It was a hundred years after the fall of the old Ryuujin Empire. The emperor was nothing but a religious figurehead, and the three shogunates of the land fought for power constantly. The three great powers are the Kazan: powerful soldiers with Rapidash cavalry, Tsuchi: center of technological innovation, and Arashi: powerful naval force of the south. The Kazan Shogunate is in control of the center of the continent, immune of Arashi attacks due to their landlocked territory. The Tsuchi Empire is in control of the northern forests of the continent, with the Great Barrier Mountain to protect them from full scale land attacks. The Arashi is in control of thousands of small islands in the south of the continent, and is in control of naval trade and warfare. The three shoguns in control were originally the emperor's best generals, but their lust for power and control led them to the destruction of the once-great Ryuujin Empire…
Battle of Barrier Mountain – 102nd Year of Struggle
These damn Tsuchis… How in the world are they able to manipulate rock and fire to create such technology?! Before I have seen these catapults, I never knew that mankind can harness a power equal that of a Pokemon. Our numbers are quickly depleting, for we were never trained to fight against something we've never seen before.
"Chris! Watch out!" I turn around to see Ace lunging towards me, tackling me to the ground. A split second after we hit the ground, a large ball of fire dashed past us. Ace and I looked at each other and I gave a nod as a thank you. We both got up and went back in formation. The generals of this battle were making us march toward the Tsuchis straight on, while bands played in the front of each unit to spread morale. In my opinion, this strategy could've been made by a Tepig. I'd be lucky if I left this battlefield alive.
Every step I take closer towards the enemy, the less Arashi samurai remained. By the time the generals signaled a charge, our numbers were halved. Nevertheless, Ace and I charged uphill toward the enemy, who also left their catapult stations and charged at us. At this moment, every civilized thought escaped my body. I let out a roar of bloodlust, as I unsheathed Murasame, my family's katana, and I began to hack away at anyone in front of me. Bodies after bodies fell to the floor, as our superior soldiers continued their uphill charge. I constantly look at Ace to see if he was okay, but it seems that he was doing better than me. The moment of glory came when we heard the Tsuchi's sign of retreat, and our men's cries of victory echoed throughout the mountain. It was finally over. I survived for now. Then, I heard it.
It was a faint sound, but it seemed as if everyone heard it. Soon, it was quiet once more, as we all listened for the sound that we just heard. Then, a dart flew past my face, barely hitting my neck. I hear a body thud behind me, and soon, we all unsheathed our swords once more. Where did the dart come from?
"Over there!" Ace screamed at the top of his lungs. He pointed at the peak of the mountain. At first, nothing was there, but when I squinted my eyes, I saw the ninja hiding behind the rocks. "CHARGE!" a samurai yelled behind me, and we all accepted the command. The ninja heard our charging cry, and he leaped out of the hiding spot with a Drapion. The Drapion began to spread toxic spikes near the peak, as the ninja prepared his kusarigama. I stopped myself from charging, for I knew how deadly Drapion poison was.
"Stop! Stop charging you fools!" Ace and I yelled at the top of our lungs, but the blood thirsty samurais kept a steady pace. When we heard the first scream of pain, we knew it was over. We sprinted downhill towards the shore, as the echo of dying samurai poisoned our ears…
"We were lucky to be alive, but everyone else could have been as well, if they had not let pride and glory get the better of themselves." I sipped my drink to signal that I have ended the story. The samurai around the campfire was left awestruck at the story, but some older men were shaking their heads.
"That's too much Tauros crap for one night, I'm out!" A veteran samurai yelled, as he got up and marched to his camp. I stared at the rest of the samurai, who also began to get up and go to sleep. They couldn't accept the truth that tomorrow, when we face the Tsuchis once more, there's a strong chance we might see the mysterious ninja again.