Kusola looked toward the direction of his southern home, his eyes filled with an expression unlike any other. Xiulote saw in him the responsibility of a man, the pursuit of a family head, and the aspirations for the future. Enlisting in the military was the only way for a Mexica to change their social class.
"Yes," Xiulote nodded, sincerely blessing him. "Your son will become a Jaguar warrior."
Hearing Xiulote's blessing, the young Kusola smiled happily. Bertade next to him also smiled.
"Head Warrior Bertade, what about you, why did you enlist?" Kusola, still in high spirits, posed the question to the seasoned samurai beside him. Xiulote was curious as well.
"Me?" Bertade gazed leisurely at the approaching sunset, his eyes growing distant and deep, as if they had traversed time and space to see the past.