"Father, things are not well in the village. The rains destroyed almost all houses. Some people will probably perish in sickness." My first son says. He had been warning me of this for some time.
"This is the way it is." the villagers are the workforce of the village, I make sure to take care of them for profit, but this son of mine cares too much for mortals. "You are free to build their houses if it pleases you" The boy's face frowns.
"Most of our salt was washed away" he says.
"What? Why no one protects the salt?" This is terrible!
"Because people are more worried about their house, father. We only have salt in our house, and a lot of people are sick-"
"I KNOW! Next time you make sure to explain better the consequences of your plans boy" He was right, but he never said the possibility of the villager abandoning everything... this boy... "son, did you say for the villager to abandon the salt?"
He gets up, hurt by the accusation. "Father I would never!"
"SIT" I put my Force on him. He gulps. his aura is unstable. "You idiot! Do you know what you did?" "Father i-" "shut the fuck up! We need that salt! The tributaries will be coming! Go fucking mobilize the village, we need to start making salt now. NOW, go!"
The boy bow in respect.
But the door opens. My guard rush in. "Master, three ships were sighted!" he gulps "they don't have flags"
Three ships? This is bad... "All armed and prepared for war, son, you run the house. I will check"
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These ships... are unlike anything I have ever seen... I had the slim hope that they were tributaries and not foreigners. But all is not yet lost, the entire coast near the village is shallow, they will not be able to dock.
"Guard, take all men capable of handle a bow or throw a spear, We are going to pin them like a bear cub touching a hornet's nest." And hope that this is enough.
Under my scrutiny, people begin to prepare, the villagers carry spears, javelins, and bows. Some, behind, holding knives, shovels, and axes. My son comes with all the guards, with polished tonfas at their hands, powerful Cultivators, following the paths of Wushu martial art. Even though the moment is tense, these men fill me with pride. Especially when I see my 3rd grandfather, the great elder of the village walking with the juniors, he is ancient, almost 150 years old, but he is a gate above my cultivation.
"Great Elder! It is good to see you in these troubled times!" I say while bowing.
The old man, do not say anything, just look at the ships. "Clever invaders, but very foolish at the same time, believe me, youngster, these are not troubled times but times of fortune"
I turn my look at the ships, the sails are rolled up and the men are rowing the entire vessel towards us, the ship isn't running aground. Shit. I look at the elder again he notices and speaks "they are all mortals. Sharp auras, probably veterans, but all mortals."
His aura perception is much further than mine. But how can this be?
"Every single one!" he says before I ask.
"This is great! A real fortune coming our way! We can't sell two of the ships and keep one for ourselves!"
The elder smiles, "The Gon family is going to travel the seas! Do you know that this will increase all of our possibilities for advancement? Wealth, knowledge, and people from other islands will be within our reach. Let's get rid of the Ironwood clutches. But first, we will slaughter the messengers of our fortune."
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"RELEASE" The arrows fly at the ships, but i just see 5. I turn to my man.
"Out of arrows!" they start screaming. Shit!
"Melee!" the archers drop the bows and take whatever they can. Sticks or knives.
The ship's port at the beach. Just like ants, the invaders start jumping out. My heart drops with them. Giants... All of them armored similarly. Just like the rumors, the massacre of Haiyu, giants invaded and kill everyone feasting on the flesh of people. The great elder notices too, but he seems relaxed, I expand my aura, and it is true, not a single cultivator.
"They are very experienced. Look, this is a formation. I read about something like this once." he says.
It is absolutely incredible. The invaders are very organized, the ones holding big shields are in the front, very packed, like a moving wall. Impossible to penetrate. Behind, the spears, and more groups that I can't understand. If I couldn't feel the lack of cultivation in all of them, this would be a very scary sight.
The elder speaks again. "Be careful, try to learn as much as possible, we will need to train our men like this too. We are going to win, but they are veterans, we will pay a bloody price for this." His tonfas have a soft blue glow. A 4° rank technic.
One of the invaders, holding an enormous war ax, and with a more complete set of armor is in front.
"MY. NAME. IS. MARCUS." All the invaders make a thunderous noise, it lasts a minute, the effects are powerful, my men are shaken. I will be using this on my own raids.
He raises his hand and they are silent. I can see that he wants to speak more, but this is my beach. I put ki on my throat. "GONS! Expand your auras! Feel the mortality of the dogs that bark on our beaches! Let's KILL!"
My soldiers finally expand their auras, greatly improve our morale.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" they chant.
I can see the frustration on the invader's leader.
I smirk, yours scare tact doesn't work here!
"KIIIIIILLLLLL THEM ALL!"
Like rain, we fall on them.