章節 37: Chapter 35: Agriculture and the Empire

The sun rose from the forests of the East, dawn pushed away the night, releasing a brilliant golden hue. Dew shimmered among the grass and trees, and the birds awoke along with it, their melodious chirping filled the air.

Xiulote faced the rising sun, barechested, wearing only the most convenient white loincloth around his waist. Before him was a tub of cold water and a clay basin. Bertade stood quietly in front, looking at his face.

He scooped up a basin of cold water and poured it from above his head. The water flowed like a waterfall, running down his entire body, instantly chilling him in the morning breeze, his skin puckering up, yet his expression remained unchanged. According to the demands of a Samurai, he had to always remain resolute, showing no signs of cold aversion or hesitation.