Rakusei No Ken Chapter 2:Civil War Recap

E29: Arashi Faces 300

The sound of clashing swords and the cries of battle filled the air as the rebels surged forward. Exhausted but focused, Arashi stood at the heart of the palace courtyard. All around him, the aftermath of the intense fight reminded him of the high stakes.

Kyogyu, beside him, breathed heavily, his eyes scanning the battlefield. “We can’t hold out much longer, Arashi. There are too many of them.”

Arashi nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. His muscles ached from hours of fighting, but his spirit remained unbroken. He could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on him—his family’s legacy, the town of Mizuno, and the lives of those who depended on him. There was no room for failure.

Suddenly, the crowd of rebels parted, and a group of 300 men stood before Arashi, their leader stepping forward. He was a towering figure, his armor marked with the signs of countless battles. His eyes gleamed with determination as he raised his sword, pointing it directly at Arashi.

“So, this is the famous Arashi,” the leader sneered, his voice filled with disdain. “The so-called ‘master’ who thinks he can stop a revolution.”

Arashi’s grip on his sword tightened as he took a step forward. “If you want Mizuno, you’ll have to go through me.”

The rebel leader grinned. “Oh, we plan to.”

With a swift motion, the leader signaled his men to charge. The ground shook as the 300 rebels rushed toward Arashi, their weapons raised, their voices a unified roar of fury.

Arashi stood his ground, his mind sharpening as the enemy closed in. His father’s words echoed in his mind, a reminder of the discipline and precision that made a true samurai.

“Focus. Every strike counts.”

As the first rebel lunged at him, Arashi moved with the fluid grace of a seasoned warrior. His sword flashed through the air, disarming the attacker in one swift motion. Another rebel swung at him from the left, but Arashi ducked under the blow and retaliated with a swift move, neutralizing him.

The battle intensified. Arashi’s movements were a blur of speed and precision, each strike executed with expert accuracy. One after another, the rebels were forced back, but the sheer number of opponents was overwhelming. They surrounded him, attacking from all sides.

Kyogyu, fighting nearby, called out, “Arashi! Watch your back!”

Arashi spun just in time to block an attack aimed at him. With a powerful counterattack, he disarmed the rebel. But there was no time to rest. The next wave of attackers was already upon him.

Despite his skill, Arashi could feel his energy waning. His movements, once swift and sharp, began to slow. His body protested with each swing of his sword, and for the first time, doubt crept into his mind.

Could he really hold them off?

The rebel leader watched the fight from a distance, a cruel smile on his lips. “He’s tiring. It’s only a matter of time.”

As the 300 pressed in, surrounding Arashi in a tight circle, he took a deep breath, centering himself. He had faced impossible odds before, and he had always survived. Today would be no different.

With renewed determination, Arashi unleashed a powerful battle cry and charged into the fray. His sword moved with precision, pushing back the tide of enemies with sheer willpower.

Kyogyu, seeing Arashi’s desperate stand, fought his way toward him. “I’m with you, brother!” he shouted, defending against multiple attackers.

Side by side, Arashi and Kyogyu stood against the 300, their backs to the palace walls. Though the rebels outnumbered them, the two samurai fought with the strength of an army, refusing to give an inch.

The rebel leader, watching his men falter, scowled. “Enough of this. End it!”

With that, the leader himself charged at Arashi, his massive sword raised for a decisive strike. Arashi, sensing the danger, turned to face him, locking eyes with the towering opponent. The clash of their swords echoed across the courtyard as their blades met.

The force of the impact nearly knocked Arashi off his feet, but he held firm, pushing back against the rebel leader’s strength. The two warriors stood locked in combat, their faces inches apart.

“You can’t win,” the leader growled. “You’re only one man.”

With a surge of strength, Arashi broke free of the leader’s hold and delivered a powerful strike, forcing his opponent back. The rebel leader stumbled, unable to recover from the blow.

The remaining rebels, seeing their leader fall and the fierce resolve of the samurai, hesitated. Fear spread through their ranks, and they began to retreat, their once-overwhelming charge finally broken.

Arashi, breathing heavily and still on his feet, watched as the rebels fled. The palace had held, but at a great cost.