The sky over Jurashi didn't turn dark from clouds; it turned dark from the sheer number of Kaiju descending from the heavens. The village was no longer a place of noodles and training; it was a fortress under siege.
Krishenmaru stood at the center of the war plaza, the Fire and Land Katanas strapped to his back. Around him, the survivors of the search team—Arashi, Kurozan, Akuma, Fujiko, and a still-blind but deadly Pradhanjiro—formed a protective circle.
The Arrival of the Commander
A jagged purple portal ripped open in the center of the battlefield. Kenji stepped out, his scales crackling with the stolen electricity of the Thunder Katana. In his other hands, he gripped the Water and Wind blades. The power of three elements radiated off him like a heatwave.
"Listen well, children of Jurashi!" Kenji's voice boomed, shaking the tiles off the roofs. "Give me the final two Katanas, or I will turn this village into a river of blood. Any doubts?"
Shogun Akuma stepped forward, his hand on his hilt. "Sorry, Kenji. No way."
Kenji's eyes glowed a malicious red. "Then me too, sorry. I am going to end the history of this bloody, stupid Bushido today."
The Confrontation
Krishenmaru's grip tightened on his sword. "If you utter a single word more against our way, my blade will find your neck. Remember that."
Kenji laughed, a sound like grinding metal. "A single word? Okay, I will give you two: Bloody Bushido. Bush... bush... Bushidorrrr! Now, where is your katana, boy?"
Krishenmaru didn't wait. He moved like a streak of flame, launching himself at the Commander. But Kenji was faster, fueled by the Wind Katana's speed. He caught Krishenmaru by the throat mid-air with a single massive claw. The boy's katana clattered to the stones.
"I know you," Kenji hissed, lifting Krishenmaru higher until his toes dangled off the ground. "You are the friend of that traitor Nadakure. You want to see him? You go and tell him I miss him!"
With a sickening twist, Kenji wrenched Krishenmaru's neck and hurled his limp body across the plaza. The hero hit the stone with a dull thud and didn't move.
The Ultimate Betrayal
The Samurais let out a roar of grief and charged, but the Kaiju army met them with equal ferocity. In the chaos, a Kaiju scout ran toward Kenji, dragging a heavy gunny bag that was thrashing and screaming.
Krishenmaru's eyes flickered open. His vision was blurred, his neck screaming in pain, but he saw the bag. He saw the small, familiar hand reaching out from the fabric.
"Hello, Grandpa!" Kenji mocked, looking at the wounded Krishenmaru. "We learned your Bushido lessons. Now... choose. The Katanas or the girl? You have two minutes."
Krishenmaru looked at Nadashi, then at the elemental blades. He could feel the spirit of the Ancestor vibrating in his soul. He reached for the Katanas, sliding them across the blood-stained floor toward Kenji. "Take them. Just let her go."
Kenji snatched the blades, his laughter filling the sky. "Good boy! But sorry... I am a bad boy!"
Before Krishenmaru could reach her, Kenji opened a massive portal. He stepped through, dragging the screaming Nadashi into the darkness along with the five Katanas.
"The King is coming!" Kenji's voice echoed as the portal vanished. "And your sister will be the first to greet