Marvel: Saint Seiya Starting with the Reality Stone

Chapter 116 Border Tribes Preparing to Act Without Authorization!

"No!"

"I disagree!"

The arrival of the five core tribe leaders of Wakanda, upon hearing King T'Chaka's choice, instantly caused a huge uproar.

The first among them was Wakabi, the leader of the border tribes.

Standing at 1.83 meters tall, with round scars extending from the sides of his nose to near his temples, and wearing an asymmetrical leather jacket and a golden breastplate, Wakabi spoke first, before the other tribal leaders could even speak, as soon as Tchaka finished speaking.

"No one can threaten Wakanda!"

"Nobody's here!"

Wakabi, the leader of a border tribe, was a staunch advocate of war. He had long been fed up with the situation because the border tribe was specifically responsible for disguising themselves as ordinary herders to deceive the outside world.

In a word.

Why can warriors from other tribes live comfortably in the real Wakanda, while only warriors from their border tribes have to go outside and play the roles of different, inhuman Africans?

If it's for the safety of Wakanda, then so be it.

But now he hears something.

King Tchaka was actually willing to spend money to avert disaster.

Good guy.

If that's the case, then what have those border tribes been doing all these years?

Does that count as them working hard?

Or should we consider it hard work on their behalf?

It all boils down to one sentence.

"You'll know once the five great philanthropists find out."

"Even if they know, what can they do?"

"Are we afraid of them?"

"Their planes are not as sturdy as our vibranium planes, and even their weapons are not as sharp as ours."

Wakabi sneered, his gaze sweeping over the other four tribal chiefs before finally settling on King Te.

Chaka said, "Besides, even if we're willing to give him what he wants this time, what about next time? Will we give it to him next time? If he gets a taste of success with us the first time, he'll definitely do it again. We should arrest him immediately."

Nakia, the leader of the River Tribe, with her neat short curly hair, often wearing green battle clothes, and possessing an elegant and dignified demeanor, was considered one of the most beautiful women in Wakanda. She stepped forward.

But it actually looks like this.

"Wakabi, now is not the time for personal feelings."

Nakia is not only the leader of the River Tribe, but also an agent of Wakanda and a staunch advocate of openness. She believes that Wakanda should actively engage with the outside world and help the vulnerable groups outside. So after interrupting Wakabi, she looked at King T'Chaka and said, "But Wakabi is right. Wakanda does not accept any form of threat. Instead of worrying about being exposed to the Five Good Men, we should take the initiative into our own hands."

Zuri, who was not a tribal chief but a council member and the priest of the Wakanda Black Panther God, looked at Nakia upon hearing this: "Open? What are you talking about? There has never been such a precedent in Wakanda since ancient times."

He was neither a proponent of peace, nor a proponent of war, nor a proponent of openness.

As the priest of the Black Panther God and the king's spiritual advisor, the tall Zuli was a conservative.

Wakanda doesn't need outside intervention; it can simply enjoy its own beauty. Furthermore, it has repeatedly advocated for the revival of ancient customs.

In short, the retro style.

Soon, a three-way disagreement arose at the meeting. No one agreed with the other, and no one was willing to submit to the other. The voices grew louder and the tempers flared. In the end, it looked as if they were about to have a fistfight on the spot.

King T'Chaka, seated at the head of the table, remained silent until they began to stand and roll up their sleeves, at which point he spoke again: "Enough!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was incredibly authoritative.

So the moment he spoke, everyone, from Wakabi of the border tribe to Najiya of the river tribe and the spiritual leader Zuli, fell silent and looked at King T'Chaka, who was sitting at the head of the table.

"I'm here to inform you, not to ask for your opinions."

"And what we're discussing now isn't whether Wakanda should open up or not."

"It's not about whether we should be progressive or revert to ancient customs."

"There's only one issue we're discussing now."

"Five hundred catties of vibranium."

Tchaka spoke in a deep voice, then looked at the chief of the mining tribe: "Deliver five hundred catties of vibranium before sunset."

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The chief of the mining tribe opened his mouth, meeting Tchakana's old but still sharp gaze, but he didn't speak, only nodded.

After speaking, T'Chaka's gaze fell on Wakabi, the border tribe member who was ready to start a war at the slightest provocation: "Wakabi, if you disagree with my decision, once you win the challenge for the throne against T'Challa and become the new king, you can make any decision you want, as long as you feel you can bear all the consequences. But for now, shut up!"

The leader of the Golden Tribe was not a natural heir to the throne.

Because Wakanda has a ceremony for the succession to the throne.

Warriors from other tribes can challenge the soon-to-be-crowned king one-on-one during the succession ceremony. The king cannot refuse, and the winner of the battle becomes the new king.

