All night, the wind and snow whispered, a murderous aura surrounded the tent, then dissipated like pine smoke. When the morning sun rose, the sky was clear and vast, and the sleeping Zuwaro slowly woke up, feeling refreshed as if he were ten years younger.
"Oh, Chief Divine! It's truly miraculous! This feeling of vibrant vitality is simply incredible, as abundant and magnificent as corn!..."
Exploration Captain Zuwaro lowered his head and glanced at himself, genuine admiration appearing on his face. But as he recalled the hazy conversation from before he passed out, his heart seized with fear, and cold sweat sprang up on his back. He immediately reached for the short dagger on his waist, only to grab at emptiness. Upon further exploration, he found that his leather armor and weapons had all been removed, replaced by nothing but a deerskin robe from the Mountain Part, though he had no idea who had dressed him.
"What?... What!… These Mountain Part barbarians!..."
