Roars and stomps shake the ground. Their voices ring out with unrestrained enthusiasm, reverberating through the air as they stomp their feet in exhilaration. The duel that had just unfolded for the coveted rank of the next squad captain captivated their attention and ignited their spirits.
The two warriors now stand before an Officer looking over their structure. "I approve of Soldier Zeek's promotion to Squad Captain!" The Officer leans towards Captain Zeek. "Give some words to the men; let them know what it takes to become, Captain." Leaning back, the Officer kept a light gaze on the new Captain, smiling, curious about what this maniac would say.
Zeek turned towards the group and slowed his breathing. He stared at the faces of those he had inspired from his fight alone.
"DANGEROUS! YOU MUST BE DANGEROUS! IF THEY ARE NOT YOUR BROTHER THEY SHOULD FEAR YOU! YOUR ENEMIES ARE NOW OUR ENEMIES!
Devilish grins appeared on the faces of Masters as those words roared into the clouds, followed by the cheers of new men shaking the ground with a blast of pride. The new soldiers didn't know why they were cheering—probably because the man next to them was yelling. War cries have a way of enticing those on the same side, forcing uniformity within the ranks, and burning a fire of hope and courage.
"Official Lord Zac!" A soldier runs into the opening, yelling about urgent news. The Official stepped away from the group for a moment. Official Rodow continues the ceremony.
"I'll be short since everyone here is choosing to become soldiers, which gives us faith that this village will be left in great hands; with that, you all deserve this special privilege; the ones you grew up in the huts will make 5 man squads. You will be assigned a Squad Leader to complete the squad. We believe this will only strengthen our village. Now, let's see who the captains pick. If a captain does not choose your squad, then your squad will join the open ranks. Now. Let's see where your squad ranks."