As the sun passed its zenith, its cold light illuminated the earth without respite. High above, white clouds drifted far away in the sky, elusive. A gentle autumn breeze swept by, carrying a hint of chill within its dry caress. Under the sunlight, Samurai donned their armor and wielded their weapons, besieging the enemy city with an air of deadly solemnity between heaven and earth.
Leaving the command tent, Xiulote first went to visit his father.
After a month of recuperation, Xiuxoke was able to get out of bed and move around. His complexion showed a slight flush, indicating he was in good spirits.
Xiulote paid his respects to his father, and after briefly exchanging greetings, the conversation naturally turned to Trakel Er who had recently returned to power.
"Father, what kind of person is Elder Trakel Er really?"
Xiuxoke pondered for a moment, gazing at the sky outside the tent before he slowly spoke.