With Weapons and Shields, for Honour

Countless months have passed, but the Dark Bomoh is still nowhere to be found.

He have gone to exile, to a land faraway where beasts and creatures of the night roam freely, even in the day. No man have ever return from the land without having to lose their minds.

There was no exceptions. Countless Sorcerers and Wizards have gone to the land of no return in hopes of acquiring magics and skill that no ordinary man could possess. What they possess though after, was insanity.





Back in a little town of Kuchalkive, defensive measures were taken to prevent an attack by the Dark Bomoh. The town of Kuchalkive stood at the edge of the fine kingdom of Egnaro. For you see, in order for the Dark Bomoh to penetrate through, it has to get pass Kuchalkive. Kuchalkive served as the 1st line of offence, and defence against the Evil forces.

I was there personally, to make sure the swords are sharp, and the shields are tough. I as the King of Egnaro, have to make sure that the line that we have set upon are ready to face any situation, be it flying pigs or farting cows. There was no room for error. WE HAVE TO BE READY.

As the ever shining sun shone right above us one day, Bala was having a rough time having to train the peasants in armed combat. For many, it has been the 1st time they have wield, or even see a sword and shield. Bala understood, that its up to him if these peasants ever want to see and live another daylight without have to fear the Dark One and his army.

Very few were selected by J2 to master the techniques of the Bow and Arrow. For in order to be one with the Bow, one must have a surging amount of mana, ready to explode and burst at will. One must be special. J2 specialises in seeing things no other man can see. He is able to sense and feel the power others possess. He sees the energy, like how others see the crushing waves of the ocean. The training of the Archery is done by his twin brother. With such accuracy and technique, one wonders if he was in fact, the reincarnation of the mythical legend Legolas. J4 laughed, everytime people hinted.

The swords and shields, and the bow and arrow, were made by the imperial blacksmith himself. Every sword, and every shield, and every bow, and every arrow were carefully made and labelled with the royal symbol. It was a sign of honour, a sign of victory and a sign of everything that the Jingaroes believed in and were fighting for.

This land they are standing upon, where they feed and breed, are worth more than their live. they were more than glad to serve it.





As the day turn to night, noisy routines turns to a quite night.

In a middle of Kuchalkive, Yu, Kai, Bala sat around burning logs and leaves, reporting on the day's happening to the King.

"The mens are becoming soldiers, and the womens are becoming mens!" expressed Bala. It has been a long day for him.




Many long days. . . Many more ahead. . .