Before (Akatsuki No Yona)

|04| The Wind Tribe

On a forest path, clouded with thick fog...

____Your POV____

We've just passed the mountains bordering the southern land of Kouka when I suddenly realized something and beckoned Hak to stop for a second.

"Hak, are we meeting with Son Mundok?"

For a moment, Hak paused in his tracks and looked back at me since he was at the front leading us the whole time of our journey.

...

Confused as to why he isn't speaking, I tilt my head to the side, asking again, "Hak?"

Blinking, Hak snapped out of the trance he was in, bobbing his head up and down, saying, "Yes we do. As you can already see, we are now approaching Fuuga"

After receiving Hak's confirmation, I replied, "I see"

Thinking about it, our next destination does make sense.

The nearest city we could reach right now is Fuuga, the capital of Wind Tribe. The Wind Tribe's territory is located behind the mountains bordering the southern land of Kouka which was at the moment is in possession of the Fire Tribe.

Gazing up ahead, I stepped one foot in front to look.

As it turns out, the reason why I just noticed it now and not instead of hours ago that we were heading up to Fuuga was because of the thick fog that clouded the path to Fuuga, disabling me and most probably also Hak and Yona to see ahead of us but since Hak had been at Fuuga since he was little, the thick fog won't hinder him at knowing the path to his own hometown.

Tucking a loose strand of red hair to the back of my right ear, I was about to speak again when there was suddenly this harsh gust of wind that dramatically blew my hair back and then viciously slapped Hak's face whom at the moment, because of the fact that I stepped foot past him and now stood in front of the group, he have been standing behind me the whole time.

Setting that aside, the good thing is, as a result from the sudden wind, the thick fog from before dispersed from the road we're about to take unto.

Eh?

From the far distance, one could only see a small silhouette of Fuuga.

(Y/n) : "We're still that far?"

After finally removing the chunk of red hair from his face, Hak replied, "Apparently yes."

- time skip -

Your POV

After walking for a great while, we finally reached the front gates of Fuuga.

Upon our arrival, loud snores could be heard from the two sleeping boys that sat by the front gate.

"WAKE UP!"

Hak loudly roared beside their ears as the two boys jolted up in fright, surprised at the sudden outburst.

"Huh?" the black-haired boy was the first to react.

"Oh! Am I still dreaming? Isn't this General Hak in front of us?" the yellow one then said in a surprised tone.

Annoyed at the two dumbfounded boys, the atmosphere around Hak slowly darkened, his mouth twitching in annoyance.

"Lord Mundok, oh, Lord Mundok... Why, oh, Why would you leave these two potatoes guard the front gates of Fuuga when the two of them plainly know how to sleep?"

In response, the two responded in sync with their arms around each other's shoulders, "General Hak! There is no need don't to worry! We are from the wind tribe and we only rise when the wind blows"