Julian stood still, listening to the rustling leaves and the soft murmur of the river. After some time, the boy emerged, dressed in a strange outfit.
His upper body was bare, revealing a lean frame, while his lower body was covered by a small, thick fabric made of leather that resembled an undergarment.
Julian raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you wearing?"
The boy grinned and replied, "It's called nu. All the male members of our tribe wear it."
"Don't you feel cold with just that?" Julian asked.
The boy puffed out his chest and patted it with pride. "No! We, the Tribe of Nu, worship the God Nu, and He protects us from everything, even the cold."
Julian smirked, intrigued by the boy's confidence and the mention of this mysterious deity. "I see. That's some faith you've got there."
The boy shook his head, "It's not just about faith, it's our whole way of life."
