Shitu Shrine's Underground Ceremony. (1)

It was a cloudless night. The bright stars above twinkled, littering the dark skies with their beautiful light. It was a rather quiet night in Shitu Shrine. In the eating den, the eight young warriors who had remained behind sat in silence as they delightfully gulped down the last of their ox-tail soup and millet meal.

They sat occupying two large wooden tables. On one table sat Moseti Kalibari with his three brothers in arms. He felt happiness as he eyed the young men who he had grown up with, hunted with and taken an oath of brotherhood with one fateful searing hot afternoon in the unforgiving Sereti wild lands. He lifted his cup and addressed them with an earnest tone.

"To you my brothers, Kimono. Komu. Kitilu. Whatever may unfold in the future, I am glad to have called you my brothers."

"Haha what's with the mysterious speech Mo." Komu teased immediately. But he held an appreciative glint in his eyes.