The Tale of the Silent Masters

by ATK1734

ONE-SHOT. After a long and brutal war, a small town has fallen under the despotic rule of a treasonous band of samurai. Desperate, a band of powerful Pokémon Masters are sent in to take it back. Rated M for: strong language, intense violence, and gore.

I do not own Pokémon or any characters featured within this project.Pokémon is owned by The Pokémon Company (Creatures, GameFreak, and Nintendo), Satoshi Tajiri and Ken Sugimori. Please support all official releases.

All was quiet and dark, the song of chirping Kricketune danced ephemerally off of the brisk night air. A large, autumn moon cast its silvery-blue light down upon the sleeping city, where a pair of Rattata raced each other across the rooftops in a game of tag, their little claws scraping across the tiles. However, the picturesque scene was broken by the figure of a young woman, barely into her twenties, with honey-blonde hair and the creme-colored cat-like fox beside her, taking deep, slow breaths of the cool air; a candle flickered restlessly on the table, illuminating the lonely room.

As she gazed, meditatively, out onto the yard, the moonlight illuminating the quiet town. A small sigh escaped her, sleep still eluding her, hardly able to believe that it had been five years since the end of the war. These days of peace seemed an odd change from the violence of the Revolution…

The Revolution, as it had come to be known. A period of politics and, seemingly endless, bloodshed. You see, with the sudden, rapid shift of westernization that came when Commodore Perry landed on our shores, many of our countrymen had feared the influence of Western power. However, there were many who believed that the Bakufu were holding our country back and that it was time to restore the Emperor to his rightful, ruling place.

Thus, a terrible war broke out; many patriots fought valiantly, but many had begun to lose heart many months into the war…especially with the violence displayed at the Battle of Toba-Fushimi. Though young, Lord Kogoro Katsura, the son of a prominent Daimyo, took leadership of the loyalist forces and helped bring the war to a decisive end. With the Emperor now in his proper place in the capital, the young Daimyo had remained by his side for these last three years to assist in the reconstruction of our country.

Though he advised the Emperor to grant clemency to many of the Bakufu, it would have also been unwise to allow them to retain such power and influence within the country. Thus, the Emperor had decreed that anyone who formally renounced their titles and lands to the empire

would be allowed special privileges within the new government. Lord Katsura was one of the many feudal lords that had renounced their title of Daimyo and pledged undying loyalty to the Emperor. In exchange, he had been named a Minister within the Emperor's cabinet and granted governorship of my lands, acting as a vassal to the Emperor. Though some samurai had willingly given up their status in favor of high-ranking positions within the new Imperial Army, many did not and thought the offer insulting. This had led to an outbreak of dissent and chaos within the country as many, masterless, samurai had devolved into banditry and continued to terrorize the fragile stability they had built.

As for the young woman, she came from a low-ranking samurai family, though her father had developed a relatively good relationship with Lord Katsura prior to the Revolution. When the time came to marshal an army, her father had agreed to pledge the support of an additional two thousand troops and a steady supply of rice, but only if he could marry his daughter into prominence. Thus, I had been married to a young samurai of great renown, a young man that I had never seen before our wedding day. Our marriage had taken place shortly before my husband had been called away to the capital and, though it was primarily political, the two of us got along well enough that we were willing to try and make it work on our terms.

A gentle sound stole her attention and a smile crept across her face as she stared at the small brown haired boy and the tiny mouse Pokémon, both cuddled together and fast asleep. The last gifts her husband had given her before…

Sylveon nuzzled her arm as the woman wiped the tears from her blue eyes, her mind settling on thoughts of her husband and his closest friends and allies during the war. Though none were from particularly affluent or important families, the courage and dedication they showed was inspired, not only to the others in loyalist forces. They had built a fierce reputation during the bloodiest days of the war, however, when their services were no longer needed, they had been simply discarded. The young woman had always been troubled by this and glared down upon the dancing flames, her mind had settled upon the proper course of action.

Standing so suddenly that Sylveon jumped, she moved over to a nearby cupboard, silently withdrawing an inkstone and some parchment. Positioning the candle so that she had a perfect view of the paper before me, the woman dipped her brush into the ink and began to write.

On 4th June, 1868, seven of the most extraordinary young men went into their final battle. Personally trained and commanded by Lord Katsura himself, they served in some of the most brutal battles of the war. They saw and did things that boys their age had no business being a part of. In these intermittent years since the war ended, I feel it my obligation to express the loyalty and sacrifice these young warriors demonstrated to us all. It is my solemn duty to tell: The Tale of the Silent Masters.

~o Autumn – 1872 o~

The Toshira Valley. A lush, green expanse of vast farm fields and rice paddies, with a mighty river cutting through it all, a thousand sparkles dancing gleefully across its rapids.

In the center of this great valley was Kurofune, a beautiful city tucked away deep into the far side of the valley. With its strong outer gate, natural fortifications from the high, mountainous walls of the valley around it, and a steady supply of water from the mountains, the city had been built with warfare in mind. Not only had the city withstood centuries of the warring states era, but had become a bastion for many civilians throughout the Revolution. However, in recent weeks a small gang of bandits had run the people out of their homes.

Standing on a hill, overlooking the overtaken city, stood a group of seven men, each distinguished by the colorful coats that they wore. The signature of their order.

The first, standing at the forefront of the group, was Reddō, a brown-haired young man, clad in a fiery-red coat that matched his eyes, which burned with a fierce determination and focus. Atop his shoulder, the Pikachu's cheeks crackled from fresh electrical discharge. Next to him was Hibiki, a dark-haired young man in a canary yellow coat, with his trusted Typhlosion at his side. Staring at the city with equal intensity to his commander, Yūki's deep, emerald coat flowed in the wind; he scratched the ears of his Mightyena in an almost soothing manner. Unlike his comrades, dressed in dark colors, Kōki's bright, pearly coat seemed to light up the world around him and his partner, a bipedal jackal. The red crocodile Pokémon drooled as it stared down the city menacingly; Touya, his partner, stood in a jet-black coat with a patient expression. The sixth was Calme, a dark-haired young man clad in a deep, navy-blue, and had deep purple circles under his eyes. A third weapon, an English Broadsword, was strapped across his back by way of a black sash with a beautiful swirling purple pattern. Finally, a thin young man with a head of fiery red hair stood in a coat of deep, royal purple. The hooded, ghostly owl next to Ryūto, both with an almost serene calm about them.

Looking towards his brothers, wordlessly, Reddō nodded. They moved as swiftly as shadows in the night as they infiltrated the town. As they bobbed and weaved through the various alleyways and buildings, a great thrill surged through the young man's adrenaline-soaked mind. What was it…fear?

Having fought and survived the Battle of Toba-Fushimi, his instincts were ablaze at the lack of resistance. But Katsura's spies had informed them that only thirty or so bandits had even attacked the town and logic said that they would hole up in the most fortifiable position…

Shoshidai Castle. A beautiful, five-story structure of wood and stone. The focal point of the city and optimal fortress for any invader. Hibiki and Kōki led them through the courtyard and into the main entrance, their sandals creaking against the wonderfully polished hardwood floors.

As they marched up the numerous stairs, Reddō noticed the tiny electric mouse on his shoulder, sitting with his ears lying flat. As the young warrior gave his partner a small scratch behind the ears, a cold bead of sweat trickled down his back. Something wasn't right. The town being lightly, if at all, guarded was one thing…but he had expected to encounter someone by now.

Following his brother's lead, Reddō could see their own confused looks; for a moment only, the fiery eyed young man's gaze met with Yūki's silver and the two of them exchanged disconcerted looks. The castle tower was deathly quiet but even then, he could tell that they both felt like they were being watched.

