The March of Yukato's Army
---
The cold night air swept past as they soared above the open plains. From the skies, Yukato's army stretched like an endless black tide, moving steadily toward Kuroshin. Their torches flickered like malevolent stars in the darkness, casting eerie shadows over the land. Soldiers marched in perfect unison, their armor glinting under the moonlight. Warhorses stomped forward, carrying warriors clad in ominous cloaks, their faces hidden beneath metal masks. The banners of Yukato's army rippled against the wind, bearing his dark emblem—a blood-red sword slashing through a crescent moon.
_ _ _
Getsu narrowed his eyes, pointing toward the endless march of destruction. "Look there—that's the army."
Kaito's grip on Twilight tightened. "Their numbers are overwhelming."
Getsu assessed their pace and smirked. "They won't reach Kuroshin until tomorrow. But at this speed, we'll be there in just a few minutes."
Behind them, Kento and Rai were buried in the ancient scrolls, decoding the hidden knowledge of the legendary swords. Kaito kept a firm hand on Twilight's reins, guiding their rapid descent toward the heart of Kuroshin.
---
Arrival at Kuroshin
As they descended, the breathtaking view of Kuroshin unfolded beneath them. Unlike the approaching darkness of war, the village was alive with warmth and joy. The streets were bustling with people, their laughter filling the air. The markets overflowed with colorful fabrics, exotic spices, and fresh produce. Merchants called out their best deals, their voices blending with the rhythmic beats of traditional drums.
Children played in the open grounds, chasing each other with wooden swords, mimicking the movements of the warriors training nearby. In the center of the village, swordsmen practiced in disciplined formations, their blades flashing under the golden glow of lanterns. Sparks flew as weapons clashed, each movement precise and deadly.
Kaito exhaled in relief. "We're here."
Getsu's expression turned serious. "We must go to the Hoshikage immediately."
Ayu nodded. "His office is in the center of the village."
Rai secured the scrolls and gestured ahead. "Let's move."
---
Entering the Hoshikage's Mansion
The Hoshikage's mansion stood tall and majestic, built with ancient stone and adorned with intricate carvings of past warriors. Golden torches lined the entrance, their flames flickering softly in the evening breeze. The large wooden gates creaked open as they stepped inside, revealing a grand hallway with high ceilings and walls decorated with the history of Kuroshin.
Guards stood at attention, their hands gripping the hilts of their swords as they watched the group pass. The scent of burning incense filled the air, mixing with the faint aroma of aged parchment and candle wax.
They ascended a grand staircase leading to a massive wooden door engraved with the symbol of the Hoshikage. With a deep breath, Getsu pushed the door open.
Inside, Kagutsuchi, the Hoshikage, stood in front of a large window overlooking the village. His expression was calm yet powerful, his presence commanding respect. He turned at the sound of their entrance, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Ayu, Kaito… and who are these with you?"
Getsu stepped forward and bowed slightly. "Allow me to explain, great Hoshikage. Yukato's army is heading toward Kuroshin once again… searching for Ayu."
Kagutsuchi's eyes darkened. "Then why are you here? You should be protecting Ayu and the sword."
Getsu's voice was steady. "We are here to fight alongside you." He gestured toward the group. "Rai, Kento, and Ayu Are three of the successors of the ten legendary swords. It is their responsibility to protect others."
Kagutsuchi's lips pressed into a thin line. "Even so… we cannot defeat Yukato."
Getsu shook his head. "Do not worry. Yukato himself is not with the army. If he were coming, he wouldn't need an army."
Getsu considered this for a moment before sighing. "But his troops are still powerful. Some of his upper-ranked warriors have joined the march. We must prepare for battle."
Kagutsuchi turned sharply. "I will gather the army. We must defend the people at all costs."
---
Ayu's Moment of Reflection
Ayu remained silent, his gaze drifting toward the window. His eyes traced the lively streets of Kuroshin, the people oblivious to the danger approaching them. A deep sorrow weighed on his chest. His hands trembled slightly as old memories surfaced.
In his mind, he heard a familiar voice—his father, Hiroshi.
"Ayu, in times of hardship, you must stay strong. No matter what you face, never let fear consume you."
Ayu clenched his fists. "But Father… you were always here for me. As long as you were with me, I had no fear."
A ghostly whisper echoed in his heart. "And if I am no longer with you?"
The warmth of his father's presence faded, replaced by the chilling realization that he was gone. The village needed him now. He had no choice but to be strong.
A gentle shake on his shoulder snapped him back to reality.
Kaito's voice was firm yet concerned. "Ayu… Ayu. Sensei is calling us outside."
Ayu blinked, his vision clearing as he turned to Kaito. He took a deep breath, shoving the emotions down. "Let's go."
As they stepped out into the cool night, the weight of the battle ahead settled upon them.
War was coming.