To Eat At War (2)

“What a place to choose, Old Pervert, What a place,” Ku Jian said. She had stepped out of the kitchen at the sound of the canons.

“I am sorry. Next time I will ask if anyone planned to start a war before we go out fishing,” he scoffed and replied.

“Odd weaponry. It thoroughly reminds me of some kingdoms during the first era,” Nti Anem said taking a sip of tea as an iron ball passed over their head.

“The first Era, you undying ghost,” Ku Jian muttered and returned to the kitchen with the half-filled bucket beside Tie Nse.

“Well, all the fish are gone now,” Tie Nse put down the fishing rod and poured himself a steaming cup of tea.

“I wonder what version of Ed brought this on.” Nti Anem said. He remained fascinated by the weapons the warriors were using.

“Yes, fascinating, but should we be this exposed?” Tie Nse asked, “It can’t be that they cannot notice us, right?” he looked between the two opponents on different sides of the river.