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!"

Martial Artists who were a part of

the outsiders first greeted the G'ak'arkan Tribe and tried to hold dialogue with them and expressed an intent for a peaceful relationship, many members of the G'ak'arkan Tribe were

happened on Vilun Island. To them, everybody else that they had ever known prior were all enemies.

with the smallest of tokens and gifts between ordinary humans for an extensive period of

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

were trying to maintain a friendly relationship. The latter was something that was uncomfortable and strange while the former was normal

were their enemy than wondering if

supportive of the idea of engaging in hostilities with their strange alien

our enemy," A third strong voice interjected, drawing all

third Martial Senior of the G'ak'arkan

K'ahru gritted

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

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

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

that does not mean they are weak. Have all of you forgotten the Martial Artist of the third rank that sought an audience with us many seasons ago?" She addressed her gathered tribes-folks with a

K'ahru and N'Kulu. "You remember how strong his aura was,