
The initiation ceremony is approaching, and the novices grow more anxious with each passing day. Mako feels as if a tight, painful knot is slowly winding itself inside her — a new stage of her life.
— Mako, what are you thinking about?
— Oh, leave me alone, Yumi.
— Nervous?
— No. Yes. Leave me alone.
The other novices gather around. They fall silent. Then…
— Whoa, I'm going to see the world beyond the monastery!
— And the police! Maybe I'll even become one of them.
— I'm heading to the capital!
— Bao, what if the police don't accept monks?
— I'll buy myself some ordinary clothes…
— What do you mean, they don't accept? Why?
— Can monks get married?
— I hope I never have to see that amber again!
— And who would want you?!
— I'm going to organize a revolutionary cell.
— Who's going to go to the Amber Castle in your place?
— Can I come with you?
— You guys have boring plans! As for me…
Mako says nothing, just listens. How do they even know what they want? They've never seen anything but training.
Mako just wants to become better. And for everything to be all right.