Chapter 5
"We were in a war," someone mumbled. The table suddenly grew quiet. Ranboo tilted his head. "We" didn't have an exact translation for Ender, so it took him a while to unravel it in his mind. "What was it like?" he asked, genuinely curious. He blamed Techno for passing his blood-thirsty traits onto him. "Bloody," he nodded, not questioning it. Most things were bloody. "Anyways," Scott intervened before the mood could be even more sombre. "Pop culture?" Ranboo threw his hands up. "Half of what you talk about I don't even understand! None of that is in End Culture!" Scott scoffed. "Ranboo, you're the one who made everyone watch Starwars! I literally crashed down from the stars!" "That is literally based on the Endera Wars! Of course I know that!" "Ranboo, I asked you about Lord of the Rings and you said, "huh?". That was basically the Nethrea 2nd war," "I didn't know!" "Techno taught you that right before I asked you! What do you mean, you didn't know!" "Okay, okay, shut up," Philza muttered, putting a spoonful of rice in his mouth. "You've had this argument like 600 times before," Both Scott and Ranboo glared at each other playfully before turning their attention to their food. "How many wars did you guys have?" The bushy-haired girl asked, shocked. Techno counted on his fingers. "6 Endera wars, 5 Nethrea wars, and 3 overworld hybrid wars. The Endera wars were like, 7000 years ago, the last Nethrea war ended when I was born, and the 3rd overworld hybrid war ended a week ago," There was silence.