Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

In some more distant land, there exists a myth about a god who was forced to leave and who loved the existence of humankind.

It is as if, after the departure of the god who loved human peace, he carried on the glory of the leopard throughout his life in his kingdom.

And in all of this, the sun is always supreme, shining upon all things as if it were a guardian.

That's why Geronimo's eyes welled up with tears at that moment.

Because he realized that his understanding of the 'sun' was different from theirs.

The sun is the guardian deity of their people.

However, this is something that people who have been enslaved since childhood and have been influenced by the Spanish do not understand.

Whether it was the knowledge of their people's great reverence for the sun or the experience of being treated as human beings, it was all too foreign to them.

The only thing I remember is the life of being treated like a beast in the cramped gold mines and the hardships, and the high and mighty beings who created this environment, called Spain.

The only thing Geronimo and the others could share was their inevitable, long-forgotten fate—a fate that was etched into their very being long ago.

Even if you look up at the sky countless times, at the vast, unchanging blue sky and the sun that shines brightly forever, you cannot change this cruel reality.

Then, six years after the massacre, one noon in 1519, Geronimo, who was working as usual in the gold mine, bent over digging for gold for the Spanish, heard shouts coming from outside that sounded just like they had heard many years before. So he subconsciously and quietly retreated through the small hole that looked like a dog hole, wanting to see what was going on.

When he peeked out and looked out at the sunlit world beyond the gold mine, he squinted uncontrollably from the intense sunlight and felt a deep sense of disbelief or incredulity.

Many warriors wearing leopard masks and those wielding bows and arrows, those using spears, and enormous coyotes...

The scenario from Native American mythology suddenly appeared before the eyes of the long-suffering Cuban indigenous people.

The unimaginable excitement and exhilaration made countless indigenous people on the island of Cuba tremble.

It's unclear whether it was the joy of being rescued or the fear of another massacre by the Spanish, or perhaps both.

In an instant, Favia, who had walked into the gold mine, became the focus of everyone's attention.

Even though he was wearing the leopard mask that the smoke mirror had given him earlier, which was so dazzling and terrifying in the sunlight, all the Indians stared at him with wide eyes, not blinking.

"I'm here to pick you up."

In an instant, the blue pupils seemed to clash with the ferocity of the leopard mask.

Just as the blood and black marks etched deep within the hearts of many laborers were resolutely repelled by blue eyes as blue as the sea and the sky.

"Ouch!"

Coty, the enormous coyote known as the patron saint of the Indians, let out a roar that shook the gold mine, as if in celebration.

It's unclear whether it's because Favia was raised by many animals and fed by a mother wolf in this life, but Koti is very obedient to Favia, which Tralock simply cannot understand.

Soon, with the landing of the Aztec warriors led by Favia on the island of Cuba, the Cuban Indians, whose number had dwindled to less than one-tenth, had the opportunity to leave Cuba and go to the Indian tribes in the Aztec Empire.

"...Why don't you leave?"

For some reason, Geronimo did not leave with his fellow miners in the gold mine, but instead remained motionless and watched silently.

This was naturally noticed by Favia and Tralock beside him. Tralock, slightly puzzled, asked before Favia could speak.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. Why should I leave?"

The estrangement and confusion in Geronimo's eyes were genuine.

"You're not a native of this area?"

"I am, and so are my parents."

"They've all left, why don't you leave?"

"There's no reason why. If I had to say, it's because I'm not like their sun, so I'm not qualified to leave."

Geronimo's eyes looked as if he didn't understand what the person in front of him was saying.

Being suddenly told this by this person left Tralock, who was planning to carry out the "Third Sun" project, somewhat confused.

"...What does it mean that the sun is different?"

"Because my sun is 'Sol', not your 'Apo'."

Geronimo's nonchalant tone and inexplicable words infuriated Tralock, who didn't know what to do.

Normally, she might not have cared too much, but she stubbornly came to Cuba, an island with no Aztec faith, to save people because she believed in Favia's saying that "the sun is great because it can illuminate even the smallest dust."

Therefore, Lake Moon suddenly felt a bit down, especially with Favia, who was trying to become the fifth sun, right next to her, which made her feel even worse.

