The Shandia village was called Kumogakure. Several thousand Shandia lived there, having secluded themselves for over four hundred years.
Although Bane intended to take away the Golden City, he still left the Golden Bell to the Shandia. It could be considered a gesture of goodwill, after all. That bell held special meaning for them.
And clearly, the Shandia showed immense enthusiasm in response to Bane's goodwill. At that moment, in Kumogakure, Bane's underlings were singing, dancing, feasting, and grilling with the Shandia.
As night gradually fell, Great Warrior Wyper's gaze toward Bane became increasingly incredulous.
Was this guy really that damn good at eating?
Before they had arrived at Kumogakure, the village had already prepared a great deal of specialty barbecue and food. They had originally thought it would be enough to satisfy Bane's group.
As it turned out, Bane's subordinates and companions had their appetites satisfied. Even Issho had eaten and drunk his fill, looking thoroughly content.
But Bane alone had exceeded Wyper's expectations. Since arriving, he had done nothing but eat, never stopping even once. And it was not some slow, refined meal—he was wolfing everything down. Wyper had thought that eating like that, Bane would be full before long.
Yet he showed no sign of stopping at all.
"Brahm, take the warriors hunting tomorrow," Wyper said, calling over a Shandia warrior.
Brahm looked somewhat puzzled. "There are still plenty of supplies in the village. Shouldn't that be enough?"
"How could it be enough?" Wyper pointed in Bane's direction. "At most, the village's remaining supplies will last two days. We need to hurry."
Wyper was even starting to regret having fallen for Bane's trick back then and generously promising that he could eat whatever he wanted. Unfortunately, the Shandia valued their promises above all else, so it was