"Smack, smack!"
The incessant pain on his face woke the unconscious warrior. Pikam struggled to open his eyes, his vision showing a large unfamiliar face. He blinked forcefully and saw a peculiar golden amulet hanging from the neck beneath the large face, seeming to resemble the sun and birds.
"Itako!"
Pikam suddenly realized this was the Southern Tribes invading the ancestral land! He let out a roar and reached for the short dagger at his waist, but his arm couldn't move at all, it had long been firmly bound.
"Ah!"
Startled by the roar, the Huitu Puapu jumped up from the deck. A few breaths later, he snapped out of it. The Huitu samurai, in a rage, extended his arm and slapped him seven or eight times.
"Damn wild man, why are you shouting? How dare you scare me, I'll beat you to death!"
"Smack! Smack!..."
The crisp slapping sounds echoed on the deck. Chiwaco watched for a moment, squinting his eyes, but said nothing.
"Smack!"
