Nubia's might, a kingdom bold and true, Warriors strong, a formidable crew. Amongst them, a prodigy, just twelve in years, Diplomacy's dance, decisions unclear.

Will they forge bonds, or become rivals in fray, Destiny's course, yet to find its way?

The NUBIA KINGDOM

As the sun ascended to its zenith, its radiant heat permeated the city of Thebes, casting a sweltering veil over the training grounds of the palace. Among the combatants practicing under the scorching sun were Setka, Jack, Kamil, Kasib, and Ramon.

A resounding clash of swords echoed through the air as Ramon's blade met Setka's with a forceful impact. The power behind Setka's strike sent Ramon staggering backward, struggling to maintain his stance. Seizing the moment, Kamil lunged forward, aiming to exploit Setka's brief vulnerability.

However, Setka's response was swift and precise. Evading Kamil's attack effortlessly, Setka moved with a speed akin to light itself. In a fraction of a second, he materialized behind Kamil and delivered a lightning-fast kick to his side.

Kamil was sent hurtling through the air, his shocked expression mirroring the astonishing velocity of his flight.

Among the group, only Kasib remained, his bare torso glistening with sweat and adorned with the marks of battles past. His chiselled physique displayed a sculpted six-pack and a well-defined V-taper, a testament to his rigorous training and countless trials.

Driven by determination, Kasib sprinted toward Setka, his sword held with unwavering focus. As Setka's blade moved to intercept the strike, Kasib swiftly altered his sword's trajectory, redirecting the attack to the opposite side. Setka's reflexes were sharp, and he deftly defended against Kasib's assault.

In an instant, Setka vanished from Kasib's line of sight, only to reappear behind him. Kasib had anticipated this move and reacted swiftly. He spun around rapidly, his sword creating a protective circle around him as he simultaneously moved backward. As Setka materialized behind Kasib, he realized the danger too late. Kasib's blade grazed Setka's Armor, leaving a telling mark on his defensive barrier.

As Setka glided across the ground, propelled by the force of his own push, he eventually came to a stop. A grin painted his face, and he spoke, "Great job today, folks. One of you managed to graze my Armor. Well done, Kasib," he said, his smile directed at the skilled warrior.

Then, his gaze shifted to Kamil, Ramon, and Jack. With a mix of disappointment and frustration, Setka addressed them, "And you three... Setka's eyes fell upon Kamil, Ramon, and Jack, his voice carrying a blend of exasperation and challenge. "How can you struggle so much to wield a simple sword? Learn a thing or two from Kasib. He's committed, while Kamil, you just bark orders at the Special Unit Guards. Setka's words boomed; his irritation evident.

Meanwhile, Kamil whispered to Ramon while Setka continued his lecture, "I have a feeling this is going to be a lengthy one."

Setka shifted his focus to Ramona, shaking his head. "Ramon, you're strong, but you lack common sense. Your strength is noteworthy, but your execution falls short."

Ramon, clearly embarrassed, responded, "But I'm almost reaching Master Level 2."

Setka's patience snapped, and he bellowed, "Enough! Shut up!"

Turning to Jack, Setka's tone shifted again, "And you, Jack." He paused briefly, uncertainty filling the air. "I'm not even sure where to begin with you."

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Jack stood there, stunned, his thoughts swirling. He mumbled to himself, "Oh no, am I really not up to par?"

Seeking to clarify, Setka advised, "However, focus on honing your abilities. I believe that should suffice for you." Setka's words offered a glimmer of hope to Jack

Setka cleared his throat, his voice slightly strained. "Alright then," he began, "prepare yourselves for tonight."

Confusion painted Kamil's face as he questioned, "What's happening tonight, General?"

Ramon joined in, his puzzlement evident, "Yeah, why the secrecy, general?"

Setka let out a resigned sigh, his expression showing a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You 4 are in for a diplomatic mission tonight. You'll be accompanying Commander Menes to the Nubia Kingdom."

"What?!" Ramon and Kamil exclaimed simultaneously, their disbelief palpable.

Kamil added a playful jab, "You could've given us a heads-up, General. I would've at least gotten a fresh haircut and looked my best."

Setka looked skyward, feigning innocence. "A true soldier anticipates the unexpected," he stated cryptically, then turned to walk away.

