Battle of Yamatai (5)

Kozuki and Genji's forces clashed, the middle of the battlefield divided by an irregular, wavering line. The two locked armies stood distinctly on either side, constantly shifting, advancing or retreating.

"The momentum's just right! Hahaha!"

A man from the Genji camp charged out with wild laughter, swinging his katana. Its path seemed to paint a demon's head in the air, its gaping bloody maw choosing victims to devour. With every rise and fall of his blade, sprays of steaming blood splashed around him.

Daimyo Takeda watched from the sidelines, irritation on his face. "What is that bastard doing? He's even attacking our own men!"

"Hmph... he really is arrogant." Daimyo Shimazu could not help but sneer.

There were no lack of sharp-instincted men in the Genji army. Sensing a gloomy gale thick with killing intent sweep past them, they hurriedly leaped out of its path. When they looked ahead again, their sight was filled with severed limbs and mangled corpses. Cold sweat immediately ran down their backs. Had they reacted even a little slower, they would probably have lost half an arm by now!

"A red gourd..." Someone sharp-eyed cried out in alarm. "That's Shuten, leader of the Izumo Society!"

Even Genji soldiers standing farther away turned to look in that direction, frowning. "That guy's going too far!"

"The enemy is charging over!!"

Several officers of the Kozuki army saw this and urgently warned their subordinates, telling them to stay alert.

"Rampaging Sake Aura!"

Shuten drove straight in, whipping up a scarlet whirlwind across the chaotic battlefield. Like cutting down wheat, he madly reaped the lives around him. Wherever he passed, his momentum was unstoppable, and no one dared face his edge!

"Black-haired bastard, die!"

A bare-chested giant sprang out from the disorderly troops, wielding a massive battle axe. He