The day before. (Made an Oops...)
"Iroha! I love you!" a young man exclaimed with a wine bottle in hand.
He gripped his chest, "When you smiled! When you spoke! Every moment was warm and bright! Iroha, tommorow I will fight! I will fight for you! Why? Because I love you!"
The girl who sat at her windowsill, gazed longingly and tearfully at this man.
"Why didn't you do anything until now!"
The young man smiled, and with a cheeky laugh he explained, "Why? Because how could anything in this be world be worth to stand by your side, let alone someone like me! You deserve the best of everything, and I was scared I couldn't give you it all! I know I must be selfish to tell you all this, to guilt you and hurt you! I know what I am doing is mean! Yet I cannot help it! I love you! I love you! I love you a thousand times!"
The spring winds fluttered carrying these two peoples tears away, their eyes laced with sadness and regret stared back at one another.
As countless men and women spoke their hearts out, as they drank their terror away. They spent one last night, before dashing like wild beasts.
...
Won stood at the helm of three thousand odd people. They struggled through a deep forest, Won's hands fluttered left and right and the random odd branch in the way was cut apart.
They neared a clearing.
Everyone's eyes caught sight of a huge white wall, their were two roads left and right intersecting at the gate of the large wall.
Large ballistas and mortars sat at the edges, and the sun's light blasted off of the edges giving it a powerful and domineering feeling.
Won gazed at it. His eyes sharpening.
He turned behind and said, "That stronghold is which Suzaku uses as a hub for their control over our lands. It is full entirely of Military personnel, so don't worry about killing Innocents. I will handle the majority of the attacks and defeat the soldiers, you must act quickly to control the fort."
Won sternly gazed at them.
He said, "This isn't a joke, never throw your life away, never doubt. This is not about me or Ito, this is about you. To those who love, to those who are needed, live on! Find strength in those who build you up! Never back down! This day may one day haunt you one day, but remember this isn't for fun or anything else! This is for the future! So the skies above Ito are clear! So the Water is clean and the food is abundant! What we fight for is not power, but happiness!"
The soldiers all tightened their grips on their weapons.
Won smiled as he saw their faces, "Every single one of you braves... I shall remember. I shall engrave upon my heart. I may not be the best person, but I can respect people like you. To our victory!"
"To our Victory! Bless our Lord!"
"To our Victory! Bless our Lord!"
Like a light lull their echos drifted through the winds and the sun shone brighter, as if waving off these solider's.
Won departed, soon turning into a shadow.
He leapt up and used 1,000,000 Buddha palms.
A huge Buddha Body appeared in the sky.
In his folded arms rested a man with flying pinkish white hair.
The Buddha moved one hand forward and from it millions of similar Golden palms shot out and slapped into the wall.
From the ground a thin distortion appeared, but it was soon shattered and the palms descended.
Won's brow's perked up.
He used {Heaven and Earth Protection} a gold sheet covered his body and deflected an arrow flashing through the sky.
He used God Aim and his eyes locked on to a Woman stepping upon a thin flag pole.
Her purple hair danced in the wind.
She clicked her tongue, "He could have easily dodged, but made no effort to. He's not scared at all!"
Won dissapeared in place.
{Swiftly}.
He appeared in front of the girl.
He punched out, and caused the girl to fold in half as her muscles collapsed, her organs ruptured and her bones became dust.
"General Ichinose!" The soldiers of Suzaku loudly exclaimed.
Won's eyes didn't fluctuate in the least as he dissapeared again making quick work of any one powerful.
Won's then shot his hand back, it caught a blade.
A man with a deep frown on his face, as well as certain grief laced upon his eyes tried with all his strength, but the blade in Won's hand couldn't budge an inch.
Flames began to dance on Won's hand and traced the blade and pounced onto the man's body.
Slowly he melted and died.
Won abruptly twisted his body in half.
A sword flew past his body and came flying back into the body of a young man with indigo hair.
His eyes were sharp and his aura pierced through the sky. Bubbling Qi surrounded his body.
Won asked, "I did not the Seventy sword sect was affiliated with Suzaku, do you intend to interfere in the affairs of the secular world?"
The indigo haired man said indifferently, "It is you who must mind his himself. The newly ascended Sword Princess is the Queen of this Empire and is thus part of The Seventy Sword sect."
Won snorted, "Don't brag, your sword sect sits neatly under every other sword sect under the Rainbow fell Sect. The Seventy sword sect has long relinquished any right towards arrogance, with your near death patriarch do you think you have any right to throw your weight around?"
Won then received a message from Ozaris, "Master what should we do we didn't plan for this."
Won sighed and replied, "Just hurry the troops to plundering and conquering and then retreating. In a battle like this strategy is less needed, only haste and intensity matter. Simply make sure our wills appear sharp and ferocious."
Ozaris replied, "Yes master."
The indigo haired man slightly frowned and explained, "Regardless of this or that, while I sit upon this Settlement it shall never move."
Won's brow rose.
"Is that so?"
Won turned into a blur, with only a clap of air remaining behind.
He appeared behind the Indigo haired man and used {Doom fist}!
A small red fist shot from Won's hand, it sped at an intense speed forwarded plunging through the Indigo Haired man's chest.
The resulting force threw him deep into the ground.
Won looked around.
His eyes glittered and a shimmer of expectance was present.
How could Won not know that the Seventy sword sect's sword Princess wasn't the Princess of Suzaku?
Everything was necessary towards his end goals.
Conflict, chaos and tragedy.
Won's eyes buzzed in a faint purple.
He walked out whistling, dancing upon the blood and guts dousing the ground.