Bodies dropped.
Silence followed.
Kaoru lowered his blade, breath steady, eyes glowing with bloodlust.
"Look," he said coldly.
"Seven hundred samurai… easily defeated."
Narration:
Kaoru Hibuko — The Crimson Tempest.
Wielder of the mythical sword Akai Tsubasa, the Red Wings — a blade capable of cutting not only flesh, but the very energy within an opponent.
Ranked among the greatest warriors of the Hibuko line, surpassed only by Hiroto Hibuko and Yami Hibuko.
Threat Level: Beyond Mythical Class Swordsman.
He stood over the mountain of slashed bodies, the crimson cloak fluttering in the violent wind.
A grin curled across his face.
"That's how I like my slaves."
Ashura slowly pushed himself back to his feet.
Eruma Sansa wiped the blood from his mouth and chuckled.
"That's not enough."
Taren Touka rose as well, tightening his grip.
"Eruma is right."
Kaoru's smile widened into something savage.
"I love nothing more than putting my slaves under my blade."
They rushed him together.
Ashura lunged first, sword raised as he leapt into the sky.
"Judgement Step!"
Eruma streaked forward, mid-swing, eyes blazing.
"I'll show you hell now!"
Taren Touka spun, his blade igniting with burning air pressure.
"Blazing Tempest!"
All three attacks converged on Kaoru.
Ashura descended with a slash faster than lightning — THUD!
Kaoru blocked it effortlessly, sword raised in one hand.
Eruma appeared at Kaoru's flank.
"That's game over—"
But Kaoru vanished in a blur.
Ashura's downward strike instead tore into Eruma — BOOM!
Before anyone could recover—
SWISH!
Taren's spinning slash connected, cutting across Kaoru's side.
Kaoru staggered backward, blood spraying.
He grinned through the pain.
"Do you… need something?" he murmured.
Above them, the sky cracked open.
THUNDER tore across the heavens, crashing into the island.
Lightning struck buildings, flames erupting across rooftops.
The world shook as if the storm itself had joined the fight.