However, as they neared the top of the tower, Reddō could feel the relief expel from his lungs at the sound of drunken laughter. Pushing their way up to the top floor, the sound became more prevalent and, even then, he could sense the excitement welling up among them, breaking the tension as spring breaks the last of winter's pale grasp. Rounding the final set of stairs, the seven young warriors and their partners found themselves outside a large door.

Instinct took over as Reddō held up his arm, silently instructing his comrades to take flanking positions on either side. Planting his back firmly against the wall, a small grin cracking his lips as Pikachu, from atop his shoulder, even mimicked the action, the fiery-eyed young man watched as Touya opened the door just a hair.

Immediately they were met with the sound of laughter and the clinking of sake bottles; however, the brown-haired samurai kept his gaze focused, his lips moving soundlessly as he counted. After a moment, Touya turned towards his leader and flashed his hand twice: once with five fingers and the second with three.

Only eight?! This was ridiculous, thought Reddō, his brain working quickly. This didn't make any sense. How could Katsura's intelligence be so vastly inaccurate?

Turning back towards Touya, he gestured towards his sword. A surge of relief shot through him as the man nodded. However, as he gestured towards the Pokémon, Reddō's dumbfounded gaze turned towards Yūki's again as their brown-haired brother shook his head.

Eight men, all armed, but with no Pokémon to assist them; something was very wrong here.

Pulling away from the wall, Reddō threw out his arm as his brothers moved to follow. Turning so that they could all see he began to gesture with his hands. First, pointing towards himself, he began to swing his index and middle fingers back and forth in a walking position, before wagging his wrist forward, indicating that he would go in alone. But as his brothers all shot him mutinous glares, he held up a pacifying hand. Gesturing to either side of him, he pointed to his ear before repeating the forward wagging of his wrist. Extending his pointer finger, he began to move it in a swirling motion before retracting it back into a fist, before finally bringing down his elbow with a convicting motion.

Though their dubious expressions did not fade from their faces, all of them nodded in agreement; Reddō returned the nod. It wasn't a good plan. In fact, if anyone other than himself had suggested it, he would have dismissed it as reckless. But the unassailable fact of the matter was that they truly didn't know what to expect beyond those doors. This way, at the very least, they could get that information while being safely supported from the rear. If any of them were to fall for something, he would sooner it be him than his brothers.

After a look at his partner (Pikachu gave a determined nod, electric sparks flying from his cheeks), Reddō placed a hand on his belt and moved towards the door.

As the door slid open, bathing him in light, all sound seemed to fall away in that moment. True enough, there were eight people in the room: three to his left, tending to the fireplace, and two to his right who lounged with a tiny bottle of sake. However, sitting against the far wall, sat a boy and girl not much older than himself, both were blond, though the boy gazed at him with dark red-eyes, while the girl was a penetrating blue. Sitting between them, was a man holding a steaming cup of tea, his straight-backed posture poised with dignity.

While the others were clad in dirty or tattered kimonos, his clothes were distinctly western: clad in a grey uniform, though his shoulders were covered in a blood-red cloak. A curtain of bluish hair fell before his finely groomed face. Reddō kept his face as stoney as ever as he moved towards the center of the room. However, as his fiery red met with his enemy's sharp green eyes, the young samurai felt as if he were being appraised.

"Good evening" said the man courteously, his smile not reflecting the murderous gazes of his seven comrades "I am Itagaki Takuto. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Reddō gave no acknowledgement towards the long-haired man, his eyes sweeping the room. However, he was quite pleased to see that every man reaching for his sword kept their eyes fixated on the little electric mouse, sitting calmly on the young samurai's shoulder.

"Master Takuto" grunted the red-eyed blond, who began to reach for the sword tucked into his belt. However, the blue-haired man quietly refilled his teacup, scooping it up with a mild expression on his face.

"See to our guest's entertainment."

The words were all that were apparently needed as the five men surrounding him rose to their feet, their weapons glinting menacingly in against the firelight. Instinctively, Reddō widened his stance, rooting him to the spot, and he waited patiently for them to make the first move.

He did not have to wait long as a shrill battle cry rose from behind. The man on his right charged, his sword poised to strike. However, he'd anticipated the move and shifted his hips so that the attack sailed past harmlessly. Seizing his wrists, Reddō guided his wayward blade upward and caught the crashing weapon sneaking from behind. Rearing back his left, Reddō drove his foot hard into his assailant's chin, who staggered away with a grunt of pain.

Another shout stole his attention as the man to his right ran forth, his sword aloft. Shifting the weight on his hips, Reddō threw away his captive, tightly gripping the sword at his belt and parried the attack. Using the momentum of the swing, Reddō's sword struck true on his original attacker, slashing deep against the collarbone. As he fell away in a geyser of red, Reddō's fingers tightened around the handle of his enemy's sword and, as he fell away, he shifted momentum to his hips, holding out his leg for stability, and drove the sword upward and buried a solid inch of steel into enemy flesh! Pulling back his shoulder, Reddō kept the blade going: into the hip, across the torso, through the collarbone, before exiting out the shoulder. The man collapsed to the ground, showering Reddō with his blood.

A loud cry reached him as his assailant leapt back into the fray. Flipping his sword so that it sat properly in his hand, Reddō parried with his left. Just then, the two remaining men rushed to their comrade's aid, swinging their swords viciously. As he blocked them with his right, Reddō's assailant attacked yet again.

For a few moments, there was nothing save for the furious sounds of fighting. Extending both of my arms, Reddō caught two of them in a fierce grapple; but he had left himself exposed and could only watch as the third swung wide at his head! Thinking quickly, Reddō shifted his weight into his shoulders, sending his captives into the ground, and the sword swung narrowly over. His attack was too strong for his stance and he exposed his back! Taking advantage of the lack of foresight, Reddō planted his foot into the small of his back and pushed with all of his strength, watching as he stumbled and collapsed onto the floor.

However, the two men used the momentary distraction against him and began their attacks again; it was all Reddō could do to parry their vicious strikes. However, when the man to his right struck at his foot, the fiery-eyed grandmaster found an opening to retaliate and kicked fiercely onto his enemy's knee. The man screamed as the bone snapped and he crashed to the ground with his leg sticking out at an awkward angle. Curling his arm around his neck, Reddō pulled with all his strength and felt the sickening 'crack'! He flung him to the side and he hit the ground with a thud of finality. Turning his attention back upon my current attacker, he raised his blade atop his head and brought it crashing down; but Reddō was ready for the attack and shot out his left, catching the blade easily. Twisting on his hips, he was, again, showered in gore as he dragged his blade across the man's belly and caught himself on his knee as his enemy hit the dirt next to him.

For a fleeting moment, all was calm; the only thing that filled Reddō's ears was the sound of his own heavy breaths. However, he took a steadying breath, easing the air out of his nostrils as he refocused himself as the sound of footfalls rapidly approached from behind! Pushing off with his right, Reddō flung himself around and caught the ambushing blade in a vice-grip of swords. Pushing onto his feet, there was a dull pressure in Reddō's left foot as it stomped viciously onto the three weapons and wrenched the sword from his enemy's grip!

The disarmed bandit glanced from his empty hands, to his fearsome opponent, his knees wobbling treacherously. Without a moment's hesitation, the man tucked tail and bolted towards the door.

Flipping his stolen sword so that it sat reverse in his hand, Reddō reared back his shoulder and threw with all of his might. His aim proved true as it pierced through the back, severing the spine, and dropping the last of the five. A pool of blood oozing onto the floor beneath him.

Switching it to his proper hand, Reddō whipped his sword through the air, sending the blood flying onto the ground. Turning his gaze back towards the remaining three, he found two pairs of eyes staring at him in total shock. However, the young blond with Red-eyes recovered first and tapped his shoulder with his sword with a malevolent chuckle.

