(Chapter unfolds:25)
Jinso stood there, frozen. He was struck with disbelief at how quickly this girl had identified their secret identity as Sapahans.
Haru, however, was troubled by many other doubts. He marched straight inside.
"Who are you people? I've realized you aren't ordinary villagers. It's best you tell us who you are, or you'll have to answer to my blade," Haru demanded, his grip tightening on his sword.
"This is no ordinary village, and you don't seem like ordinary people to me either. Speak up!!"
As his grip tightened on the sword, the Spirit Wind particles within the blade began to activate and surge.
Samara stood up slowly. She didn't seem frightened at all.
"You can hide the sunlight behind the clouds, but you cannot hide its heat," she said with immense calmness.
"This village knows who the Sapahans are better than anyone else."
Samara said,
"Because this village is protected by the very same powers you carry with you now."
She extended her hand toward the old portrait on the wall.
"That image... that is the warrior you saw, Satoshi. It was he who defined the boundaries of this village. We are not merely villagers; we are those who provide silence to this land upon his command."
Haru looked at the picture once more, a tremor running through him. He realized that the name 'Satoshi' was not just a story, but a legend who had truly lived.
"You may have defeated the Zek, but the darkness he unleashed does not end here. I know you are disciples of Nobaya. But what awaits you is a war that would terrify even Nobaya himself."
Jinso looked down at his burn. Samara was right; he had only just begun to taste the true hunger of the Morikara.