There was a poem: You stand on a bridge and look at the scenery, and the people in the scenery look back at you from above.
Knight was walking on a sandbar at the moment, and there were no bridges or piers, much less higher ground, that didn't stop him from becoming the scenery.
Although most of the female soldiers were still training, they were clearly a little distracted.
A small group approached him from dozens of meters away and looked at him like… he was a giant panda.
He heard their whispers. "Who's this?"
"This person looks different from us."
"Idiot, that is a man."
"What? Oh, a man?"
"Why is this person more beautiful than me? Are all men this beautiful?"
"He looks strong. Is he stronger than us?"
As they whispered to each other, nobody stopped the female warrior, who was leading the way, and Knight. They simply watched from a distance as Luke arrived at a wooden house halfway up the mountain.
