The Martial Unity

Once the ship hit the island, the protocols were to immediately set up an elementary preliminary security perimeter around the ship. The ship was the most important asset to the mission as that was the only easy way back home. Thus the Martial Union had stuffed her up with enough Martial Artists to protect her at all costs.

The second step in the chain of protocols was to construct a temporary preliminary base on neutral territory.

The base, of course, was no more than a set of tents that would be guarded by the security team. The necessary supplies and personnel would be escorted by the cliffside by the skywalking Martial Squires.

"Just a day, correct?" Rui asked.

"Yes sir," A man behind nodded. "As soon as that is done, we initiate the diplomatic negotiations."

Rui nodded as he turned back to face the mountain at the center of the island.

The development proceeded quickly, as Rui and the diplomatic team completed the final steps of preparation for the diplomatic endeavor.

A day later, it was time

"Are you ready, Stemple, Zeyra?" Rui asked the two people behind him.

The two of them were dressed in highly professional attire themselves. They carried briefcases that contained files and documents that were translated into the Vilun Dialect.

Rui turned as he breathed deeply.

The time for the first swing had arrived.

it was time for Rui

nodded as they

a motorized chariot that was specifically meant to travel through narrower paths of the mountain. It would cause a minimal amount of damage

sure to not give the G'ak'arkan Tribe any reason to dislike their little convoy, and that included not harming the natural environment of the mountain that they cared so much about.

surroundings with his sharp senses and techniques. Several

the G'ak'arkan Tribe,')

small convoy as they made their

and snipe them from a great distance away. The fact that they hadn't probably meant

with all of the Martial Tribes, it had taken quite a long time of occasional but regular contact with the Martial tribes. Over many years, contact and communication slowly and painstakingly elevated from

to try and obtain their highly-guarded techniques. Which led to the history of diplomatic

intention of

the mountain. Rui could have skywalked to the

top of the mountain was scenic and picturesque, so much so

he saw several humans walking

them in the distance were visible signs of

slow and measured strides

was tense, so much so that one

demeanor was calm and relaxed, yet inwardly he was sweating

mattered, and they mattered

mask since he put it on. He was basically a glowing beacon that irresistibly drew the attention of the

Martial Artist knew that they were

thought. Rui was the only one who knew

older man stepped forward amongst all of the approaching