CHAPTER 20
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meanwhile in Sansang Tribe town while Yuna was away and busy at Haemosu Headquarters Chief Captain Wangho received a letter from the King of the Warsong Kingdom to stop the production of the Sword and if they don't stop it the Warsong Kingdom will conquer all the Towns of Sansang's Tribe
A young warrior bursts into the tent, breathless from running.
He salutes hastily.
"Chief Captain! The scouts report movement at our borders. It's the Warsong Kingdom!"
Chief Captain Wangho holds up the letter.
"They've made their threat clear. Stop the sword production or face conquest."
His eyes widen in disbelief.
"But... the swords are our lifeblood! Our defense!"
He crumples the letter in his fist.
"And our pride, lad. We won't bow to their demands."
Outside, the sound of hammers on anvils continues unabated, oblivious to the looming threat.
He strokes his beard, lost in thought.
"If only Captain Yuna were here... her strategic mind would be invaluable now."
He straightens up, chest puffing out slightly.
"Should we send a message to Captain Yuna?"
He moves to a map on the table.
"No time, lad. We must prepare for the worst. The Warsong won't wait for diplomacy."
The chief captain's fingers trace the borders on the map, lingering on the vulnerable towns.
He looks up at the young warrior.
"Rally the smiths. We'll forge day and night. Let Warsong come - they'll meet steel and fire!"
He salutes crisply.
"Yes, sir! We'll show them the strength of Sansang!"
As the warrior rushes out, Wangho's expression darkens, the weight of leadership heavy on his shoulders.
He gazes at the letter once more.
"May the spirits forgive me if I'm leading us to ruin..."
The rhythmic clanging of hammers intensifies, a defiant song against the encroaching threat.
He straightens his armor, heading for the door.
"Come, Warsong. Let's see if your blades can match the fire of Sansang's forges."
As Wangho steps outside, he's met with a sea of armed Sansang warriors, their faces grim but determined.
He surveys the gathered troops, chin held high.
"Warriors of Sansang! Our steel and spirit will..."
Elder Wangbu emerges from the crowd, a steaming cup of herbal tea in hand.
"Hold your horses, young Wangho. Or should I say, hold your hammers?"
The gathered warriors exchange confused glances as Elder Wangbu sips his tea nonchalantly.
He blinks rapidly, caught off-guard.
"Elder Wangbu? This is hardly the time for tea and riddles. The Warsong..."
He chuckles softly, steam from his tea curling around his face.
"Ah, but it's always time for tea, my boy. And perhaps a dash of wisdom to go with it, hm?"
The tension in the air shifts, warriors lowering their weapons slightly, intrigued by the Elder's calm demeanor.
Chief Captain Wangho gestures wildly at the assembled troops.
"With all due respect, Elder, we're on the brink of war! Our swords..."
Elder Wangbu swirls his tea, watching the leaves dance.
"Swords, swords, always with the swords. Tell me, Wangho, does a tree fight the wind by growing sharper leaves?"
He furrows his brow, trying to decipher the Elder's words.
"I... what? Elder, please speak plainly. Our people are in danger!"
He places a hand on Wangho's shoulder.
"The sharpest blade, my boy, is the one we choose not to wield. We will stop the sword production."
A collective gasp ripples through the gathered warriors. Murmurs of disbelief and confusion spread like wildfire.
His jaw drops, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Stop production? But Elder, that's our lifeblood! Our defense!"
He takes another sip of tea, eyes twinkling.
"And it may become our downfall if we're not careful. Sometimes, the best way to win a war is to refuse to fight it."
As if on cue, a scout rushes towards them, out of breath and wide-eyed.
Scout skids to a stop, gesturing wildly.
"Chief Captain! Elder! The Warsong forces... they're retreating!"
Chief Captain Wangho shakes his head, struggling to process the information.
"Retreating? But how? We haven't even..."
Elder Wangbu finishes his tea with a contented sigh.
"Ah, the sweet taste of peace. Turns out, the Warsong prefer their conflicts with a bit more... edge."
He turns to Elder Wangbu, a mixture of awe and confusion on his face.
"Elder, how did you know?"
He winks, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Let's just say, sometimes the best sword is a well-brewed cup of tea. Now, who's up for a peace-celebrating brew?"
He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I suppose I could use a cup. But Elder, what about our future? Our defense?"
He begins leading the way back to the village.
"The future, my boy, is like a good tea blend. It takes time, patience, and sometimes, a willingness to try new flavors. Come on Chief Captain Wangho, let's discuss over a fresh"
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