Chapter:9 Discussion Of War

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"As a matter of some importance, you are hanging around for the conversation of battle with the Sixa (Kerana and Rritin Realm collusion bunch), right?"

"Thus, you've sorted it out."

"We should talk about that conflict."

"Okay."

"Follow me to my room."

*We enter my room*

"What is it that you need to show us, dear?"

"We will proclaim battle on Sixa."

"Thus, you've proactively made an arrangement."

"Obviously, I have an arrangement and another weapon."

"Weapon!? What sort of weapon have you found?"

"That thing I found isn't exactly a weapon yet a thing to make a weapon."

"What?"

"At the end of the day, you know, a sword is made of metal. You can contrast it and metal."

"In any case, what sort of thing do you have?"

"It was brought by a merchant who came from another obscure country."

"What is its name, sweetheart?"

"It has its own name, however I call it 'blast power.'"

"Blast power. Does it have something to do with blasts?"

"Indeed, sir. Allow me to show you."

*I take them to the table.*

On this table, there is some dark powder.

I give it a little fire.

*It explodes*

*Everybody is surprised.*

"Thus, this is the thing you were discussing."

"What is your take on it?"

"It appears to be valuable. You can make a touchy weapon."

"You are correct. True to form from a state head. What's more, I'm dealing with it. It will be over soon. Not well before the conflict begins."

"All in all, what is your arrangement for the conflict?"

"Gracious no doubt, let me make sense of."

*I make sense of the plan.*

"It is smart. You are damn canny. But?"

"In any case, what will be the explanation we fault them for proclaiming battle on Sixa?"

"To start with, we've made a unified gathering. Do you have ideas for the name of our gathering?"

"I have an arrangement to fault them."

"What is it?"

"A couple of days prior, a couple of group individuals from privateers got discovered burglarizing. They put a match to one post. Along these lines, we will fault them for that. Furthermore, proclaim war."

"It might work. All things considered, it will work."

"No doubt, it will. Also, my new weapon will be prepared soon."

"Anyway, what sort of weapon is it and what's its name?"

"I call it a cannon. It needs 3 individuals to work, and it has long-range capacities."

"Appears as though you've considered everything. It appears as though being an awe-inspiring conflict in history is going. Anyway, when is it will begin?"

"On my seventeenth birthday celebration."

"Alright then, at that point, see you in war, Michael."

"The equivalent goes for you, John."

With that, our conversation of war is finished, and John disappears.

Things are truly working out as expected. You ought to count your last days, Lenin, since I'm coming to torment you...

The End