Won was currently crouching on a cliff. He was wearing tight black pants and a big yet tight swordman top. He was using {God Aim} to analyze the topography of the environment to a greater detail than what was offered by a map.
Ozaris appeared at his side.
Won asked, "Has it been prepared?"
Ozaris nodded, "Yes your majesty. The solider's have been split up and commanded appropriately."
Won smirked, "The best way to defeat an opponent it to trick them."
Won suddenly put his hand into the form of a lotus Mudra.
A golden Buddha appeared from his body and rose to the sky.
It was huge that even far away it could be seen.
A glow as if a sun had appeared shot across the mountains and rivers, sweeping past the horizon.
Just then a great and gigantic black claw grew with a sweep of Won's hands.
The black hand clashed into the Buddha, shaking it.
The Black hand continued to assault the Buddha.
The Buddha punched out, a red fist smashed out. The clouds parted and the Black hand shattered.
Won crossed his hands behind his back, his head dancing left and right as his lips curled up.
Won showed three fingers to Ozaris, "Ozaris I made three tricks for today. The first was what I jusr did, which I have been closely managing and ensuring. The second what you just did. The third... hehe just wait."
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A bit away hidden within the recesses of a small mountain, stood a group of ten thousand.
They all wore powerful armor's, and bared the sharpest of weapons. Each one had the faint inescapable stench of blood having seeped into their pores. Their Weapons buzzed in a slightly Demonic manner. This was similar to the weapons in the Grim Reapers Graveyard, having consumed so much blood, having been enveloped in malice and death, the weapons had gained a touch of spirituality.
The general gazed at the clear sky, his brows pressed together.
He said, "Give me the bamboo scroll with the Imperial seal."
A soldier passed a bamboo scroll to the General.
The General mouthed the contents aloud, "A chance shall arrive soon. A personal promise from the Sharpest dagger Sect that they will attack The God of Victory Won."
The General could feel the evil and malevolent energy within that strange claw that had appeared in the sky, it was the complete opposite of the Buddhist aura Won posseses.
The general tapped his head, "Honestly how could someone with such Buddhist skills be so tricky and crude... Even the expert Monks we've conversed with have nothing but praise for this fellow..."
The general went into a silence for ten minutes and eventually his eyes firmed and a ruthless glare formed.
He said, "Come we are to attack The God of Victory Won!"
In fact the General honestly shook in his boots at the thought of Won.
Many Empires did.
Won's unofficial title among all the Empires was God of Victory, all because Won was such a strange existence having appeared randomly yet having done so much. Ito which was a relatively small and lacking Potential, began to slowly make moves such that even Empires full of potential could never compare to, and it was all because of one man. Who couldn't be scared fighting such an Existence. This wasn't a battle of fists, it was a battle of wits.
...
Those of Sangria climbed the mountain towards where Won was, their progress was fast considering they were leaning on the fact that Won was currently exhausted after a battle.
As they reached a certain distance they saw a group of thousand rest in a basin in the middle of the mountain. Furthermore with their excellent senses born through countless battles they could see the hidden soldiers lying in bushes and behind trees, not to mention even those who had hidden in small cracks and holes.
After having accounted for everyone in their view, and after performing one last check of the environment around them. The General commanded his troops to rush into battle.
Taking them by surprise those of Sangria ambushed those of Ito.
Yet...
Boom!
From the ground streaks of hands arose and wrapped around the legs of those of Sangria.
Their hands like steel, those of Sangria could only stand painfully still as those of Ito stabbed them. Extinguishing their bright lives in a single flash.
The General's eyes widened!
Of the ten thousand more than one thousand five hundred had died!
Yet his orders were like flashes of lightning and quickly the disorder felt dissapeared.
From the hard ground, as it pulling out of water an additional thousand soldiers arose.
The General eyed the ground where these men had arisen from. He saw the texture of the earth was different, as if melted. It was soft and flexible.
Won appeared above and smirked, "General Yi Man Ho, you are indeed a very capable leader."
The General laughed, "Compared to you I doubt it. Your information networks are impressive. I have doubts though, did you forge Prince Yangmeng's Imperial stamp or did you trick the prince with information?"
Won smirked, "Neither. I and the Sharpest dagger Sect are allies."
The General's face stiffened.
Won waved his hand, "Attack!"
Those of Ito charged forth like a fierce arrow from a tightly stretched string, meanwhile those of Sangria were like a wild and ferocious beast, their experience causing them to cover the ground in blood. Yet those of Ito each time they dodged, each time they killed, each time they improved. From novices of the battlefield they had slowly transformed into real warriors, now was simply a matter of time and perfection. Fighting Suzaku had already tempered most of the solider's under Won, but now they were being sharpened.
The General could see all this, the mockery of a battlefield. Won controlled the situation completely, whenever those of Sangria overpowered those of Ito a mysterious wind would enter and protect them.
It was completely unbelievable, that the ferocious might of ten thousand strong could be played with so embarrassingly.
The General grit his teeth.
He roared, "Retreat."
