The Legacy of Tradition
As the morning sun colored the sky with orange and pink hues, I stood amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness in my brain. Walking out outside my house to feel the fresh air of competition, breath with free and courage. Prepare for everything needed, included several buffalo that have been trained and prepared for the competition. With all the thing buffalo accessories pray for the tournament. It is a day where a tradition is deeply embedded in the culture of our village. My heart beats fast as I glance at the majestic buffalo lined up, their muscles quivering with strength and determination. We have been prepared long time as a proud becoming participant of the tournament. Arrived in the field of battle, the buffalos roar turn hit into the souls, increasing the spirit and proudness. The mud didn't stop us from fighting. Every now and then I stroke my buffalo as a symbol that we are partners in this race