Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 575 - 280: Kingdom Banquet, Xiulote Sword Dance!_2

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!

We chase the glory of battle, we embrace each other’s shoulders.

We live with laughter, seeing flowers bloom all over the battlefield!

Then, we die with laughter, when the flowers and songs cease...

"

Xiulote’s expression moved, smiling and nodding. It was a widely known Samurai poem, often sung by many. Yet, only truly bold warriors could capture its essence!

After the dance had ended, Black Wolf was drenched in sweat. He then strode forward, his muscular lines quivering like a cheetah’s, and suddenly knelt before the King, lifting high a Samurai’s garland.

"Your Highness, please accept the flowers presented by your generals! Our lives are like fresh flowers, blooming loyally at this moment. We dedicate our lives to you, the supreme Sun!"

Xiulote laughed heartily, stood up, and took the garland with both hands. He affectionately patted Black Wolf on the shoulder and then looked around at the eagerly watching generals, nodding and smiling at each one.

"My Samurai, my generals, I will be with you all!"

At this, the usually stern Marshal Mawilo briefly pondered, then tugged at Ugus’s sleeve.

Ugus understood, and he too came to the center of the banquet. The intense drumming then turned into the venerable tone of a bone flute. The young High Priest of the Capital City, grave in demeanor, stepped in a mysterious pattern and began a magnificent recitation.

"Ah, the Sun God descends brilliance, the Chief Divine grants Divine Revelation, spreading his renown across the world.

That is you, King created by divine spirits!

You sing in the Valley, in Tenochtitlan, where the eagles soar.

You fly in the sky, over the Lake Region of Miken, where the eagle transforms into the Sun!

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Ah, I gaze up at the abode of our Father God, I pray for the Divine Kingdom on earth, and there you are above Snake Mountain...

"

Listening to this, Xiulote became solemn. This traditional sacrificial poem, glorifying a divinized subject, was usually dedicated to divinely endowed kings of old. The grand hall fell suddenly quiet, save for the unbroken high recitation echoing, reaching into everyone’s heart. After a moment, Ugus ceased his chanting. He smiled as he approached, offering a piece of Green Jade symbolizing wisdom and eternal life.

"Praise to the Chief Divine! Esteemed Supreme High Priest, you are an incarnation of divine spirits among us. And we bow to serve you, as though we serve the divine spirits themselves!"

"Praise to the Chief Divine! High Priest Ugus, thank you for your poem! The future of the Fief cannot be divorced from the Priest of the Alliance. The glory of the Chief Divine will surely spread across the world!"

The two exchanged glances briefly, smiling and acknowledging each other. Xiulote then turned towards Mawilo, who bowed respectfully in return.

Jatili had been silently observing the whole time. He pondered for a while before slowly taking an item from Chalape, and walked to the center of the hall.

"Your Majesty, this old servant is not adept at singing and dancing."

The learned elder smiled and bowed. Xiulote stood up and solemnly returned the gesture.

"Respected Sage, you are an elder of the Prepetcha people, please, no need for such formality."

"Your Majesty, you possess the far-sight of an eagle, the will of a lion-tiger, the patience of a Coyote, and the kindness of a turtle. You treat the citizens of the Lake Region well, and you are our King, bestowed upon us by the Sun God... This old servant, representing millions of Prepetcha people, wishes to bow at your feet, offering you our loyalty!"

Jatili’s demeanor turned solemn. Before everyone, he prostrated deeply, paying his respects to the King at the head of the hall.

"Ah! Sage..."

Xiulote hurried forward two steps, bending down to help the learned elder up. He earnestly advised.

"Sage, I treat you with the respect due to a teacher, please do not do this!"

At this, Jatili gave a small smile. He held up a long wooden case, presenting it to the young monarch in front of him.

"Your Majesty, the people of Prepetcha wish to be your wings, to soar into the sky! This is the Bronze Weapon commissioned by Chalape to be forged!"

"Inspired by the obsidian sharp fragments and the handle of the war club, he mixed the sturdy tin of the sword spine with the sharp tin of the sword blade, combining the strengths of both, and adding fragments of the Divine Kingdom that fell from the sky, forging a sharp and durable Divine Weapon..."

"Offered to you, my Majesty! Both tolerant and strict, kind and resolute, this is truly a weapon for a King!"

Xiulote paused at this. He received the wooden case and opened it himself. An eight-sided Qin Sword, three feet long, immediately appeared before him. The sharp blade glinted coldly while the polished durable spine shone brightly, and the gold-plated handle glittered, with two pictographs engraved on it.

The King examined it closely, the pictograph on the front like a bolt of lightning, symbolizing the inscrutable power of the divine spirit; the one on the back was a figure of a person, arms spread in a powerful pose. Clearly, these represented the divine spirit and the king. And the meaning of these two characters, found in similar Oracle Bone Script, was...