Kenta Nakamura, an ordinary office worker with an extraordinary passion for construction, finds himself thrust into an unimaginable situation when a divine mistake ends his life prematurely. Struck by a bolt of lightning intended for a malevolent sp...
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The tension in the air was palpable as Kenta stood on the balcony of his grand palace, overlooking the sprawling city below. The kingdom had thrived under his rule, but he knew that peace was a fragile thing, easily shattered by the ambitions and greed of others. Rumors of an impending invasion had reached his ears, and now, as he gazed at the horizon, he could see the distant plumes of smoke rising from the borderlands.
Kenta turned and made his way to the war room, where his most trusted advisors and generals were already gathered. Ryuu and Akari, his children, stood at the head of the table, their faces grim with determination.
"Father, we've received confirmation," Ryuu began, his voice steady but filled with urgency. "The neighboring kingdom of Arion has mobilized its forces. They're marching towards our borders as we speak."
Kenta's eyes narrowed. "We cannot allow them to invade our lands. Prepare our armies. We must meet them head-on and protect our people."
The room buzzed with activity as plans were quickly laid out. Kenta's kingdom had a well-trained and disciplined military, but he knew that the coming battle would test their resolve like never before.
As the sun began to set, casting an eerie red glow over the land, Kenta donned his armor and mounted his horse. He led his army out of the city, their banners flying high, and marched towards the border. The air was thick with anticipation and the grim understanding of what was to come.
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When they reached the borderlands, Kenta's army took up defensive positions. Scouts reported that the Arion forces were closing in, and it wouldn't be long before they clashed. Kenta stood at the forefront, his sword gleaming in the fading light, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the enemy.
As night fell, the first wave of Arion soldiers emerged from the darkness, their armor glinting under the moonlight. The ground trembled beneath their feet as they advanced, their war cries echoing through the night.
Kenta raised his sword high, signaling his troops to hold their ground. The two armies collided with a deafening roar, and the battle began in earnest.
The clash of steel and the screams of the wounded filled the air. Kenta fought with all his might, his sword cutting through the enemy ranks with deadly precision. He moved with the grace and skill of a seasoned warrior, his every strike calculated and lethal.
As the battle raged on, Kenta found himself facing one of Arion's generals, a towering brute of a man with a menacing scowl. The general swung his massive axe with brutal force, aiming to cleave Kenta in two. But Kenta was quick and agile, dodging the blow and countering with a swift slash to the general's side.
The general roared in pain and anger, but Kenta pressed his advantage. With a series of precise and powerful strikes, he disarmed the general and delivered a final, fatal blow. The general fell to the ground, his lifeblood staining the earth.
