"How our techniques compare, I cannot say. I certainly have not mastered all of the long-range techniques of the Martial Union, and I have but a shallow understanding of the sacred techniques of the G'ak'arkan Tribe." Rui replied. "Unfortunately, there is not a single person in the world who can say which side has better techniques."
"Then how can you say that your techniques will benefit us to the sa level that ours will benefit you?" the man asked.
"Each technique can be individually evaluated by both sides and be traded with other individually evaluated techniques from the other side," Rui let him know.
"And who gets to evaluate the value of techniques in this plan?"
"We can form an evaluation board of Martial Artists on both sides that will together co to a fair consensus or compromise," Rui explained.
He knew that the Longranger Sect would celebrate in joy if that ever happened.
Although learning a new language was difficult, the Martial Union would have no problem would getting a few volunteer Martial Artists to undergo tutelage in learning the language. And although Rui did breeze through his tuition fast, it was not easy learning a new language, especially when they were Martial Artists.
This was one of the preliminary routes that Rui had created when confronted with the very dilemma that caused nurous failures in the past.
"We do not trust your Martial Artists to be fair with our techniques," The man retorted sternly.
"There are other asures that can be implented to ensure that that won't happen," Rui explained.
"Maybe, but that still requires us to place a certain degree of trust in your so-called asures." The man shrugged lightly.
Rui paused for a mont as he considered his opponent.
"Our techniques when used along with the techniques of that of the G'ak'arkan Tribe can result in trendous results. Results that would directly benefit your entire tribe."
Rui leaned forward towards F'ahru. "You will dominate the entire island, and all the other Martial Tribes on it,"
This was not a small claim, it was bold, but did not an unsubstantiated reasonable cause of doubt ant that it was sothing seriously concerning. The truth was that F'ahru could not afford to dismiss Rui's claims regarding the techniques being able to strengthen the entire clan to the point that it could overwhelm the entirety of the Martial Tribes on the entire island.
"But, it gets better," Rui explained. "You can offer greater to the protection of the most vulnerable part of the Tribe."
"We protect them just fine as we are now," He snarled.
Rui nodded. "Yet, is there such a things as too much protection for the ones that we care about most and fight for the most."
"That's not enough, I'm afraid," F'arhu declined Rui's advanced once more.
Rui sighed as he sat back in his chair.
Of course, Rui could continue in that regard, but he paused for a mont.
('If he's playing this hard to at the face of every proposal, then this is more than just a simple disagreent.
He thought back to the three interests that he headed done deep into his talks with Carl. He needed to harness their desire for domination of the other Martial Tribes of Vilun Island. Of course, he did not expect that it would fail to be effective at all.
Rui got the faint feeling that he was probably missing sothing. These kinds of situations usually ant that his gut was onto sothing.
"Well, with the techniques we give you, then you could easily fight multiple wars at once with your newfound power," Rui offered. "You could pick a fight with all of them and still co out on top."
The man stared at Rui hard.
Rui smiled magnanimously.
He had already revealed to the man two of his three opening argunts to win over the three abstract interests of the G'ak'arkan Tribe. Unfortunately, they did not seem to be as shocking as Rui has hoped it would.
"That… is still not good enough reason for us to part with the techniques that we hold sacred, ambassador," The man gritted his teeth as he stared at Rui. "Unless you have sothing more?"
"I don't understand…" Rui leaned in forward as he dropped his diplomatic front for a mont. "You don't want our techniques even though it is going to help you dominate the various Martial Tribes on Vilun Island. It is a technique that will allow the G'ak'arkan Tribe to eternally engage in war with how many ever martial Tribes you wish. Furthermore, despite the solution of allowing Martial Artists working together to ensure that each technique, regardless of which side that they were on, would allow you to foster greater exchange with the techniques of both sides. Yet you seem very determined to decline my offers."
The man snorted, waving his hands.
"I don't know… because it seems to like you're rejecting our offers due to the fear of sothing else," Rui wondered, asking out loud
"What did you just say to ?" The man stood up as he towered Rui.
Rui's two diplomatic assistants shivered at that.
Yet Rui was as cool as a cucumber. He was highly certain that the Martial Senior would not do anything to him for any reason.
There were far too many friendlies in the surrounding area, for whom Rui had gotten all of them to serve as a passive shield.
Rui was too strong for a Martial Squire of his projected caliber, for F'ahru would require to exert himself far too much to kill Rui that would also cause a lot of casualties in the village. A senior-level attack is no joke.
This was, of course, a high-level attack that be far too overpowering, especially when he was a long-range martial Artist, and that ant that he could not turn act on his any towardly desire that he may have montarily been overco by the fact that Rui had chosen his tactics well.
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