The next morning, and just as instructed, Blac gathered the warriors in front of the Village Head's house. It was early morning, but they came there with their polished armor and weapons.
They didn't know why they were there or what they were meant to do, but still they faced the building and waited for their new masters to show up.
It wasn't only the warriors who were gathered; even some villagers were there of their own accord, murmuring and mumbling to each other. Unlike other villages, they hadn't seen something like a hostile takeover of a Village Head before.
Some of them had seen the teens before, but for most of them, they'd only heard of them, and the curiosity was driving them insane.
It was something unheard of, but even Blac was serving them!
Blac was like a legend, and he was known far and wide.
