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Seikyo Village – A Massacre
10,000 soldiers.
Seikyo was a stronghold, known for its military might. The village was filled with warriors, trained in the art of battle. They were feared across the land.
And yet—
They fell in minutes.
The Shinsei group moved like ghosts through the battlefield, their attacks devastating. Buildings collapsed in bursts of fire and energy. Soldiers screamed as their bodies were torn apart by unseen forces.
At the center of it all stood a single man.
Tall. Cloaked in shadows. His golden eyes burned with absolute hatred.
The leader of Shinsei watched as the warriors of Seikyo rushed toward him, their swords drawn. They outnumbered him a thousand to one.
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It didn’t matter.
"Fools."
He raised his hand.
The air shattered like glass.
In an instant, the soldiers’ bodies froze mid-attack, as if reality itself had rejected them. Their eyes widened in horror.
Then—
Boom.
A single pulse of energy disintegrated them all. Their bodies vanished—erased from existence.
The remaining soldiers panicked, scrambling to escape. But the Shinsei warriors moved like specters, cutting through them without effort.
One by one, the greatest warriors of Seikyo fell.
Until nothing remained.
The village of Seikyo no longer existed.
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Tenryu Village – The Aftermath
The next morning, Raizo, Izuki, and Kenzo stood on a distant hill, overlooking what was once Seikyo Village.
It was gone.
Smoke rose from the ruins. The scent of death filled the air.
Izuki’s hands trembled. "How… how could this happen?"
Kenzo’s usual confidence was shattered. His face was pale, his fists clenched.
Raizo’s voice was quiet but firm. "This… is the power of Shinsei."
Silence fell between them.
For the first time, Izuki felt fear. He had dreamed of defeating Shinsei—but now, he understood.
They weren’t just warriors.
They were monsters.
And if he wanted to stand against them…
He would have to become something greater.
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