The rain beats on the banana leaves, their green vibrant and fresh.
Otter Kai hooked out his claws and snapped off a large banana leaf from its stem, placed it on his head, and with a fish basket that tapered at the back, he hopped into the paddy field, stepping into the mud as he searched along the ridge for eels, grabbing one and tossing it into the basket, saving it for an extra meal at night.
The alternation of heat and cold brings the most rain.
Amidst the misty water vapor along both banks, with smoke swirling, Dashun and Southern Frontier soldiers faced each other across the Linjiang River, occasionally cursing in Jiang Huai dialect and Southern Frontier tongues, arrows flying.
The arrows shot by martial masters were extraordinary, imbued with Gang Qi, causing a deep crater upon explosion, often catching the opposite lookout tower unprepared, collapsing it with a single arrow.
