The Niiji/Kushite independence for ten years
The 10-year commemoration of Niiji/Kushite independence was in full swing, a momentous occasion for the country. Renowned leader and warrior Kingpin was watching the busy scene in front of him from the passenger SIDE of a dark blue truck.
His eyes widened, but he truly did not give them any thought because he assumed they would eventually enter the building. A few small groups appeared to be waiting in various areas of the area.
He realized that this was the main location of the event, where everything would happen. With automobiles lining both sides of the street in expectation, the street appeared quiet and one could briefly wonder if there was enough room. But he waved that worry aside as soon as he noticed a special room set aside for the current dignitaries. The majority of whom he detested since they were imposed as a requirement of the separation agreement that Titan SET UP between the four parties and were in place due to family prestige rather than talent.
With so much at stake, the nine most powerful families convened as the council of nine to agree on a specific condition that would maintain peace between the newly divided nations of Titan. With so much at stake, the families sent their kids to school in Titan essentially as hostages.
Kingpin was aware of this agement, and while it appeared to be a selfless offering,
Knowing it was only a temporary
He was aware that these leaders were doing more harm than good to their people.
He was still one of them, an important character in the play that was developing, even though he disliked being grouped with them.
During the fierce battles that resulted in Titan’s division into four pieces, he led his people to multiple wins, earning him the nickname “Warrior.” He forged connections with the
Two different ethnic groups that were rivals before. These partnerships compelled the powers ruling Titan’s primary government to acknowledge that there would be no winner from constant fighting and bloodshed—only unending pain.
The people as a whole demanded an end, and Warrior/Kingpin became the major figurehead. of the country of Kushite/Niiji.
,His mind began to wander to the friends he had lost along the way, and he began to feel unworthy. Even when he triumphed, the anguish and emptiness of those losses would follow him, serving as a constant reminder that his actions had consequences.
Kingpin’s jaw tightened in thought as his bodyguard and driver, Baka, maneuvered the car into the proper location. His hand was scratching his chin. His eyes lingered on Baka, the one person he really did trust. Kingpin exchanged a silent word, signaling that he was ready. “IT START NOW,” he declared.
Grinning in response, Baka got out of the car. As he carefully surveyed the surroundings, his palm subtly settled on the inside of his jacket, demonstrating his professionalism and dedication to Kingpin’s safety. Feeling confident that everything was safe, he went to the passenger side and let Kingpin in.
Kingpin took a step onto the pavement, his notes in hand, and looked toward the building’s entrance, which was almost twenty feet away. Alert in their position, two massive Kushite figures guarded the entryway. The Kingpin nodded at them, and they nodded back. They entered the building, Baka at the forefront of their movement.
Kingpin knew that playing the role of a king could lead to problems among the elite, even though he was capable of being one. They were all bound to tradition since, despite their differences, they all descended from illustrious, old lineages. The Dreg’s watchful gaze warned the expanding nation that internal strife was something it could ill afford. They had to be careful not to jeopardize the stability they had labored so hard to establish.