"Not bad! Maybe you are as good as the rumors say."

"However," crooned Blue-Eyes with a flourishing draw of her weapon "We were made specifically for felling ninja of the Oniwabanshu. Killing a few lackey samurai is a simple task."

Reddō adjusted his footing with a forward step, turning to face them fully, and placed a challenging hand on his belt, gripping his sword tightly.

"So eager" guffawed Red-Eyes smugly, leaping to his feet "then let's just see how good you really are!"

Red-Eyes and Blue-Eyes charged simultaneously, each taking a flanking position; the boy was holding his sword at his side and the girl over her head. Reddō could only watch, standing his ground patiently. Red-Eyes had longer legs and would reach his quickest; however, Blue-Eyes would have the stronger attack. Reddō could feel the grin form on his face.

CRASH!

Red-Eyes threw forth his blade in a powerful lunge but found it caught in the hilt of the Silent Masters wakizashi, thrown forward just enough to counter and redirect the attack, leaving his enemy open and vulnerable. Wheeling his sword around his head, Reddō brought it crashing down, tearing through flesh and sinew. The two, fiery-eyed young men locked eyes for a moment, and though his enemy's look of shock was the last his face ever made before vanishing in a mist of blood. Ducking low and shifting his hips to the right, Reddō used the momentum of the attack to catch Blue-Eyes before her sword had a chance to come over her head. He tore his weapon through her torso, spilling blood and gore onto the polished wood, her equally surprised expression spewed blood from her mouth before collapsing lamely beside her comrade.

As the young samurai leader stood over the seven, bloodied corpses, he turned his gaze back towards the man at the front of the room. However, Itagaki Takuto had not made any other movement than to sip his tea, completely unfazed by the sudden and brutal killings of his own men. As the cup parted from his lips, a gentle chortle rose from the man and Reddō could feel his grasp on his sword tighten as his eyes narrowed towards him.

Either he had ice in his blood or he knew something that Reddō didn't.

"Amusing" said Takuto as he placed down his tea, turning his poisonous green eyes back upon him "I am pleased to see that the talents of the Silent Masters were no exaggeration."

He set his cup to the side before turning his eyes fully upon Reddō, placing a thoughtful finger to his (still smiling) face, sending a shiver coursing through the stony-faced young man. However, before he could ponder the situation further, a loud battle cry erupted from behind! Turning on his right, holding his sword at the ready, he was in time to catch sight of another young man, the same age as the blond duo, dark haired and with angry purple eyes. Lifting his weapon upright and gripping the base of the blade tightly with his left, he charged yelling loudly.

However, Reddō refused to give him any room to move! He charged forward and, with a push of his left, leapt forward and jabbed his blade into the center of Purple-Eyes chest!

His enemy stared in shock. But Reddō could hardly blame him; the attack wasn't deep enough to be lethal, but did exactly what it was supposed to as Purple-Eyes staggered! Planting his feet and grounding the attack, Reddō swiped his blade four times, striking each of the nine natural targets. As the final strike connected, Purple-Eyes gave a sound close to Herk, ble-ag, before collapsing to the ground in a burst of gore.

Taking second to swipe the blood from his blade, the fiery-eyed samurai gave the three young warriors a mingled look of pity. However, he did not have much time to ponder their demise. Turning back towards the long-haired man, Reddō found himself, again, perturbed by the man's icily cool reception of death. The placid, appraising smile still upon his face as the two men stared each other down. Almost as though he could read his mind, Takuto spoke again in his taunting tone

"I can see the wheels turning behind that façade that you wear. Who is this man? How does he know the things that he knows? And why is he so calm in the face of such a renowned band of warriors? The answer is that I know your efforts are utterly futile."

Immediately Reddō could feel his training crack for a moment as his eyes widened in that instant. This man knew who he was and that he wasn't alone! How though? And what did he mean?

Reddō was shaken out of his ominous thoughts as Takuto chuckled maliciously "You didn't seriously think I wasn't expecting you? That I wasn't prepared for this exact moment? Maybe Katsura's intelligence wasn't as solid as he thought."

At the mere mention of his lord's name, suddenly everything made sense to Reddō, who could feel the static causing his hair to stand up on end. The reason that they had encountered no resistance and how calmly their enemy had met them…

…this was a trap!

Suddenly the doors to either side of him flew open and Reddō watched in a moment of horror as dozens of men and Pokémon came pouring out into the room! All of them were roaring with anticipation and their weapons held at the ready.

Taking his sword in both hands, Reddō lifted it so that it lay horizontal to his chest.

CLANG!

A violent pressure scorched through his wrists as several men came smashing into his defensive position. However, the polished hardwood floors offered little in the way of traction and he could feel his footing begin to slip. Just then, there was a tiny pressure against his right shoulder and Reddō could feel his partner leaping into the air!

"PIKAAA! PI-KA!"

Pikachu gave a mighty cry as its body burned in a flaming white aura. As his little form began to flicker, the men attacking Reddō let out cries of surprise and pain as tiny after-images began to skip across their bodies, whacking at their heads with the full force of the electric mouse's weight! Slowly the pressure began to alleviate before all of them collapsed, unconscious to the floor.

Smiling at his partner as he touched back down, Reddō became acutely aware of an enormous shadow beginning to envelope him! Battle impulse gave him enough time to react and, bending his knees, he threw himself to the left as a vicious war cry rang across his ears. Rolling from my shoulder and quickly raising back to my feet, Reddō and Pikachu trained their gaze back onto the behemoth of a man, easily seven feet tall, his head shrouded by a metal mask began to lift the gigantic cudgel that smashed into the ground where they had once been.

As their large foe raised his weapon to strike at them again, a violent CLANG rang throughout the room as he brought it crashing down! Confusion lit up the man's face, but relief immediately swept through Reddō as the ghostly blade of Aegislash slid from between the man's legs and caught his crashing weapon. Pushing off with one of its sash-like arms, the ghost Pokémon flung his enemies weapon upward, sending the man into a wide stagger.

Just then, an agonizing shriek of pain escaped from the large man and Reddō watched as his brothers came rushing to his aid. Calme's blade flashed and dropped the large man's arm to the ground, cut off at the elbow! Watching as he ducked low, out of the way of the man's backhand swing, Reddō saw the youngest of them placing the edge of his steel against the back of the large man's knee and severing the tendons in a geyser of blood.

As their enemy crashed to the ground, Kōki leapt into action and met him, catching the large man at the throat, skewering him on his waiting blade. The silver samurai withdrew his weapon at lightning speed, only for Yūki's weapon, gleaming in the firelight, came crashing down and the large man's body collapsed to the ground in a heap, his severed head rolling away.

Turning his gaze forward, he watched as Decidueye pulled back on his ghostly bowstring and let fly an arrow of purplish energy. It connected with Reddō's chest, but he felt no pain, only a sweeping cold that flooded his chest as it phased right through him! There was a yelp of surprise from behind and Reddō turned to find a Weavile, its razor-sharp claws poised to attack, was thrown backward, the arrow materializing at last to pierce its own body and pin it to the far wall!

Ryūto, in the meantime, had garnered the attention of another samurai, who charged towards him. Leaping upward and kicking off of the wall, Reddō watched as his comrade brought his overhead blade crashing down, parting the unsuspecting warrior's head in a gory rain.

As fiery eyes swept across his comrades, the closest friends he had ever known, it became clear to Reddō what they had to do. They were outnumbered, deep with enemy territory, and with no hope of victory. They would have to run for it!

Pushing into a run, Reddō led his team out the door they had come from! However, a buzzing noise from above stole his attention and the young warrior threw up his sword!

CLANG!

