The half-collapsed Yongning Temple was like a crouching tiger-beast, opening its black-red maw. It swallowed the people who entered, and after that, there was no more sound.
For four whole days, Maha Aguda did not see Zuwaro, nor did he see his tribe's priest, Kuihuo. By the fifth day, he truly could not hold back anymore. He personally hefted his hammer and entered that mysterious, eerie Shaman land to meet this "Shaman in the woods," who was doing no one knew what.
"Zuvaro! What are you doing? You're not managing the Samurai of your fleet, and you've abducted my tribe's priest too... There are so many more mouths in the tribe now. How are we supposed to divide the grain, and how are things arranged afterward? Don't tell me you want me, a chieftain who fights wars, to manage it?..."
Maha Aguda came in with a fierce, overbearing air, and the moment he stepped through the Temple gate, he began shouting loudly. Ever since the priest Kuihuo had arrived, he had suddenly been spared far, far too much worry. With such a "logistics officer" who could manage food and calculate consumption, he no longer needed to count on his fingers and struggle to work out those numbers that made his head swell. Even things like how much firewood to chop, how much fire to burn, how to get through winter, and how to save fuel could all be planned in advance by the priest, and the tribespeople only had to carry it out.
It could be said that as the tribe's population grew larger and the various calculations became increasingly complicated, Maha Aguda could no longer do without this priest of the Main God at all. It was not because of the faith the other man had brought, but because