Before long, a cloud of dust rose ahead. A column of soldiers marched forward, banners snapping in the wind, spears and blades packed tightly together. Nuh-zhah thought:
 “I can’t just attack for no reason. I’ll need an excuse.”

So he planted his spear across the road, spun his Wind-Fire Wheels, and sang a teasing tune as he blocked the path.

A scout galloped back:
 “My lord! There’s a child standing in the road!”

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