Path Of War

The silence continued.

Finally, Enma spoke, "Fire Country, you say?" He couldn't see the concealed headband beneath Arthur's jacket, seemingly accepting the information without question. "They say a wise warrior knows his enemies. But do you, young one, know what you're asking of us?"

"I believe the Ōtsutsuki clan poses a threat not just to the Fire Country but to all who value peace and balance. This jungle would be a prime target for their exploitation. We can help each other."

Enma led him to the room he was in. It looked more like an office.

He leaned back in his chair, steeping his fingers in a gesture of contemplation.

"Helping each other, eh? A noble sentiment, but one that requires careful consideration. We primates live in harmony with nature, taking only what we need. We are not all capable of fighting, not in the traditional sense."

Arthur understood that although Enma wasn't dismissing him outright, he was opening a room for negotiation.

"But," Enma continued in a firm voice, "we can defend what is ours. We are strong, resourceful, and fiercely protective of our home. Tell me, young one, what role do you see yourself playing in this defense?"

Arthur met Enma's gaze head-on before answering.

"I may not be a warrior like you, but I understand the Ōtsutsuki's tactics. I can help you strategize. Perhaps, more importantly, I can learn from you and your deep connection to this land. Let us combine our strengths so that we might stand a chance."

Enma's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of learning. So he asked, "Learn from us? What exactly do you propose to learn, young one?"