"The first snow of October came this early?... This vast northern forest is truly bitterly cold..."
The Kingdom's Longship stayed outside the ruins of the Nurgan Regional Military Commission for a full five days, and greeted the first snow of Outer Northeast. Zuwaro remained in the Maha Tribe's camp, and in the end he still ate tiger whip and gritted his teeth through several foreign-language lessons. He discovered, somewhat sorrowfully, that his own strength was actually inferior to the women of these Fish Skin Tribes, to the point that he had completely lost the initiative...
"Main God! To establish close ties with the local Fish Skin Tribes, I am willing to dedicate myself to you!..."
"Haha! ancestor! My younger sister is very taken with you, and so is my niece! But they are both strong hunters of the tribe, so they can't leave with you! You can leave behind a few names. If someone really gives birth to your child, they'll come in handy..."
Maha Aguda grinned and patted Zuwaro on the shoulder, clearly much closer than before. Zuwaro looked at him expressionlessly and held back the urge to beat him up. Of course, the main consideration was that he couldn't win...
"ancestor, have you thought it through? You're not planning to go south?..."
"...It's too late this year. It's already started snowing. Our Longship has to return north to the river mouth..."
Zuwaro was silent for a while, then sighed softly. Although Great Ming in the south seemed already close at hand, seemingly within reach, after long deliberation, he still chose to return.
Among the reasons, there was indeed the consideration that winter had already arrived and the climate would soon turn bitterly cold. But the barbarity and savagery of every tribe in this vast forest and marsh, as