"Brothers, the reservation is the homeland promised to us by the American Government for our self-governance. Now these damned white people have gone back on their word and want to encroach on our homeland again. This is absolutely intolerable!"
A husky man with traditional Native American braids and a ferocious look on his face stood on a high platform, shouting loudly.
"Intolerable! We must fight back, defend our homes and country!"
"We can't let those damned white people trample on our land and families. We must fight back!"
"Fight back, fight back..."
Below him, a dozen or so Native American youths were gathered.
More precisely, these were youths from the tribe who had been awarded the title of 'warrior,' the same youths that Tewin and Weidingled had armed the night before.
In this world, although most people fear death, there are those who do not.
The husky man on the stage and these impassioned Native American warriors belonged to the latter.