"Can't the Spanish sun and the Indian sun be both?"

Favia, who had analyzed the situation from Geronimo's answer, spoke up.

At that moment, when he heard Favia speak, Tralock realized that it was the pronunciation of a different sun, and then he felt inexplicably relieved.

She had always harbored the idea of ​​killing him and didn't want him to actually become the fifth sun of Central and South America, but now that he had done so, the black-haired girl felt a surge of joy in her heart, though of course she could never say it aloud.

“It’s different. I’m not like that. I can’t have the same understanding as my fellow countrymen. My understanding… is all given to me by the Spanish.”

"It's the same. Even if the pronunciation is different and the definition may be different, the essence is the same. The sun is always there, whether it's in Spain or the Americas, it's the same sun, radiating light and driving away the darkness."

Favia, however, did not believe that the indigenous people marked by the Spanish were significantly different from the native-born indigenous people.

As long as people speak the same language, see the same things, and stand in the same place, even if they cannot understand each other at first, they will eventually come to understand each other.

Moreover, just now, Favia saw that this person's eyes were filled with indignation, frozen under the barrier, and finally the icy stubbornness overshadowed everything, but deep in those pupils, there was indeed a flicker of light as if the heart was wounded.

Silence fell on Geronimo, whether because he didn't know how to answer or because he didn't want to answer.

In the silence, Favia raised her eyes, seemingly looking at the people of Central and South America outside the gold mine, and smiled slightly.

"What's your name?"

“........Geronimo”.

"Your name is very nice, I'm really looking forward to it."

The man's silver hair turned into a golden color, just like the sun, under the gift of the first sun.

This name is the same as that of the later Apache warriors in North America.

"Since you think the two are different, I won't force you to think they are the same, but I hope you can believe me: other people are hell, and being unable to trust them is a cycle of hell."

He removed the leopard mask, revealing his original silver hair and a face that was both serene and sharp, as well as resilient.

"In that case, let me take your place as the sun, and become your sun. How about that, Geronimo? Besides, I am already on that path."

There were no lakes in this gold mine, so Geronimo had no idea what expression he was wearing.

However, I have a feeling that I can guess it, it should be joy.

"I will show this world with its cruel rules that I will be the sun."

As he spoke, in the far reaches of North America, far from Cuba, amidst countless dense forests, countless solemn white figures slowly rose.

It looks so dazzling from high above.

bright.

........

"Hmm, those guys up north have already made up their minds? They even made their decisions faster than us? Is it because they've become more animalistic that their mentality has become so impulsive?"

Somewhere in the Americas, Smoke Mirror, who was warming himself by a campfire by a river, sensed this reaction and looked up at the North American region.

The South American gods are essentially bacteria from another planet, choosing local organisms as their carriers. There were countless choices, and ultimately, the human species succeeded, so all the gods are in the form of humans.

Some bacteria from South America also migrated to North America, but there, animals other than humans prevailed, hence the North American gods are all depicted as animals.

There is a connection between the two, but not as strong as the connection between the Aztecs and the Maya. However, the coyote can be considered an intermediary between North and South America, as it is both the patron deity of the Native Americans and the patron deity of the Maya.

"However, I'm really looking forward to it. A warrior who challenges the rules of the Central and South American world, attempting to become the fifth sun of complete unity. If that's the case, wouldn't it be equivalent to our origin 'Maya'? I never thought that bird-headed guy would get such a warrior who is so compatible with her. I wish he was even more compatible with me."

What a pity, could it be because she has a good figure?

"That doesn't make sense. The people in the murals are barely recognizable; they didn't even show one ten-thousandth of my face..."

In Smoke Mirror's mind, everything in the world is a battlefield, and those who live in it are people who are constantly fighting.

A person fights until they can no longer fight, and living a wonderful life wholeheartedly is, in their eyes, the honor that belongs to humanity.

"Well, let's find an opportunity to fight him... Enough thinking about it, let's keep going. We still need to find something for our Fifth Sun."

