Don't Die, Revolution!

Lubbock

"I'd realized it long ago, my family, which was meant to serve to protect this Empire, had grown less powerful as time went on, and for me, my inability to produce an heir made me think that, eventually, I would have to eradicate everyone who is in power currently, in order to truly protect this Empire.

However, I alone couldn't possibly fight against Honest, and all of the people under his control, but I also refuse to ally myself with enemies of the Empire, because that would go against what my father, and his father and so forth pledged."

"So that's why you decided on me, someone with no such restrictions."

"Yes... I'm afraid, I will inevitably die, serving as a puppet of the Empire, but I don't want to die to rebels, or the Empire, or of old age, so what do I do? ...simple, an apprentice. Whether it be off of dumb luck or pure skill, if my successor could manage to kill me, then I could pass on with no regrets."

"I see, so then the reason you're telling me this is because..."

"Eventually,  and I suspect soon, you will kill me, or rather, we will fight, because you would choose to oppose me, or aid another, it's all irrelevant, if you could kill me at that one moment where we fight for real, and you are the victor, then my legacy I leave to you."

"I understand."

"However, it goes without saying, if I am the victor, then you are no longer a part of this world."

"But if I win, then the only person who can control me."

"Theoretically, it's yourself, you will be given orders to follow, but you get the final say, the only rules you must abide to are the ones that the original Great General wrote, which I keep in my room."

A noise alerted them that others were nearby, and they changed their tune.

"Aha! You're training sure is rough, sir, I'm surprised I could keep up at all."

"Hmph, you don't look as tired today, take a week long break, once the week is over, we'll triple the training!"

"Triple!?"

...

Syura, Lubbock and a torture master were all in one of the torture rooms, Lubbock suspended midair as his hands were chained to the ceiling.

Syura slammed his fist into Lubbock's face. "Come on! You'd better start talking bucko!" He shouted giddily, wailing punch after punch on Lubbock's already bruised and battered body. "Punching people to death nice and slowly is my forte!"

Syura hit Lubbock hard in the stomach, and he spat out blood, Syura stopping for a moment.

"Come on, spill it! Where's Night Raid's hideout, and who are the members!? What Teigu are they hiding!?" He asked, grinning.

Lubbock smirked. "I don't, know, anything."

Syura grinned as well. "Nice, still holding out, even with your life in the balance. Such a man." He commented, grabbing onto some big metal pliers, and holding them out. "Maybe if I crushed one of your balls, you'd be more cooperative." He stated dangerously.

Lubbock's eyes widened in fear.

"Okay, here we go~"

A sickening crunch echoed around the room, before Lubbock screamed in utter pain. "GYYAAAAGH!"

He felt himself drift to darkness, but Syura seemed to notice this.

"Aaw, he's getting tired, bring some water!"

Lubbock coughed as frigid cold water was splashed into his face, waking him.

"Man, he's a tough nut to crack." Syura commented, he brought a hand up to scratch behind his head. "If you'd just tell us where Night Raid is, I'd spare your life, I'd make you my disciple, y'know you can still live with one testicle?"