Dark clouds gathered, the sky was dim, and the seaside weather was unpredictable, in an instant it looked like drizzle was coming. The Zuwaro Priest looked up, gazed at the darkening sky, put on a wide-brimmed straw hat, and covered the expression on his face.
"Yoreim Tribe Chieftain Kalan's proposal... Yomei Great Tribe..."
Recalling the conversation of that day, the Zuwaro Priest touched his chin, pondering for a long time, but still shook his head.
"The Yaji people's Yomei Tribe controls nearly a thousand people, possessing three thousand warriors in the Northern Land Great Tribe. If there isn't enough supply along the route, how many Samurais can the kingdom's fleet carry three to four thousand miles away?... Such a bold proposal should be left for Your Majesty to decide!"
Thinking of this, the newly appointed priest let his thoughts wander, remembering the insights of the Yomei Great Tribe.
