The air was thick with the stench of smoke and blood as the rebellion surged to its peak. The sun had barely risen, casting an eerie red glow over the town of Mizuno as 5,000 rebels, driven by fear, anger, and Aku’s dark influence, marched toward the palace gates. The streets were alive with chaos—screams, metal clashing against metal, and the roar of flames as buildings burned.
From the palace walls, Arashi watched as the tide of rebels approached, their numbers seemingly endless. His heart sank. The samurai had fought valiantly, but they were overwhelmed. Their ranks had thinned drastically, and the palace guard, though skilled, could not hold off the sheer number of attackers.
Kyogyu, panting and bloodied from the last skirmish, approached Arashi. “There’s no end to them, Arashi. We’re losing too many men.”
Arashi clenched his fists. “We can’t let them take the palace. If they get through, Mizuno falls.”
As the rebel forces drew closer, the sound of drums echoed through the streets, and the heavy footsteps of thousands of rebels pounded the ground like a rolling thunderstorm. The rebels, armed with stolen weapons and filled with the false promises of Aku, pressed forward with reckless fury.
Daisho, standing beside Arashi, surveyed the battlefield. His face was stern, but there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes. “The samurai are our strongest defense, but even they can’t withstand this. We need to regroup.”
Arashi shook his head. “If we pull back now, they’ll breach the palace walls. This could be the last stand.”
“We have no choice,” Daisho replied, his voice heavy. “We have to protect the people inside. The palace must hold.”
Hebi, the Mizu Army commander, ran up to them, his armor dented and stained with blood. “The rebels are using ghouls as shock troops. They’re sending them to the front lines to weaken our defense before their main force hits us. The samurai are falling—fast.”
Arashi turned his gaze to the gates, where the first wave of ghouls, twisted and grotesque, hurled themselves at the remaining samurai. The clash was brutal. The samurai, outnumbered and exhausted, fought bravely, but the ghouls' dark power gave the rebels an edge.
“I’ll lead a counterattack,” Arashi said, his voice firm. “We need to take out those ghouls, or we’re finished.”
Kyogyu put a hand on Arashi’s shoulder. “I’m with you. We fight until the end.”
Daisho, though conflicted, nodded. “May the spirits guide you both.”
Arashi and Kyogyu rushed down to the battlefield, rallying the remaining samurai. The walls shook as the rebels began to breach the outer defenses. Arrows rained down from the palace towers, but for every rebel that fell, two more took their place.
“Stand your ground!” Arashi shouted to the soldiers. “This is our home! We defend it with everything we have!”
The samurai roared in response, their swords flashing as they clashed with the ghouls and rebels. Arashi’s blade was a blur as he cut through the darkness, each strike precise, each movement filled with the resolve of a warrior fighting for his people.
But the rebel numbers were too great. One by one, the samurai fell, their bodies littering the battlefield. Blood stained the palace grounds as the rebels pushed forward, cutting through the defenses with terrifying speed.
Kyogyu fought fiercely beside Arashi, but even he struggled to hold back the tide. “There’s too many of them, Arashi!” he shouted, blocking a heavy strike from a rebel swordsman.
“I know!” Arashi grunted, parrying an attack. His mind raced, searching for a solution. “We need to slow them down!”
Suddenly, a deafening crash echoed through the palace grounds as the main gate gave way under the pressure of the rebel assault. The gates splintered and fell, and the rebels surged forward, a wave of fury and destruction. Behind them, Aku stood on a raised platform, his dark magic swirling around him as he watched the chaos unfold.
“There goes the gate,” Kyogyu muttered, his face grim. “We’re out of time.”
Arashi’s heart pounded as the rebels poured into the palace courtyard, overwhelming the remaining samurai. He watched helplessly as one after another, his comrades fell, their lives extinguished in the blink of an eye.
“Fall back!” Hebi shouted from the walls. “Retreat to the inner palace!”
But there was no retreat for many. The rebels were relentless, cutting down anyone in their path. Bodies littered the courtyard, the blood of samurai mixing with the rebels as the once-proud defenders of Mizuno fell before the onslaught.
Among the fallen were friends, brothers-in-arms, warriors who had sworn to protect the town with their lives. Arashi felt each loss like a dagger in his chest, but there was no time to mourn. He and Kyogyu fought on, desperately trying to hold the line.
As the rebels pushed deeper into the palace, Arashi caught sight of Aku, standing far off, his eyes glowing with dark power. His voice rang out, filled with malice.
“This is the end of the samurai! Mizuno will fall, and I will rise as its true ruler!”
Arashi’s jaw clenched as he realized the enormity of the battle they faced. The rebels were not just after power—they were after the very soul of Mizuno. And they were winning.
With a final rally, Arashi raised his sword. “We can’t let them take everything. We fight for the heart of Mizuno!”
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Rakusei No Ken Chapter 2:Civil War Recap
AdventureThe story of a boy named Esony who wants to become a great swordsman, His parents are with him in his dream in the town of Mizuno. But in an unexpected event, a meteorite fell containing evil elements, ghouls and villains. So the town formed an army...
