[Slokais]

King Adin III, for a brief period the name was on the tongue of thousands of those loyal to the Emirate of Mallacland. Now the boy originally known as Hamza Maroun Abdin sat in the house owned by his uncle Hassan Abdin. Yet the boy who was now 13 years old had grown from a spoiled child to a young tactician. From his private resort in Lao Sansong, he was planning his return, as his uncle had tried in the early days of the new Mallacaland. This time, he wouldn't even have to leave the peaceful resort town of Inami. Hamza watched on TV as results began to come in from Mallacland. A middle-aged Sansongian man entered the room guided by one of his servants
"Sir, Mr. Tongashi"
The man bowed to him, he was dressed in a designer shirt with a traditional floral print, a samurai sword strapped to his back.
"Are your teams in place?"
The man seemed to be taken aback by the young man's straightforward approach. A clear sign that Sansongian social norms had not taken hold.
"Yes, we made contact with the source in the elections board"
"Perfect"
"Forgive me for asking, But I normally don't give our resources to young boys, especially those who have little respect for our way of doing things, prove to me to I can give you resources to do so"
"I see...You don't explain chess moves before they are given, however, soon the people of Mallacland will come. The country is currently not living in the real world, the so-called "democratic" foreigners have placed the people in a trace, I shall wake them up by showing them how weak their dream world is"
"This is what social media does to your mind... I see your vision, however"
"Very good, now please leave"