"Main God protect us! This Wajin priest goes chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp, able to talk like a nightjar in the forest. Those words went round and round, ships this and seas that—truly enough to muddle a man!"
"Exactly! Chief Priest Zuwaro, from what I see, there probably isn't a single true word in this Wajin priest's mouth! Should we feed him some mushrooms? There are still some divine mushrooms on the ship, 'Flesh of God,' carried all the way from the Kingdom thousands of li away..."
"Ha! Losanda, divine mushrooms are a medium for communicating with the Main God. Using them on him would be too wasteful. In any case, no matter what he says or what promises he makes, we only need to watch what he does!"
"Right! As the old saying in the woods goes, hold him tight and don't loose the hawk until you see the rabbit!"
"I think that works! If he can't do it, we'll offer him to the Main God! The Main God will surely be pleased!"
The firelight in the hearth flickered without rest, and a wisp of Divine Smoke curled through the tent, easing people's expressions. From the honest Samurai to the simple priests, the people of the Kingdom discussed for a while, then once again looked toward Master Juehui, whose tongue blossomed like a lotus. This time, it was Chief Priest Losanda who lifted his axe and questioned him sternly.
"Wajin priest! You said you would bring over the God-descendant bloodline of the Wajin, and also bring a noble title enfeoffed and recognized by the king and the Priesthood... Then how exactly will you do it? Your king, your Priesthood, and those Shiba remnants or whatever—can they all agree? In practice, this is enfeoffing the title of an honored noble to the Chichimec..."
"Master