DISCLAIMER: i don't own the image shown up above. It was the picture of a kampilan.
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The sun was already high when Llandra finally arrive at the armory on the southern War Huts and the long walked cost Llandra to sweat and stink like the coffee that he have drunk.
The War huts are structures built to house and train the Warriors of the tribe. The northern war huts train the common warriors of the tribe while the southern war huts primarily trains the elite warriors of the tribe. All young warrior who was deemed worthy to become Elite is sent here to be groomed by the Sword Guards. The warriors who was tattooed last night are all in here and they were scattered around the War hut. Under the shade of the tree he saw Kierra who was eating a fruit and Marko who has his back flat on the grass. He smiled as he approached toward them.
Kierra offered a fruit to him "Banana for energy" he said "Father said there will be a spar later"
Marko spoke when Llandra received the fruit. "Kierra could you also give him water" he said sarcastically "he stinks like a palm civet"
Kierra laugh but Llandra didn't mind it. He peeled the fruit and ate it. After a while a shout echoed around.
"ALL WARRIORS! GATHER!"
Llandra followed the sound and saw a Sword Guard in front of the War hut. He has numerous Tattoos on his body and has a face of a fierce warrior. There he stood imposingly and was giving an intimidating atmosphere. Like the other young warriors, they gathered and stand on a column in front of the Sword Guard. No one dared to talk even Marko who always had a complaint on everything.
The moment felt like an eternity, suddenly a group of Sword Guards walked outside the War Hut. Among them was a robust man that resembles the facial features of Kierra, he has the face of a veteran warrior and the dignity of Leader of the Sword Guard.
He placed his hand on the shoulder of Sword Guard that shouted earlier and took his place. After examining the young warrior he spoke "Elder Kai personally picked you" he announced. His voice was loud "he was meticulous on picking that's why I'm expecting a lot from you. We groomed the Elites of the Tribe so don't expect an easy training... here, you will experience hell, so better prepare yourself." He look on a Sword Guard and gestured with his hand. The Sword Guard nodded and entered the War Hut.
"If anyone here who do not want to experience hell training then leave" he continued "because the moment you received your very own kampilan, there will be no turning back."
Everybody stayed still and don't utter a single word
The Leader of the Sword Guard smirked "That is the spirit" he said "we never have a warrior who doesn't have courage." After saying that, the Sword Guard that he commanded return with bundles of kampilan on his arms and placed it beside him. "You may now take your kampilan" he commanded.
The young warriors just picked the very first kampilan they touched and fall back on the line, thus the picking of weapon finished within a minute.
Every warriors has carrying their kampilan when the Leader of Sword Guard spoke "You now have your weapon, now recite the oath"
All the young warriors simultaneously place their clenched right hand on their chest and recited the oath.
"I am a warrior, the sword of the tribe. I will not be a shame to our ancestors and will continue to protect the tribe. I will not succumb to our enemies and will continue to fight as long as I am alive, and I will used my body to slay those who block our path. Starting from this day, until I die, I will now offer my life to the cause of the tribe."
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