The twilight gradually spread, the water and sky floated with the evening glow. The river water converged into the Golden Sea, dividing the northern and southern shimmering waves. Eight large ships were anchored at the estuary, quietly awaiting the transaction onshore.
Mori no Kiyoshi was dressed in Chinese clothes, with a folding fan strapped to him, standing by the river. His expression was heavy, fingers clenching a piece of parchment, eyes intensely focused on the "illustrations," carefully reading.
"The Divine Spirit bestows prophecy, urgently needing medical craftsmen who can heal? Especially those who know the 'smallpox vaccination,' to guard against 'smallpox'?... Buddha! What is 'human smallpox,' what is 'smallpox'?..."
