The pursuit after the great battle went on for two days. The warriors of the Buyo Clan were incomparably fierce when riding the wind of victory, their morale soaring to the skies. They ran through mountain forests and open fields, driving the routed Ishikari Tribe before them, chasing them sixty li east until they reached the Toyohira River occupied by the various Ishikari groups. Only then did they return with the captives they had seized.
After that came burying the bodies and counting the prisoners and spoils. The elders of the Buyo Clan began to sing songs for the departed, and the mournful singing and mouth harps echoed across the fields by the sea.
"They have gone, drifting away to the north. They have sunk into the Sarufutsu River, falling to the deep riverbed. Ahead is a pitch-black stretch; behind is a pitch-black stretch. And at the end, they see light, and there lies the world after death. They see the kin they once had, living beneath the ground on Mashiri Island. They see the same river, and the boats on the river are filled with fish and seaweed..."
"The dead dogs bark, welcoming the new dwellers. And if a living person arrives alive, the dead dogs will bark and drive him away... No one can see dead kin while still alive. And after death, they too will forget the living world and live forever in quiet beneath the earth..."
"Hmm? The Ainu People only have an underworld realm of the dead, but no beautiful Divine Kingdom in the heavens?..."
Zuwaro listened to the songs of the Buyo Clan, clearly lost in thought. These Ainu People believed all things had spirits, and their description of the world after death was also filled with a kind of simplicity and benighted ignorance.