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Chapter 134 - 134 Kingdoms 2

Chapter 134: Kingdoms 2 Chapter 134: Kingdoms 2 A Dixan archer was said to never miss twice.

To the west of Lionara was Roxurun Kingdom, a land renowned for its expertise in horse breeding and riding.

Their horses were some of the strongest and fastest in the entire region, and selling them was a significant part of their economy.

In fact, many kingdoms, including Lionara, relied on Roxurun bred horses for their cavalry and transportation needs.

But Roxurun wasn’t just known for breeding horses, they were also unmatched riders, with a deep rooted equestrian culture that had been passed down for generations.

Roxurun was a land where horses were more than animals, they were family, status, and life itself.

The kingdom’s vast grasslands were home to the finest steeds, and every aspect of Roxurun culture revolved around horsemanship.

A person’s skill with a horse determined their place in society, and no one could be considered an adult until they had mastered riding.

Every child in Roxurun was given a foal at birth, and by the age of six, they were expected to ride independently.

Their first successful ride without assistance was a celebrated milestone, marking their official introduction to Roxurun society.

Horses in Roxurun were believed to carry the spirit of past warriors.

Naming a horse carelessly was considered a great insult.

Names were given after observing the horse’s personality and strengths, ensuring that it matched its soul.

Before a rider could truly claim a horse as their own, they had to spend an entire night in the wilderness with it, surviving together without any outside help.

This was meant to build trust and prove that the rider was worthy of the steed.

Speed was highly revered in Roxurun.

Young riders participated in the Wind Trial, a race where they had to gallop across the open plains, navigating natural obstacles and testing their ability to read their horse’s instincts.

Winning was not just about being the fastest but about showing harmony between horse and rider.

The footprint of a truly great horse was considered sacred.

It was a common belief that stepping into the hoofprint of a legendary horse could grant a rider some of its strength and speed.

Because of this, some people traveled far just to find and step into these imprints.

It was said that the best riders of Roxurun could speak to their horses without words.

They used subtle body movements and pressure techniques, making it seem as if the horses moved by sheer will alone.

This deep bond between horse and rider was a mark of true mastery.

No true Roxurun warrior would ever abandon their horse.

If a rider was injured in battle, their steed was trained to carry them to safety.

In return, a Roxurun rider would rather die than leave their injured horse behind.

Roxurun was a kingdom where freedom and strength were measured in gallops, and its people were as wild and untamed as the horses they rode.

A Roxurun rider could travel for days without rest, fight on horseback with unmatched skill, and outrun any pursuer.

To them, the earth was meant to be ridden, not walked.

As Nnenna continued flipping through the books, she realized just how fierce the competition at the grand ball games would be.

Each kingdom had its strengths, and if she wanted to make a lasting impression, she had to be strategic.

She needed to not only improve her archery but also refine her horse riding skills to match the Roxurun riders.

Lady Rose had already helped her make significant progress, but now, she had to push even harder.

Taking a deep breath, she closed the book and picked up another one.

There was no time to waste.

To the south of Lionara was Giangum Kingdom, known for their incredible physical strength.

Unlike other kingdoms that relied heavily on weapons, the warriors of Giangum barely needed them, they were expert martial artists, specializing in hand to hand combat and advanced karate techniques.

Their philosophy was simple, the body itself was the greatest weapon.

Giangum was a kingdom where physical strength, discipline, and honor were the foundations of society.

Their martial arts, rooted in centuries old traditions, were a source of both spiritual and physical strength.

Every citizen of Giangum, regardless of status, was required to train in martial arts from childhood.

Strength was not just about combat, it was about self control, discipline, and personal growth.

A person who could not control their emotions was considered weak, no matter how physically strong they were.

Instead of bowing or shaking hands, Giangum warriors greeted each other with a silent nod and a fist placed over their heart.

This gesture symbolized respect and an unspoken bond of strength.

To be recognized as a true martial artist, a Giangum warrior had to pass five grueling trials, each representing a core value of their kingdom, Strength, Endurance, Speed, Precision, and Spirit.

The final trial was called The Stone Break, where the warrior had to shatter a massive stone slab with a single strike, proving that their training had transcended the physical into the spiritual.

Carrying weapons was seen as a sign of weakness in Giangum.

Only those who had not mastered their body needed a blade.

However, Giangum warriors were highly skilled in disarming opponents and turning their enemies’ weapons against them.

Before any major decision, whether it was war, leadership, or personal matters, Giangum people spent an entire night meditating in silence.

Rushing into action without deep thought was considered foolish.

At the age of sixteen, all Giangum citizens took the Warrior’s Oath, swearing to protect their kingdom, uphold honor, and never use their strength for oppression.

Breaking this oath resulted in exile, the greatest dishonor for a Giangum warrior.

Shoes were considered unnecessary in sacred training grounds.

Walking barefoot was a sign of humility and connection to the earth, reminding warriors that their power came from within, not from external tools.

Though strength was valued, wisdom was revered even more.

The oldest martial artists were respected above all, and their words were seen as law.

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