Yuna single handedly takes care of the thieves blocking the land route for trade from Millela at the expense of her sleep. Drowsy, she follows along as Atla ties up all the loose ends. Exhuasted as she is, Yuna begins to think about the kraken problem.
Rice! Miso! Soy sauce! Rice! Miso! Soy sauce!
!أرز! ميسو! صلصة الصوجا! أرز! ميسو! صلصة الصوجا
Unfassbar, dass ihr der Schutz
der Bürger so sehr am Herzen liegt!
¡Quieres tanto salvar esta ciudad!
-¡Quieres salvar la ciudad!
-Arroz, miso, soja.
– Tu tiens à protéger les habitants ?
– Riz ! Miso ! Sauce soja !
Você quer tanto salvar
esta cidade e seu povo...!