"You liar!" Kamil pointed at Setka, his shock turning into realization. "You forgot, didn't you?"

Ramon chimed in, the disbelief evident in his voice. "Yeah, you totally forgot!"

Setka turned back, a smile mixed with frustration on his face. "Well, do you want more training instead?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

The duo's response was almost simultaneous, their voices a blend of fear and submission. "No, General, we're good," they said, their tone a mix of calm and trepidation.

"Hey Kamil, what exactly is the Nubia Kingdom?" Jack inquired politely.

Kamil's expression shifted into an informative mode as he began to explain, "The Nubia Kingdom is situated to the south of our own. Historically, we've engaged in numerous trade relations with them. It seems that now, they are aiming to solidify these relations through a diplomatic treaty, particularly focusing on trade. This should make things even more convenient and beneficial for both sides."

Kasib grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it on, casually joining the conversation. "Ah, I see. So, that's why General Setka was putting us through the grind, getting us in better shape and making our muscles pop a bit more."

Kamil nodded in agreement. "Indeed, it seems like he had more in mind than just training."

"Speaking of this diplomatic meeting," Kasib continued, "if Commander Menes is involved, it suggests there might be more to it than just a simple treaty. While General Setka could handle a diplomatic affair, having Commander Menes there makes sense. He's intimately familiar with our military's strength, numbers, and structure. It's more than just a trade discussion; it could involve strategic considerations too."

Kamil nodded in agreement, adding, "You're right, Kasib. Commander Menes has a comprehensive grasp of our military capabilities and the broader context. His presence might indicate that the Nubia Kingdom seeks to strengthen not only trade relations but also security or other alliances."

Ramon's excitement was palpable as he chimed in, "Well, regardless, let's get ourselves ready for a festive night ahead!"

Curious, Kasib brought up another point. "Is that child prodigy from the same Nubia Kingdom as well?"

"Who, Jack?" Kamil responded.

"Kairo Tempest. He's apparently already a commander at the tender age of twelve," Kamil clarified.

Ramon's eyes widened in surprise. "Seriously? That's impressive."

A competitive grin formed on Ramon's face. "Well, if we ever cross paths and spar, I'm going to make sure I beat that punk."

Kasib and Kamil burst into laughter, their amusement evident. "You might have a tough time with that," Kamil teased. "Kairo has already mastered Level 3 of his Chronotex and Level 2 of Dark Energy. Meanwhile, you're still working your way through the initial stages of Level 2."

Ramon playfully rolled his eyes, admitting defeat in the friendly banter.

FEW HOURS LATER

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky took on a dusky blue hue. Horses were prepared and standing ready, poised for the start of a lengthy journey.

"Soldiers, let's depart!" Commander Menes's voice cut through the quiet night as his horse's neigh echoed. The group set out with swift determination, traversing the serene city of Thebes under the cover of night.

Their pace was swift, wind whipping across their faces and through their hair, like a synchronized dance with the mountains and the elements. The group might have been small, but their strength and unity were undeniable. Among them were:

Commander Menes, also known as the Dark King, a master of Dark Energy, and one of the most formidable users of this power.

Khonsu Atum, a member of the Royal Guards. He was a young man, his bronze skin reflecting his dedication to battle. With unruly black hair and clad in Armor, his enthusiasm for combat was palpable.

Kamil, the trusted right hand of General Setka. Kamil's strategic brilliance was unparalleled. His power, Phalanx's Shield, allowed him to conjure an almost impenetrable invisible shield at will.

Ramon, the loyal companion of Commander Menes and his protégé. Ramon wielded Dark Energy like his mentor, having mastered Level 2 of his ability. He possessed the Dark Knight power, enveloping himself in dark energy for enhanced capabilities.

Kasib, a robust and skilled soldier, regarded as one of the strongest young warriors in the army. He boasted expertise with various weapons and a resilient mindset.

Jack Sterling, a man displaced from the future a NOMAD. His exceptional scientific knowledge set him apart, and he possessed the unique ability of Chrono-Arachnid, enabling him to manifest spider-like limbs from his back, though he struggled to control it.

Alongside these remarkable individuals were ten other high-ranking soldiers, each with their own combat prowess and experience.