A strong breeze from the East blew across the sky, and the wind chimes on the high platform rang out once more, sounding like the intense prelude of a symphony.
King Su'angua stood on the platform, silently watching the sky to the east. The summer breeze of the rainy season was so oppressive, with moist water vapor hitting the face, indicating that another heavy rain was imminent.
After a while, the Tarasco King sighed lightly. He lowered his head, gazed at the longbow and copper arrows on the ground, and slowly, solemnly spoke.
"Jinjinni, how goes the study by the master craftsmen? When can we replicate these Mexica longbows?"
The Chief Minister showed a barely visible smile.