The Martial Unity

The aliens never ceased to confuse the Martial tribes of Vilun Island. Now these outsiders seemed to be trying to build a modest village atop a hill on the island that wasn't too far from the G'ak'arkan Tribe.

All of the Martial tribes knew that for some reason the outsiders held a lot of interest in the G'ak'arkan tribe, more than any other tribe on the entire island. None of them, except the G'ak'arkan Tribe, had any idea why this was the case.

It wasn't as though the G'ak'arkan Tribe was the strongest Martial tribe on the entire island or anything of the sort. It was rather strange for them to constantly be sending people to the Martial tribe.

And now, they were building a small village very close to the G'ak'arkan Tribe. This was certainly no coincidence.

Why were the aliens bothering trying to build a home on the island in the first place? Even if they did, why did they do it so close to the G'ak'arkan Tribe?

While most of the Martial tribes spread across the island scratched their head at this development, the G'ak'arkan Tribe had a slightly better understanding of the situation.

"This must have something to do with that trade offer that they've been pestering us for many years with," N'Kulu, the chieftain of the G'ak'arkan Tribe solemnly said. "They haven't given up it seems."

"Those annoying pests!" Senior K'ahru glowered. "We should treat them like any other Martial tribe and destroy them!"

the Martial Artists who were a part of

expressed an intent for a peaceful relationship, many members of the G'ak'arkan Tribe were a

on Vilun Island. To them, everybody else that they had ever known prior were all enemies. The very concept of establishing friendly relations with other parties

took far longer than it would have with states on the Panama Continent. It took a tedious and painstakingly slow build-up to where it was today, it had begun with the smallest of tokens and gifts between ordinary humans for an extensive period of time, before escalating the gestures and tokens that they expressed. It even took providing a little bit of aid to the G'ak'arkan

doing this was what finally led to a stage where they could even talk to the tribe without being

in picking a fight with the diplomatic convoy than they were trying to maintain a friendly relationship. The latter was

more comfortable knowing that they were

everybody was supportive of the idea of engaging in hostilities with their strange

enemy," A third strong voice interjected,

third Martial Senior

K'Mala…" K'ahru

have always said that," She voiced her opinion, uncaring of the frowns that it drew. Her sharp eyes swept across the many members

them! How can such weak and pathetic Martial Artists have anything worth offering to us? It's a miracle that they even managed to become Martial Artists in the

earned many nods from the members of the meeting. K'ahru's logic was sound in

rank that sought an audience with us many seasons ago?" She addressed her gathered tribes-folks with a calm and composed voice,

how strong his aura was, do