The day was December 25th, 2088. The winter snow covered the ground of the forest and trees surrounding a sea of white tents that made up the resistance camp. Throughout history battles have been won by two things, military power, and brilliant leadership. Yamamura knew that the outcome of the ensuing battle would depend on how people used they're auras, and how well Azuma leads his men. Yamamura gathered that he would need to make a plan. "The surrounding area benefits grim, and the dense trees would make it hard to see how many of them would come and from which direction. The resistance had a small amount of protection from the cold, but an outstretched battle would ultimately favor our enemy.". Yamamura was starting to realize that victory in this battle would be near impossible. This feeling of defeat sunk into his mind clouding his thoughts. "Yama?" Mochizukis voice broke Yamamura out of his state of trance. "Are you okay?" Before answering, Yamamura let out a sigh and faced Mochizuki, "yea I just got lost in thought". "You're not alone anymore. Azuma is calling a meeting with his captains and us in his tent. We should go." Yamamura took a deep breath looked into the snowy night sky and smacked his cheeks. "Yama!!?" Mochizuki looked on in shock. "I'm okay mochi I just needed to focus and you helped me remember that." As he finished his sentence he turned to face Mochizuki and smiled all while thinking "mom I'm gonna make a difference in this history… I'm gonna rewrite this story, and I'm gonna come save you". Yamamura started walking towards the camp with Mochizuki. He nudged him in an almost playful manor and they both laughed as they headed to the meeting that would surely decide both the victor of the ensuing battle and the turning point in the war of grim and the resistance. As the night began to grow quieter and the snow fall had almost seized Azuma had quieted his men to hear the sound of what sounded like trees crackling and hitting the ground. And as the soldiers of the resistance readied their auras a huge mass of aura presence consumed them giving them a sense of fear the likes of which they had never felt before, frozen in fear they watched as a general of the grim forces used his aura to level the surrounding tree line and the defenses that were supposed to protect the camp. "Charge!!!! Azuma screamed as he began to rush the enemy shaking off the residual fear he let consume him. Battles were being fought all around the forest that had become more of a blood filled battle field with Azuma using his great strength aura to throw the grim army across great distances. As he was beginning to approach the general he gave him a glance meant to resemble a personal challenge but the general gave Azuma a smirk and his attention switched to that of Yamamura. With one motion he leaped into the air as if he was flying towards Yamamura. "Mochizuki!!!!! Get to Yamamura, he's after Yamamura!!!!", And just as Mochizuki glanced at Yamamura he turned to see an overwhelmingly massive presence looming over him, he stood in front of Yamamura. As the general raised his arm forming a fist, Mochizuki for the first time felt his soul leave his body, but just before the general swung, Mochizuki fell to his knees, and the man walked right passed him coming face to face with his objective, as he clenched his fist, time for Yamamura had seemingly stopped, he would then come to realize it had.