At the same time, taking advantage of the Leader's disgraced presence, observe the reactions of ordinary natives, and look for those who lack a strong sense of belonging to the tribe. Bring them to the island and let them start another chapter of life—
A beautiful life, a meaningful life.
...
In a single file, under the escort of the sailors dressed in blue work uniforms, Havier and others made their way through the dense jungle to the beach.
This group of yellow-skinned people, who somewhat resembled the natives in appearance, did not have a particularly rough attitude towards them.
Initially, Havier felt a bit restrained, but gradually he realized that even secretly observing these people wouldn't irritate them, so he occasionally cast sidelong glances to study them.
The first thing that surprised Havier was the age of this group—
The faces of the sailors were very young, beardless, looking around seventeen or eighteen, most no older than twenty.
