The night after the battle was eerily quiet. The usual hum of village life was replaced with the sounds of the wounded—groans of pain, quiet sobs, and the occasional crackle of flames from the smoldering ruins. Padrino stood at the edge of Rimuru, staring out into the darkness where the Galdros soldiers had retreated. His sword was still slick with blood, but his hands were too heavy with fatigue to clean it.
He had won, but the victory was fragile. Rimuru was battered, its people exhausted, and Galdros would undoubtedly return. Padrino's mind raced with the thoughts of what they would do next. How could they prepare for the inevitable? How much time did they have?
Footsteps approached from behind, and Padrino didn't need to turn to know it was Hinata. Her presence always brought with it a calmness, like the first light of dawn after a long, stormy night. She stood beside him, her face as pale as the moon, drained from using her magic so extensively during the battle.
"You should rest," she said softly. "You've done all you can for today."
"I can't rest," Padrino replied, his voice low. "There's too much to do. Too many decisions to make."
"You're not alone in this, Padrino. The people of Rimuru look to you for leadership, but they can't survive on your strength alone. They'll need everyone, including you, to be at their best when the next battle comes."
Padrino sighed. "We barely survived today. If Galdros comes back with a larger force, we won't stand a chance."
Hinata placed a hand on his arm, her touch gentle yet firm. "Then we make sure we're ready. The people believe in you. I believe in you. We'll find a way."
Padrino turned to look at her, her eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. She had always been a beacon of hope, her light magic not only a weapon but a symbol of what they were fighting for—a future where Rimuru could stand on its own, free from fear.
"We need more than hope," Padrino said, though her words had stirred something inside him. "We need resources, alliances, and more warriors. We can't hold Rimuru with just the few of us."
Hinata nodded in agreement. "Then let's start by strengthening what we already have. We've been fending off threats, but now it's time to take the fight to them. Galdros expects us to cower. Let's make them fear us instead."
Padrino's eyes hardened. "You're right. We've been playing defense for too long. It's time we change that."
By morning, the mood in Rimuru had shifted from one of despair to determination. The village had survived the night, and the sight of Galdros soldiers fleeing had ignited a spark of hope in the people. But Padrino knew that hope alone wouldn't save them.
He called a meeting of his council, gathering in the newly restored village hall. The structure was still damaged from the day's fighting, but it stood as a testament to their resilience. Around the long wooden table sat Marko, Hinata, Benji, Asuna, and a few other key figures who had proven themselves during the battle.
"We held the line," Padrino began, his voice carrying the weight of their shared experience. "But we all know Galdros will be back. We can't let them find us vulnerable again. From now on, we're not just defending Rimuru. We're preparing for war."
Marko leaned forward, his hands clasped in front of him. "I've already begun assessing our losses. We have about fifty fighters left, including those too wounded to return to battle anytime soon. We're in desperate need of reinforcements if we're going to mount any kind of defense."
"Reinforcements won't come from outside," Padrino said. "No one is coming to save us. Earlshide is crumbling, and the other villages are either too weak or too scattered to offer help. We have to train our own soldiers and fortify Rimuru ourselves."
Marko nodded. "We've started barricading the weaker points around the village, but that's not enough. We need proper walls, traps, and escape routes. And we need to build a militia—recruit every able-bodied person who can wield a weapon."
"I can help with that," Benji offered, sitting straighter in his chair. "I've been working with some of the younger fighters. They've shown promise, but they need more training."
Padrino smiled faintly at the boy's enthusiasm. Benji had grown so much in such a short time, transforming from a brash young fighter into a leader in his own right.
"Do it," Padrino said. "Train them well. We need every fighter we can get."
Hinata, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke. "We also need to think about alliances, Padrino. We're not alone in this war. There are others who share our hatred for Galdros. If we can reach out to them—convince them to join us—we might stand a better chance."
"Asuna's been working on that," Padrino said, glancing toward the quiet woman sitting at the far end of the table. "What's the status of our communications with the nearby villages and factions?"
Asuna shifted, her eyes cold and calculating as always. "I've made contact with a few rebel groups. Most are reluctant to get involved—too scared or too disorganized. But there's one faction in particular, the Outcasts from the Shattered Plains, that might be willing to ally with us. They've been fighting Galdros for years, but they lack leadership."
"They're a ragtag group of mercenaries and outlaws," Marko interjected. "Not exactly reliable."
"Maybe not," Padrino said, considering Asuna's words. "But they have something we need—numbers, experience in guerrilla warfare, and a grudge against Galdros. If we can unify them under one cause, we'll be stronger for it."
"We can't trust them entirely, though," Marko cautioned. "Mercenaries fight for coin, not loyalty."
"We'll make sure they have a reason to fight for us," Padrino replied. "Offer them something that Galdros can't—freedom, a home. Rimuru could become a sanctuary for those who oppose Galdros, not just a village."
The council was silent for a moment as Padrino's words hung in the air. It was a bold plan, but it was the kind of boldness they needed now. Rimuru couldn't stay a small, defenseless village forever. It had to grow, to become a symbol of resistance.
"We'll need resources to support that kind of growth," Marko said, ever the pragmatist. "Food, weapons, medicine—all of it in short supply."
"I can work on that," Hinata said. "My light magic can heal the wounded, but we'll need to forge alliances with nearby merchants or take back supply lines that Galdros controls."
"Leave that to me," Asuna added. "I've got contacts with some black-market traders who might be willing to smuggle in what we need, for the right price."
Padrino nodded. "Do whatever it takes. We don't have time to play by the rules anymore."
In the days that followed, the village of Rimuru transformed. What had once been a small, peaceful settlement was now a fortress in the making. Wooden walls were erected around the village perimeter, reinforced with sharpened stakes and hidden traps. Training sessions were held daily in the central square, with Benji leading groups of villagers through basic combat drills.
Padrino oversaw it all, his presence a constant reminder of the battle to come. He worked alongside his people, training, planning, and preparing for the inevitable clash with Galdros. But even as he threw himself into the preparations, a part of him couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in his gut.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Padrino stood atop the newly built wall, staring out into the fading light. The land stretched out before him, peaceful and untouched, but he knew better than to be deceived by appearances. Somewhere out there, Galdros was regrouping, plotting its next move.
"Lost in thought again?"
Padrino turned to see Hinata approaching, her expression soft. She had recovered some of her strength, though the toll of the battle still showed in the lines of her face.
"Just trying to figure out our next move," Padrino admitted, turning back to the horizon.
Hinata stood beside him, gazing out at the same landscape. "You can't do this alone, you know."
"I know," Padrino replied, though it was hard to accept. Leadership had always been a heavy burden, one he felt compelled to carry on his own.
"You have people who trust you. Who believe in you. Let them help," Hinata said, her voice gentle but firm. "You're not invincible, Padrino. None of us are."
Padrino chuckled, though there was little humor in it. "Sometimes it feels like I have to be."
"That's the weight of responsibility talking," she said. "But remember, Rimuru is more than just you. It's the people you lead, the bonds you've forged. We'll survive because we stand together."
Padrino nodded, taking comfort in her words. They were all in this fight together, and as long as they stood united, there was hope.
"Thanks, Hinata," he said, glancing at her with a small smile.
She smiled back, her eyes twinkling in the dim light. "Now, get some rest, Padrino. Tomorrow is another day of battle—whether on the field or in the mind."
As Hinata walked away, Padrino remained on the wall a little longer, watching the stars begin to dot the night sky. They had won a fragile victory, but the war was far from over. Rimuru was changing, growing stronger, but so was the enemy.
And when Galdros returned, Padrino would be ready.