The rattan ball skittered across the mud, chased by the bare feet of two teens and ferocious laughter.
Firelight from the tiki torches lit up the excited faces of six boys around the age of sixteen, split into two teams, playing football even though it was already late in the night. Soldiers who were distinctively separated by looks—one side half armored and the other side clad in leather hide of a barbarian—didn't mind the teens at all.
Frankly, they have better things to do.
All of them were carrying out patrols or carrying out boxes from one military tent to another.
In this clearing, there are hundreds of military tents stretched across miles.
Rumour stated a war in the coming days, but that doesn't concern the teens.
At least not for now.
Linka stopped the rattan ball, but Ben was already upon him.
