Link was thankful that he was able to initially rely on the might of Sage Palo. He was not beheaded by anyone, nor was he taken in as a dog by anyone.
Subsequent developments turned out quite well.
He was able to attribute himself to the lineage of Sage Palo, and also maintain his independence.
But now, a new, even bigger cycle of invitation, beheading, and taking in as a dog seemed to be hanging over Link's head again.
This mission, this conscription, this confrontation between the Storm Sea New Blood and the West Coast Pure Blood, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like an invitation, like a feast to probe hearts and stances.
Taking a deep breath, Link suppressed his chaotic thoughts and cleared his mind.
Even if he saw through all of this, what could he do?
It would be better not to think about it and simply rest.
Time passed quickly.
The twelve people showed up punctually at the camp airport.