P.S.: While researching, I discovered that Geronimo (the three-star chieftain)'s Apache tribe also has a woman named Lozen, known as the Joan of Arc of the Apache. It suddenly occurred to me that if another American hero is released in the future, this character might become the North American Saber if she gets a chance to be released.

242: The Irritability of the Third Sun (4k5)

In fact, Favia's initiative to launch the first attack on Cuba to liberate the long-oppressed Native Americans went very smoothly.

The Aztec warriors, daring to face the firearms that at the time possessed only momentum but no firepower, quickly captured the Cuban governor's palace and killed the governor, overwhelming the remaining Spanish colonists. They could only seek refuge and inform the Spanish authorities of the major events taking place on the island of Cuba.

It is believed that before long, the Spanish Empire, having realized its mistake, will prepare to send professional troops, rather than ordinary adventurers, to invade Central and South America and Cuba.

After all, this is a huge benefit, and we can't just give it up like that.

But that would probably be quite a long time, after all, it was only the sixteenth century, and the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean was awe-inspiring.

Therefore, it would take at least two or three years before Central and South America would see a large-scale invasion by the Spanish Empire.

This gave Favia a little more time to stabilize the newly unified Central and South American world.

The biggest problem is the lack of a unified writing system among the major countries in Central and South America. Apart from the Mayan script, which has fixed meanings, the Aztec and other indigenous scripts are very abstract, almost like self-created works. Everyone can give each word their own meaning, and there are very few conventional meanings.

Therefore, in order to solidify and perfect the national consciousness of Central and South America and to pass on their culture, a unified writing system is essential.

With the help of Father Bartolomé, Favia successfully Latinized the script, but this was far from enough, as it would take time for people to understand and accept it. In this regard, the priests of the original Aztec temples and the Mayan pyramids took the lead and were very active. As for the Indians in the north, they relied on the propaganda and teaching of the Indian community led by Geronimo, who had been rescued earlier on the island of Cuba.

With the standardization of writing, the next step was to eliminate the various contradictions that had arisen from previous issues.

The most prominent issue is that the Aztecs were previously hated by other Maya and Native Americans because of their obsessive pursuit of human sacrifice. Although things have improved somewhat now, the fear in their hearts cannot be eliminated overnight.

Moreover, the Aztecs were among the strongest fighters in Central and South America, so it was necessary to integrate them and resolve the conflicts.

In this regard, Favia chose to promote the idea that Central and South America had a unified external enemy, namely the Spanish who would invade in a few years.

Massive propaganda was carried out against the Spanish, deeply instilling in the people of Central and South America the image of the Spanish as blasphemous, insidious, brutal, and greedy. Priests and priests were instructed to spread the new language while also informing the Central and South Americans who listened to the speeches that they should unite against a common enemy.

After all, many people have already seen how the Spanish have treated the indigenous people of Cuba over the past few decades, so they won't harbor any illusions and can effectively reduce collaborators.

In conclusion, these measures are both time-consuming and require the efforts of countless people.

Fortunately, Favia was already considered incredibly great by the people of Central and South America at this point, so the process of pushing things forward was relatively smooth.

As for the lack of horses in the Americas, the only solution is to try and breed more horses from Cuba.

"Favier".

Bavan Shi waved and approached Favia, who was still busy with reforms in Central and South America, at the table.

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired youth raised his hand in return, and at the same time noticed Tralock beside the fairy girl.

"Favier, you always seem so busy. You were here the last time I came, and the time before that too. Have you been staying up all the time? Can I help you?"

"...I did get some sleep."

Although I was busy educating priests and officials and working on standardizing the written language, I still managed to find some time to take a nap.

"Really? It wouldn't be good if your health deteriorated because of this."

The fairy girl asked the man in front of her again, her tone filled with unease.

Favia gave a low laugh:

"It's not a big problem, I can manage."

"But...whoosh."

Bawan Shi suddenly yawned.

Upon closer inspection, you can see dark circles under her eyes.

"Xiao Xi, you seem pretty sleepy."

"Well... actually, I've been staying up all night lately and finally learned the Aztec language."

"So that's it."

"But speaking of which, everyone's language has changed recently, so does that mean I have to learn it all over again?"