"You finally came," Sagiri said. His speech was all strange, and his movements were awkward. He was speaking not in korun but wenji. It might have been a broadly spoken language in the West and taught in schools, but it did not mean that Squad 25 spoke it as fluently as he did.
"Who are you talking to?" Kiuga asked the whole team, growing tense, looking for the intruder, but everything remained silent.
The person had indeed come prepared. He must have done his research on Sagiri and knew he could hear a person speak distances away. The person was conveniently 20v away, and he had called Sagiri. Under the sound of night, the chirping of crickets, mating calls of beasts, and the squads around that distance, the voice had stood out to sagiri because it called his lineage.
"Southerner? We finally meet." The person spoke. He did not seem scared at all.
"Who is it?!" Sagiri called into the night.
