A Revolution of One

At the iron-plated city gate, an enormous bear paw print appeared. In the blink of an eye, the entire gate was sent flying a thousand miles away before countless horrified onlookers.

"Who? Who dares cause trouble here? How dare you defy the king's orders—"

Before he could finish, the messenger who had just been throwing his weight around and barking orders turned around and froze stiff.

"Ba... Bartholomew Kuma! What's going on?! Aren't you a commander of the Revolutionary Army? Weren't you supposed to have left for the Revolutionary Army's headquarters long ago?!"

"Where is Bekori? Take me to him... Also, where would you like to travel?"

Cold sweat soaked through his luxurious clothes. The official dropped to his knees and begged for mercy, but Kuma, usually kind to others, said nothing and sent him flying to an uninhabited island with a single slap.

"Fire! Fire! This man is the enemy!"

Sparks continuously blossomed before him. Kuma neither dodged nor evaded, slowly compressing the air into a bubble the size of a bear paw.

"Run! It's an air cannon!!!"

A soldier who had experienced that overwhelmingly one-sided battle twenty-two years ago shouted hoarsely, but dazzling light completely engulfed every soldier.

Rumble!

As the light faded, Kuma had precisely avoided harming the surrounding civilians while rendering every soldier unconscious. Unable to suppress the anger in his heart, he walked toward the Sobel Palace beneath the gazes of the people.

Inside the palace, Bekori sat upon the throne he had regained after so long, dreaming of the wonderful future awaiting him. He raised his wineglass, just about to drain it in one gulp.

A series of violent tremors traveled from afar toward the palace, each one drawing closer and closer.

"Guards? What's happening? Has the fire not been put out yet? Why