The morning light rises from the eastern hills, much like it emerges from the distant Great River. The song of various birds fills the surrounding mountain forests, searching for early-rising insects.
At this time, the tribal post station is both quiet and full of vitality. An open-air kitchen has a fire pit burning, and dozens of tribal teams are carrying baskets of food, preparing breakfast for over a thousand people. The food they are making is the simplest yet most filling: corn cakes, pumpkin porridge, and bean paste.
Among the transporting and busy tribespeople, a group of Red Hair Hunters and several Samurai from the Capital Region are also discreetly moving items, coming and going in a secret cellar. When all the covert transactions are complete, the leaders of both sides, Woodpecker Aitz and Red Hair Leader Mique, warmly bump shoulders. At this moment, they look at each other like true brothers.
