Chapter 383 - Akio (1) (1/2)
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Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
A raging tempest of steps echoed endlessly as tens of thousands of footsteps rang out. An army of warriors wielded blades, possessed varying number of tails, and they pressed forward to unhesitantly sweep through the village towards the northeast.
In this sea of people, this ocean of warriors, this race of Kitsune, was a young boy with stubby legs running about with all his might. His small-sized armor and immature appearance seemed a stark contrast to his solemn expression and pitch black eyes and teeth. He seemed like a small demon coming out from hell, ready to reap away the lives of its enemies, yet at the same time, cute.
This was Akio, Akane's Brother.
Tsumi was also beside him, closely following him while pressing one hand on her chest. Her incense laid there, her mommy laid there, and she had to protect her mommy from those who wish to bring her harm - even if it meant giving up her life today.
From birth, the children of the Kitsune were trained in a regime that would put spartans in mortal tales to shame. At the age of three, they could easily slaughter a field of men of countless times their ages and do so without a single blink of an eye. The indifference and viciousness would bewilder man, and their battle experience and strategy was beyond superb.
While the village had never been attacked, it did not mean they lacked battle experience by any means. In fact, if compared to the entire Heavenly Origin Grounds, a child of three may have more combat experience than an expert of one hundred thousand years.
”Tsumi! Stay near me!” Akio spoke in his immature voice, making him seem momentarily like a battle-worn man. His tone was warm, and he looked at her with a rare form of decisiveness and caring. It was as if he was saying, ”despite me being able to see you in the future, I don't want to lose you now.”
Tsumi looked at Akio, her eyes became slightly wet and she calmly nodded. Whatever differences they had, they were much more mature than normal kids, and they understood how to read the heart of a fellow warrior clearly.
They didn't have thoughts of ”we'll definitely survive” but ”we'll definitely kill all in our paths!”
They traveled until they came upon the village's wall. The army slowly came to a stop as their gazes looked up. They saw a pitch-black, surreal-like medieval castle floating in the sky like a shadow reflected by the light of the sun. It was night but this pitch-black shadow gave off a sharp and unforgettable contrast.
”What is...that?” Akio muttered.
Elder Hiroji walked beside him, his eyes focused on the castle with a heavy expression, ”Our enemies.”
Briefly startled, Akio nodded. His gaze never left the castle.
Woom!
A throne flew out of the castle. It didn't directly exit from a door, window, or opening of any sort, but simply phased through the castle's two-dimensionally looking walls. The throne, however, was three dimensional and looked much less surreal than the castle itself. A man sat on the throne, as blackest as the blackest of nights, yet as clear as the burning sun within the sky.
He looked downwards revealing dark eyes that contrasted his black appearance as it was lighter. He smiled revealing a teeth of pearly whites so bright that it seemed to be made of jade. He wore a plate armor, with a helmet that protected his head, neck, and sides, but its facial area had an opening of a spade shape.
He clenched his armored gloved fingers causing the resounding clanking of metal sounds. Lifting up his right hand, he pointed at the people below, ”Give us The Grail!” A voice like ghosts sweeping through the air echoed. The Kitsune all had changes of expression.
However, Clan Lord Kaito took the lead, his hand wielding his naginata and pointing it directly at the figure in the throne. ”I do not know who you are or what you want, but you are not welcome! You have a few moments of time before we, the Kitsune, make this place your burial ground! Do not be reckless!!” He shouted valiantly like a commander of the skies and heavens.
A cold smile formed on the black figure's face as he eerily chuckled as if expecting this result. ”Then…” his voice trailed off for a bit, lingering in everyone's heart causing it to beat slightly faster, ”Die!!!”
No more negotiations or words were spoken between leaders.
The man in the throne raised his hand and then drove it towards the Kitsune army of tens of thousands. A bugle seemed to sound from nowhere, echoing everywhere yet nowhere, but it suffused a sense of dread in the Kitsune.