The crashing blades of a Scyther bore down on Reddō's sword, glaring evilly at him as more descended from the rafters! However, a loud grunt roared from below and the two opponents looked down simultaneously as the black and cream fur Hibiki's Typhlosion rose up between them, driving its skull into the Bug Pokémon's gut! However, an intense heat began to issue from the Fire-type's body and Reddō had only just enough time to fling himself and Pikachu backward as it burst into flames. Leaping into the air and tucking into a rolling motion, they watched as Typhlosion streaked through the air, catching the charging Scyther in his way, and then smashing meteorically into the floor below!

The way before them now clear, the seven samurai and their Pokémon partner's ran for it! Reddō holding the pommel of his weapon upward, deflecting any opposing sword, before fluidly dragging the weapon across enemy flesh! Immediately he was struck by the sheer number that continued to pour out in front of them, so perfectly hidden amongst the architecture. Had Itagaki Takuto known that they would attempt to flee?

His question was soon answered as they reached the bottom of the third-floor staircase. Vaulting over the side railing, Reddō ducked out of the way of the blade crashing towards his head; rearing back his arm, he drove his fist deep into his opponent's check, sending him crashing to the floor.

A loud cry of pain stole his attention; spinning quickly, he found to his horror that Hibiki was lying prone on the ground, clutching at his leg. Moving past his brothers, who were locked in combat, he grabbed Hibiki by the shoulders and dragged him backward. Looking towards his wounded leg, Reddō blanched slightly at the sight of the ominous red streaks extending up the length; a light purple fluid oozed from the tiny puncture wound on the bottom of his sandal.

Toxic Spikes. Itagaki Takuto knew they would attempt to escape and set the perfect trap for them!

Seizing his arm, Reddō attempted to pull his younger comrade up over his shoulder. However, Hibiki shoved him away, pride allowing him to push past the pain; the fiery-eyed warrior regarded his brother with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, but nodded.

Another shout stole the young grandmaster's attention as another man came charging towards, holding a sword aloft. However, a streak of emerald flashed in the corner of his eye, and he watched as Yūki charged forward. Twisting his hips, their silver-haired brother spun like a deadly top and swung his right wide. The charging man slowed to a crawl before collapsing as a bloodied heap onto the floor, clutching at his slashed throat.

Following his lead, Reddō continued moving, stopping every now and again to make sure that Hibiki was still limping along. Touya and Calme led the way, working in tandem with their Pokémon as they battled through wave after wave of bandits.

THWANG!

A shrill whistling cut across the air and sailed passed his ear, barely grazing the side of the young grandmaster's head. There was a great shout of pain and Reddō felt himself freeze on the spot!

Time appeared to slow to a crawl, all of the Silent Masters turning on the spot, and watched as Hibiki staggered backward; a long, feathery arrow jutting out of his shoulder! For a moment the young samurai was rooted to the spot, his chest heaving. However, as another warrior came flying down the stairs, the golden-clad young man threw himself forward, masterfully parrying his enemy's attack before jabbing his blade deep into his attacker's belly.

THWANG! THWANG!

Typhlosion roared loudly as two more arrows sailed through the air, burying themselves deep into its shoulders. Reddō turned sharply, catching sight of a masked man with short hair, holding a bow in his left arm. However, as soon as the two made eye contact, he bolted down the stairs. There was another loud roar and Reddō watched as Hibiki and Typhlosion took off after their assailant, the former limping as he moved.

Catching eyes with Yūki, the pair exchanged horrified looks as more screams issued from downstairs. Pushing off into a run, the remaining Silent Masters chased after their brother, Reddō doing his best to drown out the sounds of arrows piercing flesh as they moved. Making their way out into the main courtyard, the fiery-eyed samurai was just in time to watch as Hibiki collapsed, a long wooden shaft protruding just above the hip. Gazing towards the gate, he could see the masked archer notching another arrow in his bow.

Typhlosion, looking very much like a pincushion with all of the arrows in its back, radiated heat as it charged again. However, a frog-like Pokémon swiftly leapt from the darkness and flung forth something icy-blue, throwing the Fire-type backward as its body erupted into steam! Reddō could only watch as Typhlosion pushed itself weakly back onto its feet, its dark eyes gazing at his wounded partner. There was another loud whizzing sound and the fiery-eyed samurai's eyes widened in horror as another arrow pierced the Fire-type's neck, pinning it to the ground. Pikachu let out a sorrowful cry as Typhlosion's eyes glazed over in death.

Hibiki let out a massive, anguished scream, pushing to his feet and holding his sword over his head. The masked archer raised his weapon again and fired; the golden-clad samurai bucked as the arrow struck home, burying itself deep into his chest. The silent masters stared in horror as their brother stood stock still, his body shaking with agonizing pain. Slowly, his fingers unfurled, the leathery handle of his sword slipping from his grasp. He crumpled to the ground and did not move again.

Terror and shock flooded through Reddō like a river. He could not believe it…he would not believe it, Hibiki could not be dead! The archer stood before them, a gloating grin upon his face; his Greninja stood next to him, straight backed and cross armed. Immediately, Reddō could feel the wellspring of hatred and rage at the merest sight of them! Gripping the leathery handle of his sword so tightly that he was unsure if he would ever be able to let it go again, the fiery-eyed samurai began to move, feeling slowly returning to his legs as he moved from a genial pace to a flat out run!

THWANG! WHOOSH!

Together, their enemies let fly another arrow and a spinning star of pure water! Once more the ghostly bladed form of Calme's Aegislash flew from the rear and swung its massive body, snatching both missiles from the air, the star erupting into a harmless shower, whilst the arrow burst into splinters. But still Reddō ran, forcing the thought of pain out of his muscles, barely feeling the arrow that grazed his side. Holding his weapon overhead, he brought it down with every ounce of strength left that he could muster!

CRACK!

The bow shattered from the force of the blade; its stunned owner left in a wide-open stagger! However, Reddō had done what he had set out to do, his true goal now within sight. The Greninja readied two more of its Water Shuriken, however the tiniest of pressures on his shoulder beat the Water-types formation as Pikachu launched off of his shoulder and landed squarely on

"PI-KA-CHU!"

Sparks flew from the little mouse's cheeks before erupting into a massive discharge of electricity, lightning streaking across the ground before his feet. But still Pikachu clung to the Water-type with all the strength in his little paws; Greninja jerked and flailed, screaming in pain, as the electricity coursing throughout its body caused it to lose all control of itself. But as quickly as Pikachu's attack had scorched through the night, it vanished as quickly as it had come. Reddō watched as his partner collapsed to the ground, panting, as his target collapsed to the ground, a blackened and smoking corpse that issued a distinctly fishy smell.

Reddō turned sharply, remembering the masked archer. But a surge of relief coursed through him as Yūki, Touya, and Calme stood over his body, their swords piercing his downed form like a pincushion. However, the sight of Kōki and his partner locked in combat with more bandits that continued to swarm from the tower snapped Reddō out of his moment of revelry. Quickly scooping his partner back onto his shoulder, the red-clad samurai turned towards his colorful brothers and gestured them forward.

Night had fully fallen; a silvery moon lit their way as the six remaining warriors fled down the road towards the town. Reddō could feel the fire of exhaustion tearing at his muscles, not aided by the cool autumn air that kissed at his sweat drenched skin. This was insanity! How could they have been caught so unprepared?! He would have to be sure to give Katsura a piece of his mind when they next met.

"TOOOXI!"

