The gates of the Kyoto Stronghold loomed ahead, flanked by towering barricades and stern-faced guards. The atmosphere bristled with tension as Kazuichi, Ryuunosuke, and Tris approached the entrance. The path behind them stretched into the mist, but the stronghold itself seemed impenetrable—a fortress wreathed in shadows and whispers. It was clear from the outset that entry would not come without a price.
"Halt!" barked one of the guards, stepping forward with his hand raised. His armor was adorned with intricate markings, and an aura of earth swirled faintly around him, betraying his element. Beside him, two others emerged, one wielding the air element and the other encased in an ethereal fire that flickered in the dim light. "You three aren't from around here. State your business."
