It took no longer than a couple decades for the war to be over. Seishin had trained a small army of high content pure bloods in their ways of fighting and them and their small brigade had all but destroyed the cyborgs plantation. Machines ruined, enhancement limbs melted, building scrapped, nothing was left but a few cyborgs by the end of the war. They had no choice but to retreat. Not just out of the Garden, but off our planet altogether.

 

Then our hero melted into the background. They turned into a lore, and their teachings were spread by their pure blooded warriors. The warrior’s way of fighting caught on amongst the remaining tribes as the Foxfires tried to pick up the pieces of their broken tribes, many of the gods having had their mortal bodies slain in the process. Soon enough, we gave up the idea of resuming our old broken up tribes and instead became the one single tribe you are a part of now. The Senshi Tribe.