The story takes place during a significant event – the grand celebration of the Niiji/Kushite’s ten years of independence. and the emergence of a fresh lumaria

The air crackles with an undeniable sense of anticipation, as lively flags dance in the breeze, bearing the significance of the past and the potential of what lies ahead.

The atmosphere is charged with the excitement of a day that will be forever remembered.
In the midst of this jubilant atmosphere, Warrior/Kingpn emerges as a commanding figure of prominence, demanding attention.

A commanding presence, Kingpin confidently positioned himself against the passenger seat of a truck that doubled as his lookout and seat of power. With a keen eye, he carefully observes the surroundings, taking in every detail of the unfolding scene.

With a keen eye, he carefully observes the surroundings, predicting where the heart of the action will unfold. With a keen eye, he captures the essence of the impending scene – a vibrant street filled with parked cars, their shiny exteriors reflecting the sun’s rays.

They adorn the canvas of the celebration like fragments of a magnificent artwork, appearing to be scattered but carefully positioned. A fleeting thought dances in his mind – a passing worry about whether the multitude of parked cars could hinder the smoothness of the celebrations.

However, he easily disregards the idea, as he understands that practical obstacles have no power over an occasion of such immense scale. With unwavering self-assurance, he remains unfazed as his piercing gaze captures a profound realization, deepening his comprehension of the meticulously orchestrated pandemonium unfolding in front of him. In the midst of the vast expanse of vehicles, a remarkable discovery emerges – a special place that exudes an air of privilege.

It’s a secluded community for those in power, the privileged few whose influence and actions have become intertwined with the destiny of the country. And in this elevated realm, he recognizes a truth that stirs a tumultuous blend of emotions within him. Internally, he shrinks back from the understanding.

ing grouped with these self-proclaimed dignitaries stirred a conflicting mixture of pride and disdain within Kingpin’s chest. The distinctions become hazy, the lines between his ascent to authority and their revered positions blending together in a paradoxical waltz of societal evaluation. He had managed to survive three assassination attempts, and it was the Nniiji pureblood class who were behind them. He had the evidence, thanks to his trusted lieutenant Raka and his crew. He vividly remembered the day he discovered this information, as he was en route to a crucial meeting with the Council of TheNine.

The council of the nine holds the highest authority over the nine territories that constitute their nation. As a requirement for independence, each of the provinces that broke away from the Titans had to conform to a unified structure. This arrangement was to be maintained for a period of ten years, after which, if everything remained in order, they would be granted complete autonomy over their own nation. This meeting held great significance as it marked their newfound independence.

The country was experiencing rapid growth, and the citizens seemed to be embracing it as a stroke of good fortune. However, there was growing dissatisfaction with the Council of Nine, as they were not distributing the wealth equally among the people. Restlessness was beginning to set in, as the people’s patience wore thin. There were rumors circulating that Warrior, a prominent figure, had amassed a significant amount of wealth through taxes imposed on the wealthiest individuals. It was said that he planned to redistribute this wealth to the people and establish a new economic system rooted in the principles of communalism.

The sun shone brightly in the sky, illuminating the expansive square beneath it. The Niiji/Kushite square, vibrant with the rhythm of countless heartbeats, buzzed with excitement. A decade had gone by since the birth of the new Lumaria, and the square was a testament to a mix of past events and hopeful expectations.

In the midst of this setting, the Warrior Kingpin stood with unwavering strength, serving as a symbol of inspiration for many and a formidable opponent for others. The figure stood out against the vibrant backdrop, capturing the attention of all those in attendance.

With a deep breath, he started, “Ten years ago, we embraced our fate, cast off the shackles that held us back, and set out on a path towards liberation. Today, we find ourselves on the cusp of a fresh chapter.

The audience was captivated, completely engrossed in the moment, feeling the weight of the event. They recalled the era of injustice, the era of aspirations postponed, and they perceived in Kingpin a representation of their own determination.

“We gather here, not only to commemorate the past, but to navigate our path ahead,” Kingpin declared, his voice filled with unwavering determination. I address you today, not as a superior, but as a fellow member of this community. Having experienced both triumphs and tribulations, and having endured the heart-wrenching sting of betrayal.

The audience vividly recalled the menacing atmosphere, the attempts on lives, and the deceitful maneuvers of the Council of the Nine. They were well aware of the intricate political landscape and pervasive corruption that posed a grave threat to the very essence of their hard-won liberty.

His intense stare revealed a resolute determination, as if he had an unwavering resolve. Just last week, the Council of the Nine posed a grave threat to our very existence, casting doubt on our rights and arrogantly attempting to impose their will upon us. However, it is crucial to bear in mind that the true power lies within the hands of the people.

The crowd erupted in a thunderous applause. It was evident; Kingpin was the shining light they looked up to, their fearless leader

Let this serve as a clear message to the Council and any other entity attempting to undermine our determination. We proudly identify as Niiji/Kushite, tracing our lineage back to the esteemed Lumaria. And just as we asserted our autonomy a decade ago, today, we assert our aspirations for the future.

The resonating words of Kingpin, imbued with the depth of the past and the hope for the future, would forever leave an indelible mark on the souls of the people. Amidst the resounding cheers, it became evident that a new era had begun, one in which the people wielded unprecedented power.