"Stay here, manage a village, farm in peace..."
The old militiaman Chiwako opened his clouded old eyes wide and looked at the scene before him. In the bright firelight was his son, his face full of confidence, and farther behind him were the night fields and the village. The scene at that moment was like something from a dream while he was dozing, warm in a way that did not quite feel real.
"Stay here..."
The old militiaman pursed his lips and sank into that dream, letting his heart stir for a little while. But very soon, he remembered his duty, and thought of every person from the voyage, living and dead...
"Priest Tomato, Priest Mekat, Grey Earth Puapu, the merchant Tikalo, the warrior Tavalu... Dark Snake, Didi, Tilan, Tidan..."
The old militiaman was silent for a while. Under Chipawa's expectant gaze, he gently shook his head.
"No. I can't stay here... I still have to go back, bring the people of the fleet home, and bring back the news of Snake Island in the Eastern Sea!... I still have to report to that blind... His Majesty..."
Hearing this, the confident expression on the Wasteland warrior Chipawa's face instantly froze. He stared blankly at his old father for a while, looked at that determined gaze, and suddenly anger rose in him.
"Dad! Why do you still have to go back? Why do you have to serve the king of the Mexica People? Don't forget, it was the Mexica People who invaded us! They were the ones who destroyed the Kingdom!"
"...The old Kingdom was destroyed, but a new Kingdom was built. Just like when an old tree is chopped down, a new tree grows again... taller, bigger, and with deeper roots..."
The old militiaman shook his head. Though his eyes