"Main God's blessing! So this is the half-iron armor the demons wear so tough? Huh! The front is one big iron plate that covers the chest, with some kind of soft cloth set into it. The back has leather straps to tie the big iron plate tight behind them... Huo! It really is only half, like half an iron vest, only covering the body and ignoring the shoulders and arms!... Come on, let me chop it with an axe and see just how tough this armor really is!"
The Pinta floated powerlessly on the sea, her sails half-lowered, fallen sailors everywhere, along with smeared, flowing red. The Kingdom's Samurai were in high spirits, groping over the sailors' corpses, searching for sharp, sturdy curved blades and daggers. Fifteen bearded heads were piled in a corner of the stern, military merits waiting to be distributed. And beside the newly stacked heads were five trembling sailor captives, their eyes full of fear, bound and kneeling on the deck, every one of them wounded.
"Lord above! Scrambling over each other to cut off heads... How savage and barbaric, bloodthirsty and terrifying, these uncivilized Cipangu natives are!..."
The goldsmith Caro lifted his head with difficulty and looked around at this hellish scene, his whole body shuddering. The native warriors on the ship all looked ferocious, stepping through blood and seawater that covered the tops of their feet, rummaging over headless corpses, now and then letting out joyful laughs. Beside him, the carpenter Antonio had long since fainted from fright. As for the joiner Lope, he had already lost his head and become part of the hellscape. That dreadful sight fell into Caro's eyes, and would probably haunt him with nightmares for days... if he could still live on.
"Damn it! Joder! If I'd known the