The band played, and the girls danced.
Slender and long, or plump and sensual, their thighs glowed beneath the blazing sun with the color of what was called "youth."
Only at times like this would the people of the Land of Wind be grateful for the scorching sun.
Hot weather was good. Hot weather was great!
A crowd of Warsaw City civilians was held back by samurai, leaving the main road clear.
They held coffee in their hands and wore impeccable clothes. Even when craning their necks to look, they made sure to put on airs.
"A twenty-one-gun salute? What sort of big shot is coming to Warsaw City? Could it be a Daimyo from another country?"
"Just don't let it be the Daimyo of the Land of Fire. I still have trade dealings there. If his visit delays the signing of customs documents, the losses from back and forth could reach tens of millions."
"What Daimyo? Do you people not follow current affairs at all? The one coming today is that man whose name cannot be spoken."
The man whose name could not be spoken?
Among all the heroes of the world, the only one feared so deeply that people dared not even mention his name was probably Lin Qing, known as "Invincible Beneath the Stars."
Of course, conglomerates, ninja villages, and the heads of various organizations avoided mentioning Lin Qing's name because they feared that strange little vine, Hermit Purple, would come looking for them.
These people chatting were merely ordinary civilians. Even if they chanted Lin Qing's name day and night, Hermit Purple would not so much as twitch.
They said such things purely to flatter themselves, as though they too were important figures connected to the conglomerates.
Such behavior was common in Warsaw City, and it