Leaping out from the darkness, several bulky, toad-like Pokémon landed before them, their fists reared back in a blaze of purple light! However, a bluish, Jackal Pokémon charged passed the red-clad samurai, holding out its chest and taking all of their attacks. However, Kōki's Lucario grinned in the face of the wide-eyed Toxicroak. Pushing off with its left, the Fighting-type launched into a fearsome flurry of blows, its fists moving in a blur as each struck the unsuspecting enemies, sending them sailing across the air. Moving towards the last of the group, Lucario pushed off into the air, twirling gracefully, reared back its leg and landed a mighty kick square to the toad-Pokémon's jaw, sending it flying into the darkness where it crashed onto the ground and lay motionless.

Reddō stared! Where did that come from? How could it have beaten them from the castle…?

But, once again, a surge of ominosity swept over him as shadows began to pour out of the shops and other buildings in the main square. Another loud bellow issued from the darkness as Reddō skidded to a halt, Pikachu clinging to his shoulder for dear life as someone slid into him from behind.

His fiery-red eyes stared in wide eyed horror as more goons and their Pokémon flooded into the square, bearing swords, lances, fangs, and evil expressions! Quickly they began to move, flanking either side. Reddō held his weapon aloft, feeling his hair stand on end as Pikachu crackled with electricity as the castle bandits began to merge with those from the town. They were cut off and entirely surrounded!

The horde descended on them at once. Exchanging looks with Yūki, the two stood with their backs planted against each other. Holding his blade horizontal, the fiery-eyed samurai charged towards the nearest group and felt the biting pain surge through his hands as their swords locked in a fierce grapple. Once more, Pikachu leapt from his shoulder, its tail glowing a vibrant white. Swinging wide, the tiny electric mouse caught three more in its destructive wake.

However, two more replaced them, and Reddō held up his arms, catching their crashing blades with his own. A loud cry of pain escaped from him as a steely fire scorched into his shoulder, blood sliding down his chest. As the third bandit retracted his lance, it shot forth again. The biting pain struck his leg with a great ferocity; Reddō lost his balance and toppled to the ground.

Recovering quickly, Reddō flipped his wrist and shot his blade upward; however, the large man standing over him had anticipated the attack and threw himself backward before stomping down on Reddō's hand, sending a heavy, painful surge down his arm, wrenching his weapon out of the red-clad warrior's hand. But Reddō did not have time to feel the pain as the lance wielding bandit reared back his large weapon and shot it forward! Reddō rolled out of the way of the attack that would have skewered him, watching the lance blade become buried into the ground where he had been just moments prior.

Rocketing back onto his feet, the fiery-eyed samurai instinctively drew the wakizashi at his side. Flipping the blade so that the tip faced downward, Reddō charged his enemy. Once again, the man was ready for the attack, locking his wrists together he held them up and captured the young samurai's weapon in his grasp! However, a look of confusion crossed his face as Reddō grinned; he opened his fingers, allowing the dagger to drop! Reaching with his right, the fiery-eyed samurai snatched the weapon out of the air and plunged it deep into the man's chest, piercing the heart! Ripping the weapon away, the man falling away in his peripheral vision, Reddō threw out his empty left, knocking the charging lance off target, and flung his arm forward. The lance fighter dropped to the ground, blood pouring from the wound on his throat!

A loud shout stole his gaze as the third bandit charged forth. Holding up his dagger, the two blades clashed violently. However, with only a dagger to defend me, Reddō knew this was going to be a fight he would be at a great disadvantage in. If only he could reach his sword!

Almost as if on cue, the man bucked forward, screaming as he dropped to the ground, a familiar sword protruding from his back. Turning his stupefied face upward, Reddō felt a grin form on his face as Pikachu grinned back, leaping back into the fray.

Placing his wakizashi back in its sheath and reclaiming his sword, he cut his eyes around him for just a moment. He could see a group of Weavile, their claws glowing a deep purple, locked in vicious combat with Pikachu, who swung its vibrantly glowing tail like a sword. Yūki twisted on his hips, holding his arms wide, and dragging his weapon across the chest of three, charging opponents. A group of Houndoom swarmed, tooth and claw, Mightyena, who fought back with every ounce of strength it could muster. Kōki twirled his blade masterfully in his hand, easily switching between attacks and defense. Lucario launched into a vicious kata of martial arts, the group of Toxicroak surrounding it fighting back valiantly. Touya had drawn his wakizashi and his arms had become a windmill as his blades cut into foe after foe. Krookodile became a violent tornado, switching between its razor-sharp claws and bludgeoning with its mighty tail! Calme moved as if in a dance with his Aegislash, who glowed a vivid, electric blue, the two blades swinging in perfect tandem, felling bandit and Pokémon alike. Ryūto captured another blade with his own, parrying it masterfully; but without wasting his partner's momentum, the owl-like warrior leapt over the fiery-haired trainer, a single feather on its wing glowing a deep acid green and swung wide, lopping their enemies head from its shoulders.

However, the sheer number was too great, as dozens of bandits and Pokémon continued to file out onto the street like ants. There were too many of them to simply stand and fight. However, from over the chaos he could hear loud cries from three of his brothers.

Turning swiftly, he watched as Lucario closed its eyes, holding its paws above its head and began to gather silvery energy in its hands. Decidueye tucked in its wings, when it suddenly burst into flames! Pulling its tiny arms tightly across its chest, a pair of blinding white rings formed around Krookodile's body; however, the light began to fade into a multitude of sharp looking stones. Flinging its arms wide, the stones flew as an army of projectiles! Unfurling its wings, the flames that blazed around the owl Pokémon's body transformed into a dazzling blue aura. All screamed as it gave a mighty flap and descended towards them! Lucario threw forth its arms and unleashed a blast of purest white energy upon his enemies.

As the three attacks descended upon the bandit horde, their screams of pain and terror echoed throughout the night. Seeing their ranks break, Reddō motioned to his brothers to run! As Pikachu retook his place on his shoulder, the fiery-eyed samurai took off at a breakneck speed. He ran without really looking, simply dodging passed the fleeing bandits and Pokémon. Ducking behind a nearby house, Reddō felt himself in a state of near collapse and allowed himself a moment to rest.

"Pika, Pika?" Pikachu's voice of concern beat through his hefty breathing; slowly, sense was beginning to return as the young samurai forced air into his lungs. He could feel the burning sting of his shoulder and leg wounds begin to resurface. However, most prevalently, the silence began to ring in his ears. Rubbing the sweat and dirt out of his eyes, Reddō soon realized that he was entirely alone! Not only had he no idea where he was in relation to his enemies, he had no earthly idea where his brothers were.

No, he thought evenly, turning his gaze towards the little electric mouse, a small smile broke through as he scratched Pikachu's ears. He wasn't entirely alone and the very thought gave him courage as he looked upon his partner. Taking his sword in hand, he could feel exhaustion replaced with determination. He didn't know where his brothers were, but he wasn't going to abandon them!

The sounds of fighting resumed around him, and as Reddō pushed himself out of his cover, he was met with the ugly, sneering face of opposition. With renewed vigor, the fiery-eyed samurai drew back his fist and plunged it deep into his enemy's jaw, sending many of his teeth flying!

Pushing down the side street, Reddō's gaze turned down a nearby alley. Dancing masterfully between three enemies and their Pokémon, the red-clad samurai caught sight of Calme! Taking off into a run, swinging his sword as he went, he kept his eyes locked on his comrade. However, Reddō could see it from where he was: the blue-clad samurai had become greatly weakened from his battles in the castle. Even his partner was locked in fearsome combat with a pair of Weavile and a Houndoom.

A loud cry echoed across the night as Calme grasped at his leg, blood flowing freely from between his fingers. Turning his gaze upon his assailant, the blue-clad samurai lunged forth, the tip of his sword held towards the sky, and jabbed his blade though his enemy's head.

