The Country of Roses stretched as far as the eye could see—rolling fields of emerald grass, trees swaying gently in the breeze, and countless red roses glowing like embers under the sun. Every festival, every celebration, the people adorned themselves and their homes with roses, honoring both beauty and tradition.
In this land, a legend was born: the swordsman of the Void Century, Karyu Tenshin. Even in death, his legacy endured. His mythical sword, Shinkourai, also known as the Heart Splitter, rested beside his grave—an eternal tribute to the hero who had once shaped the fate of their nation.
But peace shattered.
BOOM! BOOM! The earth trembled beneath deafening explosions as buildings crumbled and smoke rose like dark clouds over the crimson fields.
People screamed in terror:
"Run!" "What's happening?"
"It's the navy… why are they attacking us?"
Amid the chaos, a figure emerged, towering and commanding. Supreme Admiral Uruma Nithel stepped forward, his cloak fluttering in the wind, eyes cold and unyielding.
Uruma: "Hand me the sword… Shinkourai."
The citizens stood firm, their faces pale but resolute. The sword was more than steel—it was the heart of their country, the soul of their heritage, mourned every year in a festival honoring Karyu Tenshin.
Man (shouting, defiant): "We will never hand it over! Not to anyone… not even the navy!"
Uruma's gaze hardened, his voice calm but lethal: "It will serve justice."
The man's laughter cracked through the chaos, sharp and bitter: "Justice!? You call this justice? Bombing our homes, slaughtering the innocent, disrespecting the honor of our people… THAT is your justice?"
Uruma's eyes widened slightly, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. The roar of the explosions drowned the world, yet in that moment, the weight of his actions pressed heavier than the fires engulfing the city.