"Puti... How old had I become? We have been acquaintances, all this time. Do you remember when we first fought at Dangat Lake? Those are my most cherished moments..."
Datu Puti had no idea why his long time friend, Datu Gongu would suddenly bring out their past.
"500 bags of corn, you can borrow it. But after borrowing it, I would like to ask you only two matters!" Datu Gongu said that with an expression of pleading.
He looked at the eye of Datu Puti who somewhat felt familiar yet foreign to him.
"Say it and I shall hear it!"
Datu Puti also sighed in his heart while looking at Datu Gongu's old face, they are already old, older than those who already have died such as the old Warlords. The next time, it could be their turn! Then when that time happens, A new Tribe might rise and the lands will be theirs, the younger generation's time will take theirs.