Pikachu leapt from his shoulder and vanished across the ground. However, Reddō had more on his mind as he grappled blades with a particularly ugly bandit; ugly but none too skilled with his sword, felled with an easy riposte. Turning back towards his comrade, he was in time to watch as Calme threw one of the trio away, and screamed loudly as a small dagger was plunged deep into his shoulder! As blood poured from the injury, he drew the wakizashi from his belt and jammed it deeply into his opponent's neck!

However, Calme turned quickly, drawing the red-clad samurai's gaze with him. The Weavile moved in tandem, their claws glowing in a ghostly energy and made two vicious swipes at the ghost-like sword Pokémon. However, before Aegislash could recover, the Houndoom leapt up from behind and bore its flaming fangs down upon it. The Ghost-type let out a metallic sound as it was pulled to the ground! However, the little electric mouse leapt forward, opened its mouth wide and let fly a steady stream of rainbow-colored energy! The wave washed over the trio of Dark-types, sending them flying off of their ally!

SHINK!

So caught up in Aegislash's moment of need, a realization had crossed Reddō's mind: he had forgotten his training and let his attention lapse. Spinning on his left he watched as two more men came charging towards him! Taking his sword in both hands, the fiery-eyed young man swung with as much power as he could muster in a controlled side-slash! A terrible pain bit into his hands as metal clashed against metal, but he had accomplished exactly what he had needed to and staggered both men. Flipping his wrists, he gave another hefty strike, dragging his sword across their midriffs, splattering the wall of the building next to them in blood!

Once again, a terrible scream echoed from behind; turning his head so fast that his neck cricked, a wave of horror washed over Reddō. The third of Calme's opponents had recovered and attacked; lifting his blade overtop his head, it came crashing down across Calme's unsuspecting back!

Time slowed to a crawl as he watched his brother crash down onto his knees, blood flying from his wound. For a mere fraction of a second, the two brothers gazed at each other, and much to Reddō's surprise, Calme smiled. The man raised his blade again, charging and aiming for his enemy's exposed neck; moving on instinct, Reddō could feel his legs pumping to reach his brother at last. However, the blue-clad samurai threw himself out of the way, his enemy's weapon sailing harmlessly overhead! Taking a tight hold of his own, Calme wheeled around and thrust his blade deep into the man's chest. For a moment, a look of total shock swept over the bandit's face before he toppled over backward, his sword clattering noisily to the ground.

Without hesitation, Reddō charged over to his downed comrade, his stomach plunging at the sight of him. Calme was a mess, the large slash wound down his back staining his coat a shockingly wet and scarlet color. However, a tiny gasp escaped from Reddō as his lips slowly contorted into a weak grin. Calme's body began to stir, his bloodied and sweat-covered face turning to look at him, grinning back with bloodied teeth.

Seizing his arm and taking a firm grasp of Calme's knees, Reddō pushed himself back onto his feet, carrying his brother across his shoulders. Gripping his sword tightly, he turned back to call Pikachu to his side, but paused almost immediately. Pikachu was cooing mournfully before the Ghost-type, whose blade-like body was buried into the ground, its face set with many cracks and deep-set scratches. But there were no signs of life from Aegislash, the bright, vibrant colors faded to dull shadows of its former self. As thoughts of Hibiki and Typhlosion surfaced to the forefront of his mind, a pang of guilt crashed over him. He hated that he was forced to leave them all behind, but if any of them were to get out alive, then compassion for the dead was not a luxury they could afford.

Turning towards Pikachu, the little mouse gave itself a quick shake before returning to his partner, darting forward as point guard. Moving as swiftly and as silently as their bulky form could muster, Reddō gripped his sword in anticipation, watching for Pikachu's signal for the all clear. Rounding the corner of a nearby house, a thrill of shock and terror surged through the fiery-eyed samurai's heart, biting back the shout, as they ran into more people!

However, a wave of gentle embarrassment and relief washed over him in its place at the sight of Yūki, Ryūto, and their partners. The sound of footsteps from behind rose up quickly; shifting his eyes and holding out his sword, another breath of relief escaped him as Kōki and Touya came charging from behind. As they moved to inspect their wounded comrade across his shoulders, Reddō knew, for that moment, the six of them felt a surge of happiness course through them, grateful, if nothing else, to be at last reunited.

"THERE THEY ARE!" A roaring voice bellowed. Shifting their gaze, the five remaining warriors were met by the flood of bandits, who charged towards them as if burst from a dam. Reddō led the way as they fled, flanked on either side by Yūki and Kōki, whilst Touya and Ryūto brought up the rear. As Decidueye let fly the TWANG of its ghostly arrows, the fiery-eyed samurai gnashed his teeth together determinedly. They weren't far from the main gate; if they could just get beyond the border then they stood a chance!

However, Pikachu's loud cry stole his attention! Turning his thoughts forward, he could see the form of a solitary figure before him. A scrawny, bearded bandit stood in their way, holding a sword in both hands. Though Reddō admired the determination on his face, he could see the man's straightened legs and held his sword high above his head. Hardly the proper stance for numerous, fleeing enemies.

A flash of green and silver from either side of him darted forward, he watched as Yūki and Kōki leapt forward and descended upon the lone bandit. The scrawny man swung his sword with all of his might, bouncing shrilly off of Yūki's sword. However, he did not appear to have any formal training as he could not foresee Yūki lower onto his knees, spinning from the momentum of the deflection, and drag his blade ferociously across the man's midriff! The pitiful cry of a wounded animal escaped from him, but the man was offered no quarter as Kōki thrust his sword forward, the edge-side reaching for the sky. With a controlled, upward motion, Reddō watched as his brother tore the blade away, the scrawny man's shoulder erupting into a geyser of blood.

Yet a moment of deep impression washed over him as he watched the injured man stagger backwards, his chest heaving deeply. Just then, their enemy turned a grinning face towards them, revealing many missing but blood-covered teeth. Reaching into the folds of his tattered kimono and withdrawing a tiny, ceramic ball no larger than his fist. Reddō's eyes widened in immediate recognition but even more so as he quickly began to limp towards the nearby storehouse! There was movement in his peripheral vision, the flash of silver screaming to him that Kōki was charging forward. Holding firmly onto Calme, Reddō turned, moving his encumbered body for all it was worth!

KA-BAM!

A colossal explosion rocked through the night air, spewing fire and dust into the sky! Reddō could feel himself blasted off his feet. He was thrown headlong into something solid and then everything vanished.

~o0o~

Consciousness slowly began to return in the form of a rattling cough. Reddō's eyes flickered open and was immediately assailed by a thundering headache that scorched throughout his skull. Allowing his brain a moment to adjust, he was met by the tiny mouse that stared down at him. However, Pikachu's gaze lit up with a smile as their eyes met and began to rub his head against the young warriors. Pulling himself up, ignoring the biting pressure just below the shoulder stealing his breath away, he flipped himself onto his knees, coughing, he saw the full effects of the scrawny man's ambush.

The storehouse the man had charged into lay in a smoking pile of rubble, and so many bandits lay on the cracked and ruined street, some were stirring slowly, while others lay still and motionless. Another, hacking cough stole the fiery-eyed man's attention; Yūki was sitting upward, his face reddened with minor burns, and his smiling face contorted in pain as Mightyena licked it. Looking around, Reddō found, laying just feet from him, still and face-down was Calme.

Reddō dragged himself, despite the painful breathlessness, over to his friend. Grabbing the blue-clad samurai by the shoulder roughly, the fiery-eyed young man flipped him over; what he saw made his stomach plummet. Calme's eyes were wide open, but were glassy and unfocused and a trickle of blood oozed down over his pale, unmoving face.

An icy cold swept over his brain, paralyzing Reddō with terror and disbelief. This wasn't true…it couldn't be.

