Faint clouds of sandy dust floated through the calm rice fields like a gentle miasma, conveniently blocking the sun for the few dozen laborers who decided to review the crop before the much-awaited harvest season approached. The drone of cicadas and chirps of birds emanated from every orifice of the farmlands, creating a serene natural orchestra for the local monks to meditate to while observing the croppers from the side of the overgrown dirt road which went on for eternity in both directions — all the way up into the great plains of Burma and the mountains which ended it.

In the very far distance; beyond the expansive sunken paddies lay a small village comprised of an amalgamation of bamboo huts, tin homes, and one well-constructed monastery of considerable relative size. Between the evergreens which sheltered the hamlet towered a massive, shining flagpole which had been installed only a few days prior by the Laymen’s Organization, and was meant to show the village’s loyalty towards the Min government. Hoisted on the flagpole was not the Laymen Organization’s official flag, however, but a variant — one which was donated by the monastics of the village to its people, to better embody the true force which held the nation together; a flag which garnered far more popularity than that which stood at the foot of Tuang Kalat.

U Ly Min sat tranquilly on one of the overhung balconies of Tuang Kalat, overlooking the soft, relatively quiet hustle-and-bustle of Popa. In the distance, he saw the new residence of the recently-deposed royal family of Bhutan. It was a very humble structure, but still held the amenities for a monarch. Near the estate was a flag similar to that of the one which flew at the foot of Tuang Kalat, but it had some very distinct differences. The ex-sovereigns had only arrived a couple of days prior to the new month by the direction of Ly Min and his aligned monastics in the north. Realistically, the family should have been kept somewhere in the mountains; away from trouble, where they could live their layperson lives until their line died out sometime in the near future. U Ly Min purposely had them relocate to Popa; it was easier for everybody involved if the family was nearby.

Min integrates VN124, 111, 125, and 110.