Time is always elusive, its pace shifting with the emotions of the heart. In the hushed grand tent, it seemed as if a moment had passed, yet also like a century.
Kuluka lay prostrate on the ground, like a weed swaying in the wind, trembling weakly. What could the weed on the ground say to the scorching sun above? It could only wither, losing moisture and vitality under the blazing heat.
For a moment, there was silence. Then, from the stone throne at the center of the grand tent, a soul-shattering sound rang out once more.
It was then that Kuluka struggled to speak, trying to maintain a calm response:
"Great Prince, I am an excellent Samurai and an outstanding Commander. I am familiar with the terrain, adept at judging situations, and capable of leading your legion into battle. I have keen observation skills, seizing opportune moments, and I can serve as your staff officer. My mathematics is also good, and I understand civil engineering, able to manage your Craftsmen.