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!"

earned many nods from the Martial Artists

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 a little confused and at a loss for

everybody else that they had ever known prior were all enemies. The very concept of establishing friendly relations with other parties was largely lacking in

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

doing this was what finally led to a stage where they could even talk

the G'ak'arkan Tribe was simply much more comfortable in picking a fight with the diplomatic convoy than they were trying to

that they were their enemy

was supportive of the idea of engaging in

strongly believe we shouldn't make them our enemy," A third strong voice

Senior of the

K'ahru gritted

of the frowns that it drew. Her sharp eyes swept across the many members who were an

the words of mere humans, even submitting to them! How can such weak and pathetic Martial Artists have anything worth

the members of the meeting. K'ahru's

But 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

how strong his aura was, do you think he has nothing