The remaining men flashed out and made their way down the mountain.
Those of Ito were prepared to chase, when Won raised his hand.
Won said, "Don't worry. Rest. Others are waiting to meet those who just left."
The soldiers all sat down in relief.
Won's eyes landed on a slightly young solider. He was about 18 and his eyelashes trembled slightly as he gazed as his blood covered hands and the body that limply sat by his side, a dagger messily plunged into the bodies chest.
Won could see fear and confusion.
He fell down and went towards the young man.
Won held the small soldiers shoulder, "It's fine to be at a loss. Even if we are enemies we are all people finding our way, trying to survive. Some may see this as pointless or cruelty, but they are the blind. They don't see the dedication we put in for them, nor the dedication of those who fight for their people. Respect him for having fought. Fight harder, kill more so that his life wasn't needlessly taken. Fight so those who you hold responsibilities, so you can strive do everything you can, fight as hard as you can. Fight so you can survive and advance, if you hinder yourself, if you question yourself, it is an insult to the dead."
The soldier looked up at Won.
Won looked at the rest of the soldiers and said, "The same goes for you all. Show respect and hold responsibility, but never blame yourself if you did what you did to survive or for those you love. It is the duty of us to be a wall for those who need us. Those of Ito, so they can survive and so they can live well we fight, but never insult or walk on the pride of others. Every good man and woman fights for something, and we shouldn't mock or treat that indifferently. Bury the dead respectfully."
The solider's all nodded.
The dragged their tired bodies up and quickly used some shovels to dig some pits and slowly put the many dead men inside.
...
While this was happening, the retreating soldiers of Sangria sped down the mountain.
General Yi Man Ho felt a chill rise on his back, he felt befuddled as to why Won wasn't currently chasing them down.
Just then from left and right, just as they had entered a slightly narrow part of the mountain, arrows flew through the air. The sick whistle of death as it playfully swung it's sharp scythe taking life lingered in the hearts of all the solider's of Sangria.
The ones hit by the arrows fell to the ground and began to twitch uncontrollably.
The General roared, "Don't let the arrows touch you, they've been layered with poison!"
Of the ten thousand men only about a hundred remained, and each of the were inching towards death as they skillfully escaped the rotten hands of death.
Just then four men in shadows appeared in front of then hundred. A black fog permeated off their bodies and they sped towards General Yi Man Ho.
Their eagle like talons sliced quickly, causing a cold and sick wind to fall onto Yi Man Ho's face. He stumbled down, a fear permeating within him. No once had been so lacking in control in matters of life death.
Yi Man Ho swung his spear, his heavy and thick arms pushing it forward with great force that sharp winds flashed.
The shadow in front of him, twisted its body to the side the dark robe it wore were torn apart and a resulting force spread into the shadow throwing it away.
Yi Man Ho then stuck his feet into the ground, his muscles tensed as he used all his force to bring the spear up and then down with an almost elastic motion.
The ground churned and sharp rocks flew by like bullets cutting into the shadows.
Yi Man Ho's feet then left the ground as he leaned on the spear now having deeply penetrated the ground.
From a hold he moved his hands into laying it flat on the spear shaft end. He pressed down and shot up.
His feet curved mid air as he soared up.
He fell a fair distance away, stumbling into a fall. After a short tumble he picked himself up and ran quickly further and further away.
The group of darkness around the shadows spun around.
...
General Yi Man Ho ran into a small cave and fell deeper inside it's hollow shell. He panted heavily, as his mind spun.
He bit his lip until it bled and clenched his fists tightly.
Over ten thousand lives he was responsible for were taken just like that! All on his command. He could blame Sangria or someone else, but that would be dishonorable to the dead. A General was one who held the responsibility over his men.
Yet he left the remaining men like pigs to be Slaughtered.
Yi Man Ho slowly fell into a desperation and depravation.
His eyes glowed, "I need to tell Sangria about Won, it's not my fault... It's not my fault..."
Due to the General's fear, weakness and ruin a demon began to brew in his heart. He had led many armies and seen countless deaths, yet there was a difference between a war and a battle. A war was something no one could control, atleast not something he could. Yet a battle like this, a split moment decision over taking a life through a premeditated choice... That could break a man. It was one thing to survive, but to meaninglessly take life that was something that killed one's humanity. Ito and Sangria weren't in a war, furthermore Sangria was the one on the offensive this whole time.
He laughed, "Of course it's not my fault, it's those bastards fault for being so useless! It's that fuck Won's fault for being so cunning! This isn't war this is some bullshit! It's not my fault... This was what was supposed to happen! Those bastards of Ito were supposed to die!"
As he continued to break and draw closer to a hollow man devoid of concern or responsibility due to his trauma, he picked himself up. Laughing hysterically he drew closer to the entrance, where five Shadows hid their red eyes spectating coldly without emotion.
As soon as the light touched Yi Man Ho's face...
Shlick!
His view changed suddenly. He could see his body headless, his neck sprouting a blood flower.
Slowly darkness filled his view, but atleast he died without completely losing himself.