"Takeda-sama!"

  "Damn invaders!"

  "Kill him and aveakeda-sama!"

  Upon seeing Takeda Saburō sin, several samurai turned red-eyed with rage. Wielding their bdes, they charged forward furiously.

  "Uncles, I've already seen how you will die!"

  Holstering his gun and gripping his bde tightly, Dal maintained a calm demeanor.

  Despite it being his first time otlefield, he showed no trace of disfort, panic, or fear.

  As the enraged samurai lu him, Dal’s youthful figure suddenly vanished from his spot, leaving only a streak of blue fmes behind.

  "g! g!"

  "Ahhh!"

  Amidst the csh of steel, a magnifit phoenix cloaked in blue fmes emerged. The intense heat distorted the air, engulfing the charging samurai in an instant.

  "Dal, why did you suddenly sces with me?!"

  The phoenix, s gracefully in the sky, gnced back to where it had been moments before.

  There stood Dal, who had exged positions with Sif, his sister.

  "Because Sister Sif’s fmes are way strohan mine!"

  Dal blinked ily, his tone fident and matter-of-fact.

  "Tch—"

  With a fsh of fiery steel, Sif swung her fme-wreathed bde. The samurai who had appeared before her, pletely unprepared, lost his head in a single stroke.

  "Die, you wretched brat!"

  At that moment, a middle-aged samurai— ornate armor and exuding a anding presence—dashed toward Dal like lightning. His sword, wreathed in fiery Haki, sshed downward.

  "Whoosh!"

  Before he could strike, his vision blurred.

  Out of nowhere, another samurai appeared in front of him, narrowly parrying his attack just in time.

  The newly arrived samurai broke into a cold sweat, his face flushed with rage. Turning to gre at the figure now standing before him, he roared, "Hey, Fujiwara! What the hell are you doing?!"

  "It wasn’t me!" Fujialed, hastily shouting, "Watch out—!"

  But it was too te.

  A gleaming bde pierced ly through the inal samurai’s chest.

  "That’s the eighteenth one!"

  Dal beamed as he pulled his blood-soaked sword free, turning his gaze to Fujiwara Santayū.

  "Now it’s your turn, Uncle Samurai!"

  "Damn it…"

  Furious and startled, Fujiwara drew his sword with precision and charged at lightning speed.

  "One Sword Style—"

  "Tch—"

  With a fsh of steel, Dal darted past him.

  The sound of steel sang as Fujiwara’s bde sliced ly through a target. Blood sprayed into the air.

  "What?!"

  Spinning around, Fujiwara’s face turned pale with shock.

  He had cut down not Dal, but another samurai—his own ally.

  The three-eyed boy was o be seen.

  "Whoosh!"

  Suddenly—

  "Fujiwara-sama!"

  "Damn invader!"

  "Kill him and avenge Fujiwara-sama!"

  Witnessing Fujiwara Santayū’s death, several samurai charged forward in rage, their bdes raised high.

  "Uncles, I’ve already seen how yoing to die!"

  Dal put away his gun and raised his sword fidently. Despite being a child, his posure otlefield remained unshaken.

  As the furious samurai rushed at him, his youthful figure suddenly vanished, leaving behind only a streak of blue fmes.

  "g! g!"

  "Ahhh!"

  A phoenix cloaked in shimmering blue fmes appeared in his pce, its bzi dist the air. The charging samurai were engulfed in the fmes, screaming as they turo ash.

  Meanwhile, Dal, now at a distaurned his gaze toward his brother Thor, who was locked in fierbat.

  "Thor, I ’t beat him. I’ll leave it to you!"

  Without waiting for a reply, Dal waved and disappeared, leaving the fight to his older brother.

  "Dal, you…!"

  Thritted his teeth, annoyed, as he faced the skilled samurai. Sparks flew as their ons cshed.

  Thor’s body crackled with electricity as he surged forward. With a powerful swing of his leg, he unleashed a devastating kick: "Lightning Kick!"

  "Boom!"

  The samurai barely mao block the attack with his bde, but the overwhelming force sent him flying. His hands trembled, and his on nearly slipped from his grasp.

  Before he could recover, Thor raised his arm, lightning gathering at his wrist.

  "100 Million Volts: Divine Judgment!"

  "Boom! Boom!"

  A massive lightning bolt struck down, engulfing the samurai. Electricity surged through him, leaving him incapacitated as he colpsed to the ground.

  From afar, Lillian, who had been closely monit the battlefield, sighed in exasperation.

  Meanwhile, Medusa, fluttering her wings, fired a barrage of pi-shaped arrows at a group of samurai.

  "Swish! Swish!"

  The arrows struck their targets, instantly turning two or three of the samurai into stoatues.

  "Damn it!"

  Another samurai, e seeing his rades turo stone, charged toward Medusa.

  Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked fearfully at the oning attacker. "Please don’t hurt me! I’m scared!"

  The samurai, captivated by her i demeanor, hesitated. "Of course not… we wouldn’t hurt you."

  "Lovestruck Wind!"

  With a sweet smile, Medusa formed a heart shape with her hands and unleashed a wave of pink light. The mesmerized samurai turo stone instantly.

  As another samurai charged at her in fury, he shouted, "You demon! Die!"

  His sword struck her, but there was no blood—ion at all.

  Medusa tilted her head, her rge, tearful eyes brimming with innoce. "Uncle Samurai, would you really hurt me? I’m so scared…"

  The samurai froze, guilt overwhelming him. "I… I’m sorry… Wait, no! You—!"

  Before he could finish, a heart-shaped beam of light struck him, turning him into stone.

  Medusa kicked the statue, shattering it into pieces.

  "Rude man! You even ruined my outfit!”

  Bleam