Akime looked back and saw 300k soldiers and a similar flag. She got into her fighting stance, chills running through her as terror gripped her. A shadow loomed behind Akime. "Good job," he said.

  She looked back and saw the king of Polaris—Shingen, an 8ft 6in muscular male with long hair. Shingen said, "Here, take these crystals and embed them into your katana's handle gaps." He whispered something in her ear, took Reo, and disappeared with those men

  The 300k soldiers ran toward Akime.

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  Scene shifts to an underground bunker where Reo was tied up. Shingen approached, grabbed his neck, and said, "You filthy human—I never thought Guan Yu would entrust someone like you with this glaive. Do you even know the requirements? It's vision, and you obviously don't have it, stitched bastard.”

  Akime stood with the gold crystals embedded in her katana, glowing with aura. She took off her mask—her ethereal beauty shone with the aura, but her smirk was devilishly ugly.

  As she was about to charge, another warrior appeared beside her—tall and scary like a mountain, but with presence and face like sun rays. Akime said, "Who are you, and why are you here?" He introduced himself: "I am Large Katana of Kochab—Narcissus.”

  "And why are you helping our nation?" Akime said.

  He replied, "If we let Polaris get taken over by Albireo and Deneb, do you think they will hesitate to break the contract and not attack us next? So it's not for your nation as it is for my nation's safety," with a smile