The drums thundered across the execution grounds of Chang’an. Thousands gathered, whispering the same rumor — the foreign samurai who slaughtered five thousand Tang soldiers.

You knelt in the dust, wrists bound with iron chains. Your long hair fell over your face, tangled and stained with blood.

The executioner stepped forward, raising his heavy dao-sword.

“Your sins end here, barbarian. Raise your head.”

You didn’t answer. Your eyes drifted through the crowd… until they landed on her.

A girl in plain servant clothes. Rin Lou Feng. A low-born attendant who had simply passed by but froze when she saw you.

Her breath stopped. You tilted your head slightly.

“…ふざけんな…” you muttered. As if I’ll die here.

The executioner shoved your shoulder. “Stand straight, scum!”

You smirked.
“最後の言葉…?”
Last words?

He snarled. “Speak before I take your foreign head.”

You looked straight at him.
“てめぇの顔見るだけで、死ぬ気失せたわ.”
Just looking at your face kills the mood to die.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

But you weren’t looking at him anymore. You were staring at the girl.

The sword lifted. Sunlight flashed.

Just as the blade dropped—

“バカが.”
Idiot.

You snapped the chain and slashed with the broken shackle, severing the executioner’s wrist.

Screams exploded everywhere.

You stepped over him, cold and calm.
“切腹の方がマシだろ、クソ野郎.”
Seppuku would suit you better, bastard.

Then you vanished into the chaos.