The night was mellow, and the music joyful. The bonfire radiated warmth, and the wine made everyone merry! Unknowingly, the generals had their fill of food and drink. The maids stepped forward again, removing the meal and presenting the sacred cocoa.
"Your Highness, you are our Marshal, you are our Sun! Please allow your loyal Samurai to perform a dance for you!"
Black Wolf Torc rose with dignity, speaking on behalf of all the generals. He was the first to reach the center of the banquet, lifting a cup of cocoa, and toasted to His Highness.
"Very well, my beloved general!"
Xiulote smiled and nodded, lifting the Divine Staff.
Soon, the stirring sound of war drums began to resound vigorously. Black Wolf removed his war robe, baring his muscular torso, and with his powerful arms crossed, he began a wild War Dance! His steps matched the rhythm of the drums, and he chanted a heroic poem.
"Samurai should fight to their hearts' content! Samurai should sing with abandon!