Northern Country, White Tiger City.
Seven days were enough for news of what had happened at Dog Castle to reach the Northern Country.
Inside a magnificent, imposing hall of pure white, Fūzetsuga sat high upon the leader's seat, clad in a silver robe with faintly gleaming, sturdy armor beneath it.
"Fūyō is dead!" Guigu said, his face grave.
"Who did it?" Veins bulged faintly on Fūzetsuga's forehead. His expression was icy, and barely concealed fury filled his voice.
"The Wolf Tribe's leader, Mingye!" Guigu said. To be honest, he had been shocked when he first received the news.
He knew Fūyō's strength. Publicly, Fūyō was the strongest fighter in the White Tiger beneath its leader.
Yet he had led ten thousand soldiers of the White Tiger Legion to Dog Castle and died there.
He had died beneath Mingye's sword. Guigu's heart tightened again. Just as he had predicted, Mingye's potential and strength had brought him to a level comparable to a Great Yokai.
"So it was him!" Fūzetsuga was slightly startled. He knew the Wolf Tribe and the Dog Tribe were allies, but with Tōga dead, that alliance existed in name only.
He did not believe Mingye would help Dog Castle out of sheer kindness. There had to have been an exchange of benefits.
"Tōga, you certainly lived up to your name. You really did arrange everything!"
Fūzetsuga's expression eased slightly. He had never fought Tōga, but Tōga's achievements were plain for all to see. He truly had been formidable!
He had even foreseen everything that would happen after his death and secured the help of Mingye, the Wolf Tribe's leader.
"I suspect the only bargaining chip that could persuade this Wolf Tribe leader was the ancient demonic sword, Sōunga."
Guigu was clever. He had deduced almost everything.
"Yes, that's