The Martial Unity

A few days passed, and not much had changed. At this point, Rui could only wait for news. They had done everything that had to, and now the ball was in the G'ak'arkan Tribe's court. Rui just had to make sure that they were prepared for anything.

And he was when it did end up happening.

"Sir, a Martial Squire from the G'ak'arkan Tribe has arrived, announcing that Senior K'Mala of their tribe would be arriving at dusk," An agent of the diplomatic team rushed into the diplomatic office, announcing to Rui.

"Well," Rui stood up. "At least they had the courtesy to tell us ahead of time. Almost all of the preparations have already been prepared. Make sure they're all ready."

"Yes, sir," The man nodded, before rushing away to do his job.

"You heard that, Zeyra, Stemple?" Rui raised an eyebrow at his two assistants.

"Yes, sir, we'll ensure that we are ready by then," They nodded.

"Good,"

And the settlement was thrown into a bit of a hurry as they made preparations to welcome for the first time.

('I'm just glad that the K'ulnen Tribe has not postponed this moment,') Rui sighed.

It would have been a pain if they decided to go into an all-out war against the Martial Union. But unfortunately for them, they were far too busy trying not to get torn to shreds by the sharks in the geographic vicinity that smelled blood.

Thus, Rui could peacefully focus on receiving his guests.

precisely

a powerful Senior-level force approaching the Martial Union settlement at a slow pace, so as to not alarm them. She did not want to be blasted away with a powerful attack from Senior Ceeran if he interpreted

distance away from the entrance of the settlement, choosing to walk the rest of the

Rui smiled. "Welcome to the

Artists, thus Rui had no choice but to call her directly by her singular

replied shortly, reaching her hand out

Tribe, but she had learned that that was how the outsiders greeted each

appreciatively as he shook her hand, before gesturing her

her attention was drawn

did everything differently, after

buildings were entirely different from the huts made up of clay and stone that the G'ak'arkan Tribe had. This was the first time that she had realized just how different from the G'ak'arkan Tribe, no,

structures that her tribe built were unstable beyond a certain height and size, thus they were forced to

looked at the various strange objects that they used that seemed to have a life of their own. They seemed capable of moving on

of them, and be carried around by them. It was

smiled, gesturing inside a conference hall. "Let

were seated. "We are glad to have received you this quickly after our previous talk,

stage open for her. After all, he truly had said everything that he needed to and everything that he could. Now it was time for

few moments before opening her mouth and simply