Three days after Mark infiltrated the Savage City.
"Today, I shall teach you why a savage is different from a human!" the Golden Savage P'oof said calmly.
They were in a vast field, surrounded by bamboo trees waving in the wind. Mark's puppet was amidst them, looking at P'oof intently. The man walked a small circle around himself, gauging the fresh-blooded savages of this city.
"A savage is not like a human. Humans are each different, each with a face of their own. We are different. We are one as many, many as one. We all are equal!"
Mark squinted. Indeed, all savages had the same indifferent, masked face. He, like all the other new-blooded savages, felt his hand unconsciously touching his own face.
A ceramic mask.
"Do you see this?" P'oof said. "We are united. We are the Savage. We do not need beliefs like 'me,' and 'you.' We just have to be like ants, work for our community and die for our community. We need to be honorable."
