Kami no gyakuten:The yamato hero-Chapter 51: A Warrior’s Flame

The great chamber of the ancient Yamato council echoed with murmurs and heavy footsteps. All clan leaders and elders had assembled—stern faces, folded arms, and troubled hearts. The air was thick with tension as war loomed on the horizon. The target: the Samodiva Clan.

"They are planning to revive the King of Hell," a kazan clan elder declared, slamming his fist on the table. "We cannot ignore that dark aura!"

"They've already begun some kind of ritual," added another elder from the Moon Mist Clan, his voice grim. "If we let this go on, Yamato will fall."

As voices rose, one cut through the noise—clear, youthful, yet filled with authority.

"Let us go ourselves."

All eyes turned to the young man with a glowing green trident resting on his back. His presence radiated power and calm. His name was Lucas, the prodigious warrior from the moon mist Clan.

Lucas stepped forward, the green aura swirling gently around him. "Only the elders and leaders should go," he said firmly. "If we send our full forces, we risk countless lives. The Samodiva Clan is dangerous, but most of their population is innocent. This war should end swiftly—with precision. We strike the roots, not the forest."

A silence followed, then slow nods of agreement. Even the most battle-hardened warriors respected Lucas's wisdom. Strategy discussions resumed, but Lucas quietly slipped out of the chamber. His mind needed space, his heart restless.

He wandered toward the lake near the Kazan borders, where steam rose from the earth and red cows grazed lazily. There, he saw him—a young man, shirt soaked in sweat, fists bruised, punching the air again and again with quiet desperation.

Lucas approached, his boots crunching the grass beneath him. The young man didn't stop until Lucas casually said, "Hello."

Ruji turned quickly, surprised by the man's presence. "Hello, sir."

Lucas studied him. The boy looked no older than nineteen, yet his eyes had known sorrow. His stance was untrained, but his spirit was burning like wild fire.

"Why are you training so hard?" Lucas asked. "Is it for the war?"

Ruji shook his head. "No... I'm training to protect someone. Someone who loves me... more than I understand."

Lucas's curiosity lit up. "Oh? And who might that be? A friend? A sibling?"

Ruji hesitated, but something about Lucas's calmness allowed him to speak the truth. "A girl. She... she's from the Samodiva Clan."

Lucas blinked slowly and chuckled. "Ah. Thought so. Just a guess."

Ruji lowered his gaze. "They'll kill her if they find out about us. But she believes in me... and I can't let her down."

Lucas tilted his head, watching the younger man. "You know, Ruji... war isn't just swords and powers. It's choices. And sometimes, we fight even knowing we might lose."

Ruji clenched his fists. "I know I'm not strong. I don't have powers like all of you. I was born weak... but I'm not afraid of dying. I'll protect her, even if I have to stand against your entire army."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Even the clan elders? Even the leaders?"

"If they touch her..." Ruji's voice lowered, firm as steel. "They'll die."

A short silence passed between them. Then Lucas chuckled again, this time louder. "You're a funny guy, Ruji. Insanely reckless... but I like that."

Ruji looked confused, but Lucas's expression softened.

"You know, I was once like you. I believed strength was everything. But sometimes... it's the people with no power, no fame, no legacy... who change the world."

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He turned around, glancing at the still waters of the lake. "You're not strong yet. But your spirit... it's the kind of flame that never dies."

Lucas began walking away, trident shimmering on his back.

"Train hard, Ruji. And if fate is cruel... stand your ground, no matter what."

Ruji stood frozen, breathing hard as those words etched themselves into his soul. Lucas disappeared into the mist of the forest path, leaving behind a boy who had finally begun to believe... that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't powerless after all.