He gave Calme another rough shake but no matter how much he shook or prodded his figure, Calme remained as still and as silent as…

A terrible, growling cry rose up from behind. Turning sharply, Reddō's heart sank as tears burned his eyes. Lucario knelt before the silver-clad body of Kōki, shaking him over and over, his red eyes shining with tears, his coat stained dark red as several large shards of metal lay embedded in his bloodstained body. Yūki had shuffled his way towards Touya, who was lying across Krookodile's motionless body, his shoulders shaking. Turning to his left, he could see the form of Ryūto, his eyes hidden by his fiery locks, as he knelt before the burned and tattered body of his trusted Decidueye.

No. He abjectly refused to believe what was in front of him. Gripping his brother's cold, immobile body close to him, Reddō felt as if his world was falling away beneath his feet. Shaking and feeling the hot, burning sensation behind his eyes, he held Calme close, gently cradling his head against his chest.

A hand on his shoulder garnered his immediate attention and fiery-red met with silvery-grey eyes; Yūki's expression mingled pity and determination. Reddō did not want to go, everything seemed to want to forgo training and reason to remain there. However, something deep down appeared to reawaken within the very thought, feeling disgusted with himself.

There was still a job to do, and getting his brothers out alive was all that mattered at that moment. Placing Calme gently onto the ground, he offered out his arm to Pikachu, who scurried onto his shoulder without hesitation. Rising back to his feet and taking a hold of his sword, Reddō motioned to his comrades to follow. Ryūto, Yūki, and Mightyena joined him at his side; Touya reached his arm around Lucario's waist and pulled, dragging the crying Pokémon away from his partner's bloodied body.

Together they ran, dodging and weaving through the alleys and making their way back towards the main road. At long last, the towering front gates stood before them. The finish line in this hellish race. However, the hairs on his head stood on end as Pikachu crackled with electricity. Following his partner's gaze, Reddō could feel his eyebrows constrict in anger and hatred. Standing before them, the silvery light of the moon glinting off of his two swords, as the final sentinel between them and escape was Itagaki Takuto!

"You see" chimed the man mildly "I told you that your efforts were futile. You have put up a valiant fight, but now it is over! Your deaths will serve as a message to both Katsura and that idiot Emperor of his. So long as there are those who live and die by the ways of Bushido, the Revolution will never be over! But you are not so different from us. Your skills would earn you status. Join us."

Reddō gripped his sword tightly, his eyebrows furrowing so close together that they may never come undone. This man had killed his brothers, stolen a city from civilians, and all so he could make a point?! After everything they had suffered through, after everything they had lost…he had the audacity to offer them status and power as though their loyalty could be so easily bought!

On either side of him, Reddō could sense movement; cutting his eyes, he could see all of his brothers, standing side-by-side with him, their swords drawn and glaring malevolently at their enemy. Even without speaking their sentiment was plain…because Reddō felt it too. The unassailable truth of the situation: This had gone far enough!

The four of them raised their swords, the three remaining Pokémon leapt into the forefront. For the first time, Itagaki Takuto's expression of mild politeness melted into a look of disappointed fury.

"You have chosen death, then. So be it."

Clanging his sword together, the building behind him burst into a cloud of dust and rubble. Emerging from the darkness, a large, black creature somewhere between a shark and a dinosaur walked flat-footed towards them, its slobbering maw open to reveal many rows of razor-sharp teeth. As the Garchomp stomped forward, Itagaki Takuto squared his stance and raised both of his weapons over his head.

Yūki moved first, taking hold of his weapon in both hands and taking a hefty swing at the blue-haired man's head. However, Takuto raised the sword in his left and masterfully caught the charging blade.

The Garchomp let fly a vicious roar as it crossed its claws, twisting into a hefty spin, enveloping its body in a golden aura. As the massive creature raised one of its claws, Reddō watched as Pikachu charged to his aid, its tail glowing a bright white. As it leapt into the air, it swung its tail forth, but Garchomp's charging claw was greatly empowered and batted the little creature away effortlessly. Turning its attention back onto the green-clad samurai, the Garchomp bellowed angrily as Lucario leapt under it, becoming a blur of fists and kicks. As the beast staggered backward (Mightyena rushing to his comrade's aid), Reddō turned his attention back to his own battle.

Touya had charged in to assist Yūki, but had his own attack deflected easily. Nodding towards Ryūto, he and Reddō charged in together.

For a moment, there was only the vicious sounds of struggle as the two battles waged. Itagaki Takuto was a much better swordsman than Reddō was expecting as he dodged and parried masterfully between the four of them. As their battle raged, the fiery-eyed samurai caught glimpses of their partner's fight in the corner of his eye; seeing the Garchomp flail around insanely as the trio were smacked away.

However, the four samurai continued their onslaught, forcing the man backwards. However, Takuto merely grinned. With a masterful twirl of his blades, the long-haired man swung in a wide side-slash. Yūki screamed in agony as blood flew from his body, the swords dragging upward, across the chest and out through the shoulder. Rearing back his left, he struck out with his leg, kicking the green-clad samurai in the chest, and knocking him away.

The three remaining samurai were undeterred by their brother's defeat, continuing to pressure the still outnumbered samurai. As good as he was, Reddō knew that he and his brother's plan was solid. If they could wear him down, bit by bit, then they could at least level the playing ground.

Catching Touya's blade with his own, Takuto lowered his shoulders, forcing both weapons down. However, he had gained a critical advantage over his opponent as he pulled both of his shoulders back. Touya too cried out in pain as the two blades cut deep into his leg, blood flowing freely out onto his black coat. As their brown-haired brother attempted to crawl away, Takuto stood over him, his blades looming menacingly towards him.

Just then, Ryūto leapt back into the fray, his blade clanging loudly off both of Takuto's. Reddō too threw himself back into the heat of battle, the three warriors battling fiercely for several moments. However, Takuto pushed off with his right, forcing the red-clad samurai away. As he recovered, he watched as their enemy caught the purple-clad samurai's blade in his left and then plunged his right deep into his exposed chest!

Ice seemed to creep over Reddō's mind in that moment, watching as Takuto ripped away his weapon, splattering blood all over the ground. Ryūto staggered backward, staring down as blood poured out onto his clothes, staining them a deep, shockingly, scarlet color. For an instant, Reddō's fiery eyes connected with Ryūto's deep emerald orbs; however, Reddō watched as his brother's eyes rolled upward in their sockets and Ryūto crumpled to the ground and did not move again.

Suddenly there was only the two of them. Reddō turned his gaze upon Itagaki Takuto; sweat rolled down his face, though he continued to twirl his blades readily. Reddō forced a calming breath into his lungs, allowing sense and reason to take control. Drawing his sheath, he slowly placed his sword back within its comforting grasp. Slowly he tucked the weapon into his belt, squaring his stance, his hand hovering above the handle. Itagaki Takuto grinned at the challenge, placing one of his own swords across his back and then lowering into a stance that mirrored his own. The air between them was rife with tension; both samurai glared each other down, watching the other for the smallest opening. The next attack would decide it all.

BAM!

The building next to them burst into rubble as the four warring Pokémon continued their battle. The jackal Pokémon moved in close, holding both of his paws to the belly of the beast and fired a beam of rainbow-colored energy from its hands. The Garchomp let out a painful bellow, thrown off balance from the attack. Mightyena, who had been biting at the creature's thick, tree-like legs, took advantage of the motion and burst into a fearsome onslaught of claws and fangs. As it bit down onto Garchomp's throat, the hyena Pokémon dragged their monstrous enemy to the ground. However, as the Dragon-type struggled against his captor, Pikachu leapt high into the air, using Lucario as a springboard, its tail glowing a vivid white once more:

"PIKA! PI-KA!

