The Black Mane Warhorse crouched low, the man with the shaven pate touched the horse's neck with his fingers, before him lay a dark, raging torrent.
"Please do not forget the promise of your Lord Regent. Kyushu Island belongs to us now."
Above the raging torrent, the black-haired woman ferrying people bowed low, pushing the long reed to move the raft. As the ferrywoman departed, the dark torrent gradually withered and dried up until it finally disappeared.
Behind the man, samurai clad in splendid feather cloaks and wearing deer antler helmets gripped their horse's flank, speaking in a low voice to the man.
"To give up the whole of Kyushu Island in order to rush to the aid of Pyongyang, is this truly Lord Hideyoshi's decision?"
The samurai's face was full of reluctance.
"Give up? Are there any living people left on the whole of Kyushu Island? It has long been overrun."
