Before him, a group of guards stood callously over a group of helpless prisoners, their faces twisted with cruelty as they reveled in the suffering of their captives. Women and men, their cries of agony echoing off the castle walls, bore the scars of torture and abuse.
Ryoma's blood boiled with righteous indignation at the sight before him, his fists clenched in fury. In that moment, he knew that he couldn't stand idly by while innocent lives were being torn apart. With a steely resolve, he vowed to put an end to the tyranny that plagued the kingdom and bring justice to those who had been wronged.
As Ryoma found himself surrounded by approximately fifteen guards, his instinctive response was to unsheathe his katana and confront them head-on. "What in the world are you scumbags doing!?" he shouted, charging towards them with a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins.
In a whirlwind of fury and skill, Ryoma swiftly dispatched the guards with precise strikes of his blade, their bodies falling in his wake as he fought to protect himself and those in need.
Amidst the chaos, a man emerged from the castle, drawn by the commotion. As the cries of innocent victims pierced the air, Ryoma's heart twisted with sorrow, his gaze shifting from the prisoners to the mysterious newcomer.
"I'm sorry," Ryoma murmured, his voice heavy with remorse as he met the frightened eyes of the tortured souls before him. But his attention quickly shifted to the man who dared to laugh in the face of suffering.
"And who might you be?" the man demanded, as Ryoma's eyes narrowed as he prepared to face this new threat. But before he could strike, the man parried his attacks with ease, delivering a swift and deadly counterattack.
Caught off guard by the speed and precision of the assault, Ryoma felt the sharp sting of a blade grazing his cheek, a grim reminder of the danger he faced. As he regrouped, his mind raced with questions, his determination unshaken even in the face of formidable opposition.