Tucking into a tight roll, the electric mouse brought down its glowing tail like a guillotine, striking the shark-dragon's exposed neck! Its hammer-shaped head sailed into the air and then bounced twice along the ground. The two warriors took the action as the starting gun!

Takuto pushed off with his left, letting the sword fall from its sheath; grabbing it with his right he swung with all the strength he could muster. However, Reddō saw the blade first and had thrown himself backward, evading it. Though the blow missed, he flipped his wrist, reversing the flow of his attack. Had he not been ready to dodge again, the blade would have torn clean through Reddō's chest!

Reaching his left hand over his shoulder, Takuto took hold of his second blade and flung it forward; but still, Reddō dodged back twice more, evading his katana and its violent uppercut. However, as he skidded to a halt, Reddō's foot knocked against something hard. Stealing a glance downward, he could feel his heart leapt into his throat at the sight of the storehouse wall! Forcing his gaze back upward, Takuto was bearing down upon him, spinning on his left and using the momentum for additional power. Reddō was trapped. If he drew too quickly the attack would miss and he would be defenseless.

CLA-CLANG!

Shooting forth his left, Reddō slid his Wakizashi menacingly from its sheath, but grit his teeth as Takuto's two blades smashed mercilessly onto the tiny weapon, wrenching it from the red-clad warrior's grip. His arms swung over his head, holding his blades over his head; it was the final strike of his attack…and he was completely open.

Taking a tight hold of his own sword, Reddō stepped forward with his left, drawing his sword like a bolt of lightning!

BAM!

Striking from hip to collarbone, the wet, bloodcurdling sound of metal on flesh rang as vibrant as the crimson flowers that blossomed across his chest. Takuto screamed, loud and terribly, as the blade of Reddō's sword rocketed him off of his feet and into the sky, showering him in a crimson rain.

As his body fell back to the ground with a hefty thud, all energy drained from the young samurai's body. His jelly-like legs wobbled beneath him and Reddō collapsed tiredly onto the ground, using his sword as a crutch.

He had nothing left, no more energy to fight, his endurance to pain at its limit, and exhaustion threatening to claim him. Turning his gaze, he watched as three Pokémon abandoned the ragged and battered corpse of their enemy. They each moved to their respective partners; Mightyena curling cozily into Yūki's waiting arms, licking at the wound on his leg, while Lucario sat beside Touya, the two grinning at each other.

Staring out over his exhausted and injured brothers, it suddenly dawned on Reddō that Itagaki Takuto's original words to him had been right all along. Given their wounds and the severity of the opposing numbers, escape was utterly futile.

In that moment, a small, steadying breath escaped from the red-clad samurai, leaving an almost Zen-like calm in its wake. He had accepted that escape was impossible, but Reddō knew that deep down he was not made to be a prisoner, nor would he allow disgrace to befall any of his comrades. If he was to meet his end here, then he would do so with honor.

Burying the tip of his weapon into the dirt, Reddō slowly pushed to his feet, ignoring the pain and exhaustion that so wracked his frame and the stickiness of the dirty, sweat, and blood that had soaked him so thoroughly. Taking his sword in hand, he turned towards the remainder of his enemy's, taking pleasure at their looks of outrage to pure shock at the sight of Takuto's excoriated body at his feet. If nothing else, he would see to it that his brothers, the closest friends he would ever know, could get away.

However, a tiny pressure hit him on the back of the head, causing him to stumble forward just a little. Turning his gaze slightly, he could see the tiny electric mouse, his fur matted with dirt and blood, heaving deep and ragged breaths but smiling down at his partner. A gentle hand on his shoulder stole his attention next as Yūki and Touya joined him, their partners staring determinedly at him as well.

Everything in Reddō told him to protest but he could help the grateful smile that formed in its place. They felt the same way and would not abandon him to save their own lives. If they were to die, they would do so together. Reddō felt an immediate surge of affection for all of them as his thoughts turned towards their fallen comrades with peaceful resignation.

They would all be together again soon.

Holding their swords tightly, the group slowly began to walk, tiredly, towards the fifty some odd bandits that remained. Slowly, their pace began to quicken into a light jog; Mightyena and Lucario quickly began to build momentum, slipping ahead to lead the charge. Pushing beyond pain and exhaustion, the three remaining warriors broke out into a full out run, their weapons aloft as they charged towards what was surely to be their final battle together.

~o Present Day o~

By the time Lord Katsura and his men had arrived, what they found was ascene of total chaos. Buildings were painted red with blood, and the square was covered in the stinking, rotting sight of corpses. But in the center of it all were four bodies, lying in a row and shrouded by their colorful coats. Three were knelt over them, their faces pale, and eyes were open but unseeing, the daggers buried deeply into…

The woman, Serena, had become so entrenched in her writing, she had failed to notice that my hand was trembling so much that my brush had frozen, dripping ink and tears onto the page. I had not remembered stopping, but thoughts of my friends and loved ones had caused a breath to catch in her throat.

Officially, they had been hailed as heroes of the empire, the legend of The Silent Masters quickly becoming a piece of national history and folklore. Many gossiped about the stories with romanticized mystique. But I could only think of their reaction when they had first heard the name. It was true that, while on mission, the seven of them remained totally silent, it had been from training and experience that they had done that. In fact, it was because of that that the Loyalists had turned the epithet against the Bakufu.

The Order of the Silent Masters was mere propaganda meant to frighten their enemies…

However, none of the actual seven cared for the name. In fact, had they not sworn loyalty to the Emperor and to Lord Katsura, I doubt any of them would have had much taste for war. Hibiki had grown up on a farm and would often regale us with tales of his childhood. Kōki was learned in herbs and was a skilled apothecary; Touya and Calme each grew up the sons of a blacksmith and fabric merchant, and Ryūto had been a talented potter. As for my Reddō, he and his brother Yūki had been the sons and heirs to a prominent school of swordsmanship, to teach and practice the use of the sword for defense and tradition.

It had been five years and their deaths had still been difficult to bear.

Lord Katsura, grateful to the seven men who had so loyally served him during the war, had taken it upon himself to care for those that were left behind. She, along with the families of the other six, had been brought to a house in Kurofune, where Katsura saw to their comfort, regularly visiting with his wife, Lady Ikumatsu, and their two daughters, Suzume and Ayame.

However, Serena knew the real reason that he had taken it upon himself to lend such charity. It was regret, regret that his bad intelligence had sent them to their deaths. He never said as much, but she could see it in his eyes whenever the subject was breached. In a way, she resented and hated Katsura for his transgressions against them. Knowing what he had robbed them of and his inability to repent. What right had he to be so happy when they would never have the same? Would Hibiki and Kotone be back on their farm? Would Kōki and Hikari be providing medical care for those who needed them? And what of Yūki and Haruka? Touya and Touko? Calme and Sana? Ryūto and his sister, Mana? Would any of them have found some small measure of peace? And what of her and Reddō, who would never have the chance to know his son…

Dropping the ink brush, Serena buried her face into her hands and could feel the dam burst as the tears spilled over and splashed down her front. Suddenly, it occurred to her why sleep continued to prove elusive. Feeling Sylveon's gentle paw on her arm, she could do nothing but let her tears flow.

When I originally posted this story, it was meant to be a love letter to both Pokémon and Rurouni Kenshin, while allowing me to be a TOTAL recycler of my own material so that it can exist in some fashion. I've always wanted to write an epic battle; I've done fights before but never something of this scale before. However, I took it down feeling that classifying it as a crossover between the two was inaccurate, with the references being nominal at most. Thus, the original ending being from Katsura's POV made less and less sense over time. So, I transferred the POV to Serena (whom I ship with Red), feeling that the perspective of one left behind made it even more tragic. Regardless, you guys know the drill: I hope you guys liked it and I hope you have a great day.