"The god has arrived! He is at the zenith of the Red Realm, watching us of Aynu-mosir with crimson eyes, watching the Rubber People tribes who share the same ancestor!..."
"Praise the Main God! I will offer You the most scorching devotion, offer You the freshest blood-red lives!..."
"Chieftains of the Buyo and Ishikari Tribe! Hold their bodies down for me! This sacrifice is not only for the Main God, but also for the suffering you have endured for hundreds and thousands of years, for the future in which all the Ainu tribes are united..."
"Good! May the Main God bless us! Bring down the knife!..."
Thin clouds blocked the sun in the sky, yet everyone could still see the sunlight in their eyes. A golden figure, beneath the sunlight, upon the Divine Altar, swung down a red stone dagger. The Ainu headmen around him trembled from head to toe, both excited and afraid, and at the same time inspired by some new will, tears streaming in wild confusion. At the entrance to the Divine Altar, three honored masters had gone limp in their limbs, sobbing in terror. More than twenty Warrior Monks, faces ashen as death, went to meet the reincarnation to which they refused to surrender...
"No!!..."
"Swish!..."
With a swish, Ryuzoji Iehiro yanked down the hide curtain of the tent, covering the bloody marks outside. The cheers of the warriors from every tribe burst out at once, like the summons of Izanami-no-Mikoto, mistress of the Underworld, yet no tent could shut them out. Then, amid the fanatical and dreadful cries outside, Ryuzoji Iehiro smiled faintly and looked at the two seated monks inside the tent.
"Monk Mizhu! That scream of yours just now truly gave me a fright! Your cultivation in the Dharma really must be raised