Chapter 180. Peace in Front, Misogyny Behind (9)

The village of the Botswana tribe, the central tribe of the tribal alliance.

As soon as I arrived here, I immediately met Malik, the tribal chief.

Seeing me, Malik approached and embraced me.

"Brother, you must have had a hard time coming such a long way. Are you having any stomach troubles or feeling unwell anywhere?"

"Thanks to your concern, nothing was wrong."

"I heard you were going to hold a wedding ceremony when you left last time. Did the wedding go well?"

"Thanks to that, I became an adult."

There are all sorts of diverse cultures on Earth, with various customs and ways of thinking.

Eskimos must burp when treated to a meal by others, or in some countries they bake sardines in pie dough and eat them.

Though incomprehensible customs coexist by common sense standards...