Tamura Nichigetsu would never forget that day.
That day, just as he felt his legs were about to break from walking, he finally arrived at the destination designated by the Revolutionary Army.
It was a huge human settlement packed with all kinds of people.
There were many people, yet everything was orderly.
Rural people were not afraid of walking. Their feet were naturally like iron soles. Harsh conditions allowed them to carry many things over long mountain roads to sell in the cities, then stay up late and walk through the night back home.
What rural person had not been trained that way?
It was precisely because of this that certain armies made up of workers and peasants could possess lungs of iron that never gave out, marching some comprador armies to death by sheer force.
But children were different, and women found it somewhat difficult as well.
Although the Revolutionary Army personnel in charge of logistics wanted to offer them help, the ordinary people of Wano Country, filled with vigilance, completely refused the Revolutionary Army's assistance.
They were simply afraid that the country's ruler would later see them as having been bought by the Revolutionary Army, that the farmers around them would inform on them, and that they would ultimately be dragged out and executed by the ruler.
So, rather than having too much contact with the Revolutionary Army or accepting their help, they would rather keep their distance and preserve their independence.
Tamura Nichigetsu had intended to take the bread from the Revolutionary Army's hand, but his father suddenly pulled him back. He watched the handsome blond, blue-eyed older brother from outside put the bread away with a bitter smile.
Starving, Tamura Nichigetsu could only watch regretfully as the handsome older brother took back the bread. His stomach