Pain had arrived in front of the only sort of entrance to the castle town where there was a guard outpost where a few guards awaited. Pain tried to cross the guard's blockade to enter the town without a fuss but one of the men guarding the entrance interrupted him.
"Wait, wait!". The guard spoke.
"Is there something the matter?". Tendo asked.
"This is the road that goes to the castle, this is a restricted area. And you guys are wearing very strange attires... you look like you are up to something! therefore, you cannot enter if you're don't pass through an identity verification first ". While the guard was giving his speech an elderly couple crossed the gate without a problem.
"But they're a going through".
"Those are people who come from nearby towns to pay their taxes so they are allowed". With this statement, Pain already knew what he had to do.
"Is that so? but unfortunately I can't let you stall me any longer, I'm going through".
"What?! the scoundrels are here! Guards! huh?!". Without a moment for the guard to blink each one of the Pains had killed all the guards then, their bodies were thrown into the river's discharge channel. The guard tried to say something but he couldn't mutter the words because he was trembling in fear.
"Sorry, I believe I haven't identified myself yet have I?... know Pain!". Pain had crossed the gates into the town and the only thing that could be seen in the town's entrance was a bloody body hanging in the roof of the outpost that made anyone else that tried to enter the town run away without a second thought.
Castle town
"Work!". Shouted a soldier while whipping a group of citizens... or as the king's liked to call them, slaves. While sweating heavily, they were using their strength to lift a huge statue of the king in front of a monastery where common citizens were forced to pray for their king. "Work faster! work for lord Dong Zhuo! those who shirk their duties, beware!". the soldier once again whipped them but this time he hit them with much more strength making one of them fall of pain and exhaustion. "What did I just say!?". the man was about to whip the slave when he was sent flying from a punch from Asura making him collide with the statue's face, breaking it and inevitably killing him as well. The panic quickly spread through the crowd of slaves that didn't know what was happening and consequentially let go of the ropes that held the statue that fell and made a huge bang that alerted all the guards.
While all the other paths went to fight to quell the enemy attack, Tendo approached the group of peasants and asked them about their kingdom. "What is the exact situation that you're all living in this kingdom?" Pain asked calmly and the peasants were reluctant to answer not only because Pain's appearance intimidated them but also because they could have their tongues cut if they spoke anything. They looked at each other and came to an agreement that they would help the stranger that saved them so the one who seemed to be leading the group decided to spoke. "The King has changed!" One of the men said with a desperate voice.
"How is he any different?". Tendo asked interested in the matter.
"The look in his eyes, he swears, he is violent, and if he doesn't like you, he kills you in the spot! he went as far as kicking me, his chief counselor out to turn me into a mere slave having to work here tirelessly every day! It was like he was possessed by a demon. I don't know who you are and what is your situation but rumor has it that our late king was assassinated in a plot by Prime Minister Honest from the imperial capital and then, replaced by this demon. If it continues this way, this castle with its long history will be ruined, and our whole kingdom will be lost! the former chief counselor spoke in a very concerned tone.
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Six Paths of Reincarnation
FanfictionAs vermin are drawn to rotting corpses, so are power-hungry men drawn to weak rulers; moreover, its restless people. The greedy/corrupt humans clung desperately to the quickly dissolving corpse of the Empire. Can Pain stop the cycle of strife in a w...