Walking around Adam doing splints over a wooden pike, "My arraigned marriage with Ghira, your father, is political among the twelve tribes," said Tamora, "He became leader by battling eleven other combatants."

Trying to prevent the water from spilling from the clay bowels resting on his forearms and head, "So love doesn't count," said Adam.

"It helps. There are those that peace, however will fight to preserve it. Those want and will find any reasons to continue it. Finally those that want peace, but will sacrifice those that disagree with them to achieve it."

"Why?"

"Simple both want peace, yet, don't understand the price to pay to preserve peace."

"Too complicated."

"Only for people who stare at trees and don't see a forest."

"When it's my turn, I'll lead simple like Ajax."

"No, in these modern times, one doesn't lead like Ajax one must lead like Odysseus."

"Rather led by the blade, it gains more respect than words."

"Remember my son the pen is mightier than a sword plus fools write, sing, the tales of history."

Passing the first guard of the wooden gate, the supply wagon clip clopped along a dirt road between a rice field and a cornfield.

Nagashino was like most frontier town created to bring civilization to wilderness. Wilderness would push back. This tug a war carried through history.

Two wall exist. Behind the first wall was the farmland section. Soybeans, rice, and corn seem the main crops at least this section they traveled through.

Between section of produce was a ditch filled a wooden stakes. The stakes used to impale Grimm. Beowolves and Urasi were the main grimm that hunted in this areas always a number game with Grimm.

"What's got your attention, dear brother?" asked Leonard.

"The both set of farmers are working in time with each other," said Larry.

"They're singing in time."

"Yet, the silence is deafening," looking over his left shoulder, "Better wake up the reluctant lovebirds."

Popping his head through opening behind them, Leonard stared into a space between some wooden crates at the sight of Winston and Yang on their sides facing each other. Placing Winston's right hand on Yang's left butt cheek, he placed Yang's left hand on Winston's left butt cheek.

Taking a picture, "Yang." shaking her left arm, "Yang, time to wake up."

Shifting onto her back, "Few more minutes, daddy," groaned Yang.

Her shifting caused Winston's hand to rest on her left breast.

Taking a picture of that, Leonard brushed section of Yang's hair under her nose. Brushing away Leonard's hand, Yang blinked a few times.

Staring at the grinning Leonard, "Better have a good reason," she groaned.

"We're almost there, fearless leader."

"Ok."

Watching Leonard exit, she lifted her head to the sight of Winston's hand on her breast. Smiling, she stuck her index finger into her mouth. Making sure she got it nice and wet, she pushed against his Winston's right ear. Moving it around against Winston's ear caused Winston to brush it. Returning his hand onto Yang's breast, he squeezed it a few times.

"Nice soft pillow," he mumbled.

"It's not a soft pillow," she whispered.

His eyelids shot opened. Staring at a smiling Yang, his eyes shifted to his hand squeezing Yang's breast.

Grabbing his hand, "Winston, you should've told me about your burning desire for more of me," licking his index finger.

Sliding his hand along her chin down her neck between her peaks riding the rough terrain of her abs, she got ready to stuff his hand down her shorts when he finally freed his hand from her grip.

Watching him crawl to join to the twins, "Don't want the honor of witnessing me getting undress," she said.

"I've seen you naked enough," he replied exiting the wagon.

Smiling, "True," she thought removing her tank top.

Sitting beside Larry, Winston claimed his nerves.

"So Yang proved too much," brought his attention onto Larry.

"You and your brother," grunted Winston.

"Hey, we're just collecting footage for our sex tape when Yang becomes a famous huntress."

"And I'm the stooge."

"Yang's father would kill us if he knew about shower footage of Yang."

"And that's why I get sixty percent," replied Yang from the back of the wagon.

Reaching the next wall, a sentry waved them through. Entering the dwelling section, three hunters in training stared into a ditch filled with wooden stakes to piece flesh. Wall of logs surround these fort towns. Then these walls surrounded by those ditches that Grimm fell into. Once awhile a Grimm will leap and take down a section of wall and fall into pits. The Grimm skulls impaled on pikes were reminders they did their jobs.

Stopping at the loading bay of the warehouse, Winston and the twins slid from the front of the wagon. Walking towards the rear, they formed a supply line then unloaded the wagon. Pulling a crate from the wagon, Larry handed it to his brother. Leonard handed it to Winston. Winston placed on the surface of the bay loading. Scuttling like ants, people carried the supply into the warehouse.

With a quarter of wagon emptied, Larry stepped into the back of the wagon. Rolling canvas towards the front of the wagon, Larry handed a white bag to his brother.

"Where's are our team leader?" asked Winston.

Noticing a crowd few blocks from them, "Check the center of that crowd," said Larry watching Winston headed towards the crowd, "It seems the so called not being lovers' are heading to a quarrel."

"Dear brother, it was always when and if," replied Leonard checking his vibrating scroll, "Interesting."

Reaching the perimeter of the crowd, "That Blonde girl got a nice set of teeth,"

"I suppose," replied Winston, "I wouldn't pull her hair."

"She does have nice hair."

Noticing the women with dull, lifeless hair, "Yes, she would draw a crowd."

"Welcome to Nagashino. Hope you would stay?"

"Leaving as soon when she joins her team to help unloading the wagon."

Continuing his way to Yang, he watched her trick of folding cherry stems with her tongue.

"Wish you knew other tricks."

"If I could do yoyo tricks like my mother," replied Yang, "I wouldn't need to fold cherry stems with my tongue."

Grabbing her hand, "Quicker, we unload the wagon, quicker we can leave."

"Not happening."

Stopping, "Why not?"

"We're staying the night."

"Really?"

"Yes, Winston, we're staying," brought his attention onto the twins walking towards them.

"The wagon's already done?"

"Yes," said Larry, "let's see what this village got to offer."

"I've been out voted by three to one."

Kissing Winston's cheek, "You're still my number one," said Yang.

"Doesn't improve my mood," feeling Yang's hand rubbing his right hip, "It's going to be a long night."