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Woo-hoo!

Hmm?

Dushiime, Isingoma, prepare for harvest.

Yes, Captain Katono.

Initiating Tazama protocol.

A-ah, with these eyes...

...there's no need to scan.

We will follow protocol, Dushiime.

"We". I'm telling you, nothing gets past me.

Whoa!

Search complete.

- No Spirits detected. - Huh?

For now.

Ha, they must have sensed my overwhelming presence.

You are quite overwhelming.

Staff.

Controller.

Chwezinite.

Okay.

Greetings.

You guys look like you could use a hand.

Whoa!

Go, go, go, go, go.

You'll get me seen before I'm ready.

Come on. Come on.

Yes!

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Sorry.

Moo?

- Ow, ow, aah! - Ndahura,

what are you doing here?

You, you guys look like a hand.

I mean, greetings.

Honored Herders!

I have a staff and a controller.

I can fight for Chwezi and defend our people.

I am ready to become one of you!

Captain Katono,

is it bring-your-little-brother- to-work-day already?

Is that a thing?

You never told me about that, KK.

Don't call me KK.

Eh? The little soldier has even his own medals.

I'm not a--

Little soldier, the Bachwezi have nothing to fear.

I once defeated over 20 Spirits

with a single blade of grass.

20 Spirits? I count two medals.

What was that, basket-head?

You both have imaginary medals!

The Chwezinite won't harvest itself.

- Of course, Captain KK. - Hmm?

So, when do I get to play with one of these bad boys?

Ndahura,

it is not what we have,

but what we do that makes us Herders.

Our food, our clothes, and the power Chwezi commands,

all come from these cattle and the Chwezinite they provide.

The choices a Herder makes affects every single head of cattle.

A responsibility that cannot be taken lightly.

Hmm? Yeah, yeah.

Cows, responsibility.

But what about the legends?

Dushiime, the Mighty-Mouthed Herder.

Isingoma, the Basket-Headed Killer.

And Captain KK, the one-eyed Spirit assassin.

I want to be a legend, too.

You are just a boy!

You can't survive out here with these toys.

I can fight.

I can be as good as you.

Do you see any fighting?

Chwezi has no use for a little soldier that refuses to listen.

You leave immediately.

I'm not going anywhere.

Wait. Something is wrong.

Threat detected. Threat detected. Threat detected.

-Threat detected. Threat detected... -Nyamiyonga.

Nyamiyonga!

Dushiime!

Isingoma.

Ah-ah-ah.

Stand back, little soldier.

Spirit target locked.

Ha!

Now!

Whoa, Captain.

It was just the little soldier.

It's not worth the risk, really.

We will finish the harvest.

Without distraction.

What the legends don't tell you...

is that little ones like you don't make it out here.

We need to move ahead.

-Huh? -Dushiime, prepare a hovertainer for--

Ndahura?

Ndahura!

Huh?

Huh?

Looks like you guys could...

...use a hand.

Ndahura?

How?

-Silly! -Ow!

What were you thinking?

"The choices a Herder makes affects every single head of cattle."

Huh. I, I still have a lot to learn.

Looks like we all do.

Hmm.

Huh?

Herderboy, Ndahura.

One and only Legendary Herder of Spirits.

Nobody's calling you that.

Let's get back to work.

Wait, so we get to pick our own names, right?

Two-eyed Spirit Whisperer!

Ooh, I quite like that one.

No. The First Spirit King of Chwezi!

This kid here! The things he says!

Little soldier!