Of course.

Over the years, there has never been a case where a warrior from a non-Gold Tribe has defeated a warrior from a Gold Tribe.

Wakkabi met Tchaka's sharp gaze, unlike the timid chief of the mining tribe, and stared back at him.

Although Wakanda is a hereditary monarchy, it is also a tribal federation.

The eighteen tribes have considerable autonomy, so even if T'Chaka dislikes the Wakabi, he cannot legally revoke the status of the Wakanda border tribe chiefs.

So Wakabi wasn't intimidated by Tchaka at all. He stared at Tchaka, then suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to the merchant tribe's leader: "It's your tribe's job to be in charge of vibranium trade. Currently, we only sell about 100 catties of vibranium to the outside world each year. Now, 500 catties of vibranium are suddenly flowing out. What do you think?"

The tribal chief, who had initially remained neutral and had no intention of getting involved, immediately realized what was going on and looked at T'Chaka: "Your Majesty, I also think this is inappropriate. If vibranium appears on a large scale in the outside world, our risk of exposure will greatly increase."

If that's the case, then what's the point of giving Mike the 500 pounds of vibranium he wanted?

Since Wakanda is going to be exposed anyway, why should they give Mike the vibranium he wants?

Upon hearing the merchant tribe's words, Wakabi turned to the spiritual leader Zuli and said, "The Mbaku of the Jabari tribe has always disliked us. If they knew that we had violated tradition by giving away 500 catties of vibranium just because of their threats, what do you think they would say?"

Upon hearing this, the spiritual leader Zuli glanced at Wakabi.

Although he knew that Wakabi was trying to win his support.

but--

Zuli looked at Tchaka: "Your Majesty, Wakabi is right. We must consider what will happen to Mbaku after this gets out."

The reaction.

The Jabari tribe has always been the most unique of the eighteen tribes in Wakanda.

While other tribes worshipped the black panther goddess Bastet, the Jabari tribe was unique in that they did not worship the black panther goddess, but instead worshipped the ape god Hanuman.

Therefore, due to their differing beliefs, the Jabari tribe has never had a good relationship with other tribes.

However, the Jabari tribe does not like to interact with them. They maintain the most primitive way of life and live in the mountains of Wakanda, hence they are also known as the Mountain Tribe or the Ape Tribe.

Tchaka smiled as he watched Wakabi, whose face flashed with a hint of smugness, think that having gained the support of two people would change his mind.

next second.

Tchaka withdrew his gaze and looked again at the chief of the mining tribe: "Five hundred catties of vibranium, before sunset today."

That's all.

He stood up abruptly from his seat, not even glancing at Wakabi, whose expression was now frozen, and turned to leave the conference room.

Wakabi's expression froze, his mouth agape as he watched Tchaka ignore his calls and leave on his own. His expression shifted in an instant before he looked at the other tribal leaders.

But the others remained silent, stood up, and left the meeting room.

Upon seeing this, a fierce glint flashed in Wakabi's eyes.

As the Frontier Tribe responsible for disguising everything, their treatment in Wakanda is not much better than that of other tribes.

Just like in the meeting just now.

Their border tribes are geographically the most peripheral tribes in Wakanda, and their voice is the weakest at the meeting.

But how can that be allowed?

The Golden Horde has always been the king of Wakanda.

But Wakanda doesn't belong to just your Golden Tribe.

Your Golden Tribe will choose to pay outsiders to make peace in order to maintain stability.

But we border tribes won't.

If you want to give us vibranium, then go ahead, but we, who are responsible for the security of the Wakanda border, will not stand idly by and allow an outsider to take away 500 pounds of vibranium.

As Wakabi thought this to himself, he walked out of the conference room behind him and then glanced in the direction of the palace where Mike was currently staying.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Still standing on the balcony, looking down at the scenery of Wakanda's capital outside the Golden Palace, Mike subconsciously looked in the direction of Wakabi.

With the Eye of X-ray vision, the eyes instantly pierced through countless barriers, finally landing on Wakabi, who stood at the entrance of the conference palace, looking this way with an extremely fierce gaze.

next second.

Mike laughed.

Even though he wasn't there, he still heard the contents of the meeting.

But he didn't care, especially after Tchaka finally made the decision to have 500 kilograms of vibranium prepared, he stopped paying attention altogether.

Mike thought his expectations had been completely dashed.

Unexpectedly.

King Tchaka did not want to be his enemy.

But unfortunately, his subordinates didn't think so.

interesting!

Mike watched as Wakabi, the border tribe chief, turned and walked away from the Golden Palace, his gaze returning to its source. He thought to himself, and then a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

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