Sora: "Get on the warships. We leave—now."
The battlefield lay silent… save for the distant crashing of waves and the eerie echo of a life extinguished.
The sea churned violently, as if mourning the passing of the old legend whose blood it had just drunk. Each wave seemed to rise in sorrow, thrashing against the shore, paying tribute to the man who had once commanded its respect.
Uruma, standing onto the warship, broke the silence.
Uruma: "I see it… 'Karyu Tenshin' the legendary swordsman of the void century inside him. Sora… you embody the very essence of Karyu."
A quiet weight settled over the battlefield. Uruma finally continued:
Uruma: "Sora, I will give you the Shinkourai sword."
Sora, a faint smile curving his lips, bowed slightly.
Sora: "Thanks… I'd appreciate it."
The scene shifted to Orimo, observing the aftermath of the war.
Orimo: "He was one hell of a person… bounty of six billion Ryo."
Ryuki: "Yeah… he was the only rival of the Devil King, Ryuta Konan."
Auransa: "The navy lost a lot… he truly was a legend."
Orimo rose to his feet, eyes burning with resolve.
Orimo: "I'm setting sail again. Auransa… join my crew."
Auransa blinked in surprise.
Auransa: "Hey! Where did that come from?"
Ryuki shrugged, a faint grin on her face.
Ryuki: "I wouldn't mind having you aboard."
Auransa looked toward the horizon, torn between loyalty and opportunity.
Auransa: "How can I just leave my country like this?"
The sun dipped low, painting the battlefield in crimson and gold, as the sea whispered its final tribute to a legend lost—but not forgotten.