January's cold wind blew from the continent toward the coast. On Hokkaido, on the western side of the Pacific, the northwesterly monsoon brought by the northwestern mainland was blowing. On the North American coast on the eastern side of the Pacific, it was the northeasterly trade wind brought by the northern continent.
The trade wind blew fierce and strong, but in the camp of the Yoreme Tribe, the air was filled with celebration. The vast Kingdom fleet was moored here. More than a thousand Kingdom Warriors, Militia, and sailors had poured into this great coastal tribe of the northern lands, celebrating the New Year festival of the Main God together with the local Mayo people!
"Praise the Main God Huitzilopochtli! We hold the sacred rite and beseech the Main God to descend!"
The fleet's Missionary Priests built a high platform, raised a blazing Sacred Fire, and began chanting scriptures in praise of the Main God. Devout Kingdom Warriors circled the altar, striking their spears against their shields as they danced the god-honoring war dance. The Militia and sailors cheered and shouted, their voices shaking like thunder.
The three thousand tribespeople of the Yoreme Tribe had all gathered at the outermost edge of the altar, their movements cautious and obedient. They stayed together with the Militia of the Lake Kingdom. Some seemed very close to them, some were terrified and uneasy, while even more showed fear and submission.
If one looked carefully, one could see that those friendly tribespeople already had the emblem of the Main God carved onto their foreheads. As for the tribe's headmen, their faces all wore stiff, fearful, and forced smiles as they welcomed these more than thousand "warriors of the lake tribe" who had fallen from the sky and arrived uninvited.
As for Kalan, chief of