The Arrival of India
The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the gates of Johnson's estate. The air was still, pregnant with the anticipation of the impending clash. Inside the estate, there was a deceptive calm, but outside, a storm was brewing. India, now a puppet of High Duke Sith Servent, approached with deadly intent, her eyes cold and unyielding. The guards, unaware of the doom about to befall them, stood at their posts, exchanging idle chatter.
Without warning, India unleashed a whirlwind of steel and death. Her blade moved like a wraith in the dusk light, slicing through the guards with terrifying precision. The first guard barely had time to draw his weapon before his life was snuffed out. The second guard's scream was cut short as India's blade cleaved through his armour. Panic spread quickly among the remaining guards, but none could escape the fury of India's assault.
Bodies fell one after another, and within moments, the gates of Johnson were littered with the fallen. The civilians inside, hearing the commotion, began to panic, their cries for help echoing through the night. India, her mission far from complete, turned her gaze towards the helpless innocents, a murderous gleam in her eyes.
The Appearance of Kent
Just as India was about to advance on the civilians, a figure stepped out from the shadows. It was Kent, his expression a mix of determination and sorrow. He moved with a grace and confidence that immediately drew India's attention.
"I did not raise you to be like this," Kent said, his voice carrying a weight of authority and regret.
India's eyes narrowed in confusion and anger. She did not recognize this man, but his words struck a nerve. "You!" she snarled, her voice filled with venom. Without a second thought, she lunged at him, her blade aimed directly at his heart.
Kent moved with lightning speed, intercepting her strike with a fluid motion. His blade met hers in a clash that sent a shockwave through the air, the sheer force of it making the ground tremble. For a moment, they stood locked in combat, their eyes meeting in a battle of wills.
The Flareion God Sword Technique
Realizing that India would not be easily deterred, Kent decided to end the conflict swiftly. With a swift motion, he pulled out the Flareion God Sword Technique, his blade igniting with a brilliant, almost blinding light. The technique was a testament to his mastery, a dance of flame and steel that left little room for counterattack.
India's eyes widened in shock and fury as she recognized the technique. "You stole that!" she screamed, her voice filled with a mixture of rage and anguish. "You killed Rodrick and stole his technique!"
Her anger seemed to fuel her, giving her strength. She countered with her most fearsome attack, the Immortal Blade God Aura Technique. Her blade shimmered with a dark, menacing aura, its power palpable in the air. She lunged at Kent with a speed and ferocity that few could match.
The Struggle and Revelation
Kent found himself struggling to keep up with the sheer intensity of India's attacks. Each strike was a test of his skill and endurance. He quickly realized that India had surpassed her limits, her power now placing her among the top first-rate knights. Despite her formidable strength, Kent's experience and mastery of the Flareion God Sword Technique allowed him to gradually gain the upper hand.
With a final, decisive move, Kent disarmed India, sending her blade flying across the courtyard. He moved swiftly, subduing her before she could recover. As he held her down, the members of the Elite Shield, who had been struggling to contain Sylvia and Romulus, finally managed to regroup and assist him.
Sylvia and Romulus, formidable warriors in their own right, had proven to be a difficult challenge for the Elite Shield. However, with Kent's intervention, they were quickly neutralized. Exhausted and defeated, they were restrained and brought inside the estate.
The Awakening and Revelation
India, Sylvia, and Romulus awoke to find themselves in a secure room within Johnson's estate. Kent stood before them, his expression one of mixed emotions. He took a deep breath and began to speak.
"I am your master," Kent said, his voice calm but firm. "I was Rodrick in my prior life."
The declaration was met with disbelief and skepticism. Sylvia and Romulus exchanged incredulous looks, while India's eyes remained filled with a mixture of confusion and anger. "What the fuck does that suppose to mean?" Romulus said, his voice echoing the doubt that filled the room.
Kent nodded, expecting their reaction. "I know it's hard to believe. But I remember things that only Rodrick would know. The day I found you, India, under the rubble of your village. The promise I made to protect and train you. The techniques I taught each of you, are tailored to your strengths. Sylvia, the Inferno Dance technique that matched your fiery spirit. Romulus, the Guardian's Aegis, designed to complement your disciplined approach."
As Kent spoke, memories stirred within them. The details he provided, the events he described, were all too accurate to be mere coincidence. Slowly, realization began to dawn on them. The weight of Kent's words, combined with the undeniable truth of their shared past, finally broke through their disbelief.
India was the first to speak, her voice trembling. "Rodrick... you're him?"
Kent nodded a sad smile on his face. "Yes, India. I am Rodrick. I've been given a second chance, and I intend to make the most of it."
The Shockwave Across the Continent
News of the confrontation spread like wildfire across the continent. The tale of how India, the 9th-ranked first-rate knight, had been defeated by a mere youth stunned everyone. Whispers and rumours filled the air, each retelling adding a new layer of intrigue and astonishment.
In the imperial court, Kent was summoned with proper respect, an honour rarely afforded to someone of his age. The nobility and high-ranking officials were eager to meet the young man who had accomplished such a feat. The High Duke, however, was enraged. Losing India, one of his most valuable assets, was a blow to his plans. His anger seethed beneath a calm facade as he plotted his next move.
The Man in the Shadows
In a dark, secluded room, a man shrouded in shadows listened intently to the reports. His eyes, hidden in the darkness, flickered with a mixture of surprise and concern. "Kent... so you're still alive," he murmured to himself. The news of Kent's survival and his recent victory over India set off a cascade of thoughts in his mind. Plans within plans began to shift and realign, the emergence of Kent as a significant player complicating his machinations.
As the man pondered the implications, a sinister smile slowly spread across his face. The game had changed, and with it, new opportunities arose. He would need to tread carefully, but the challenge intrigued him.