Naming

The first rays of dawn peeked through the cracks of the hut constructed from straw and mud, where the four boys stirred from a night of revelry and wine-induced slumber. Stretching their limbs and rubbing sleep from their eyes, they rose from their beds, their heads still buzzing with remnants of merriment.

Determined to embrace the day that would define their future, the boys donned their simple cloaks, woven from rough fabric that spoke of their long harsh training. With a shared sense of purpose, they stepped out of their hut, joining a bustling path that connected their dwellings to those of their fellow comrades.

As they walked along the dirt path, they could see other boys emerging from their huts, their footsteps converging into a steady stream of anticipation. Each boy carried his own hopes and dreams, for this day marked a significant milestone—their initiation into the village army. Today, they would stand in formation, united by a singular purpose, awaiting the arrival of their commanding officials.

The training grounds loomed before them, a sprawling expanse of open fields where countless aspirations had been forged and tested. Old stone and metal covered across the opening. Buildings barely holding themselves up with weapons laid against them, dirt and moss blankets over. The boys felt a mix of excitement and nervousness well up inside them, their hearts beating with anticipation. They knew that this was the day of earning their names and titles, towards accessing the world beyond this camp.

As they arrived at the training grounds, the boys lined up, shoulder to shoulder, forming a row that mirrored their camaraderie. They could feel the collective energy pulsating through their ranks, a blend of determination and uncertainty. In this formation, they stood as future equals, their pasts and futures intertwined.

Eyes fixed on the horizon, they awaited the arrival of their Officials, who would guide them through the trials that lay ahead. They knew that their test would be rigorous, pushing them beyond their limits, but they were prepared to face whatever challenges awaited them.

Minutes stretched into an eternity as they stood in formation, each passing second a testament to their resolve. Finally, two Officials emerged, one in their late 20 and the other early 30s, with authoritative presence commanding attention. The boys straightened their backs, their focus sharpening, ready to begin the ceremony.

With the Officials was four Masters and eight Officers. Master Ta is a Master who's also a retired Officer, wearing his Master cloak, all purple with a gold lining on the edge. The Officials wore robes of white and purple, a dragon placed on the front and back of the robe, marking them as Zune's Leaders.

The Officers wore their cloaks, black with a sliver lining on the edge. There was more present than the boys have ever seen at one time. Only in their early 20s. Scares and cold stares flows from their faces.

Two teenagers no older than 15 carries in stone platforms, after placing them down, 6 in total, they turn to the Officials standing at attention. The Officials waved their hands and the two young men bowed, turned, and walked away.

The boys couldn't help but to stare at the young men. They see themselves becoming them, focusing on their brown cloaks, dogs with shells on their backs stitched in orange stained cotton. Soldiers.

One of the Officials stepped forward from the line of superiors. 7feet tall thin, bald with, broad-shouldered, two scars lining an " X" over the jugular.

Official #2 Rodow

"Believe when I say that you are the future. The lands your successors will see would pale in comparison of what you will conquer. You are men now protectors of this life that has given you everything. Step forward join the ranks of this village. Be given the blood if the tree. Show us your place, show us how much you have sacrificed for the village."

It was hard for the boys to kept their composure. These boys was given everything they could have want since birth, until the day they turned 8 and had been brutally strict training since. The promise of getting all that back, and becoming protectors, the hero's they are told so much stories of, ones everyone loved and adored.

6 platforms for the 6 lines of soon to be men. In "The Naming" they are to step on the platform which they recite the oath, then drink the blood of the tree. The platforms will glow, showing what rank they lifted, the color of the glow will determine what rank each person belongs too. The brightness of the glow shows how close they are to the next.

Lift Rank #1 Red

Lift Rank #2 Brown

Lift Rank #3 Blue

Lift Rank #4 Green

Lift Rank #5 Orange

Usually no one boys like them wouldn't have a chance to be above Lift Rank #2 Brown, but for some reason Master Ta just can't keep back a smile as a red eyed boy steps onto the platform.