{Scene shifts to the present}
Orimo leaned back, his voice low.
"Man… the history is insane. It's been going on since the Void Century. That was… interesting to hear."
Ryuki nodded, eyes distant.
"I won't blame anyone. That's just how the world is."
The old man's gaze remained sharp, his voice heavy.
"That's not the end."
{Scene shifts back to the past timeline}
Generations passed, and for a while, peace settled over Emka. The Takeda clan ruled, and the people thrived under their guidance.
Then, one night, everything shattered.
The four great samurai clans, along with the civilians, were attacked without warning. From the darkness, the ex-king of Emka — Arashi Takeda — emerged. His sword gleamed like liquid fire.
Houses ignited in blazing infernos. Screams pierced the night as children, daughters, wives, sons, husbands, and soldiers fell before his blade. Smoke curled toward the stars, the scent of burning timber and flesh filling the air. The island trembled under the chaos.
It seemed as if all of Emka would burn.
Then, from the shadows, a figure emerged — Ryujin Hibuko. The last remnant of the Hibuko legacy. His eyes burned with unwavering resolve.
With precise, fluid movements, he confronted Arashi Takeda, cutting through the chaos, deflecting the tyrant's fury, and saving those who had no hope. His presence turned the tide, a beacon in the inferno.
When the dawn came, the tyrant had fallen. Arashi Takeda was executed, and Emka finally found peace again.
Ryujin Hibuko rose as the new ruler. To outsiders, he would be known as Morgan Tarek — a silent guardian, the last echo of the Hibuko legacy.