The Battle of Mt. Senkoku – Seizen Kairo's Legendary Stand
Location:
The desolate plateau of Mt. Senkoku—a shattered monastery of the Black Clan. Snow falls softly, burying unmarked graves. A blood-stained wind whispers through crumbling torii gates. A single grave lies unburied, draped in a black sash: a girl's name etched in fading ink.
Narration:
They came in force.
Fifty elite Seekers. Relic-forged. Blood-bound. Chosen by the Grand Assembly to capture or kill Seizen Kairo—the phantom heir turned Red Order general.
But none of them truly knew what they were walking into.
Seizen stood alone.
A single black cloak fluttering in the wind. No visible weapon. His eyes closed.
The Seeker Captain raised his voice:
"Seizen Kairo! You are accused of war crimes, black Muti sorcery, and aiding the Red Order. Stand down!"
Seizen opened his eyes.
The Viatra flared—Tier 4. Dual irises, layered with spectral ringwork. One eye white-gold, the other obsidian-red.
"Tell me… have any of you stood before death and asked why it chose someone else?"
Twenty Seekers attacked first—spread formation, fire and sound Muti, weapons imbued with echo pulses. Standard blitz.
But when their blades landed—
They struck nothing but ash.
One by one, each attacker blinked—then found themselves alone, back in their childhood homes, or in ancient battlegrounds they had never visited. Some saw loved ones they lost. Others heard voices from the future.
Seizen hadn't moved.
"Genmugan: Mirror Echo Mausoleum." (Phantom Illusion Art – Reflective Grave Hall)
The Viatra, now pulsing softly, locked them in soul-bound time illusions. Not just hallucinations—experiences. Memories. Futures they never lived.
He whispered as each collapsed:
"This is what it means to see the soul. Not just the body… but the weight it carries."
The remaining thirty shifted to full assault:
• Relic Armor: Pulse-resistant plating
• Anti-Illusion Tonics
• Shadow-cleaving axes, holy-sigil runes, seismic field breakers
Still… Seizen did not raise his blade.
Instead, the wind changed.
Snow fell upward.
"Yurei Enkai: Wailing Flame Domain." (Ghostfire Field: A forbidden Abyssal illusion technique)
The world burned—but not with heat.
With memory.
Each Seeker felt flames erupt within their chest—manifesting unresolved guilt, trauma, or loss. Some screamed apologies. Others fell to their knees. A few turned on each other.
Phase Three – The Weapon Revealed
From the grave, Seizen finally draws his blade.
A sheathed relic-katana, bound in red threads.
"You think I fell from grace. No. I fell to protect her."
His Viatra Eye advanced to Tier 4.5—Time Echo Synchronization. He now sees choices not made. Consequences not chosen. Illusions born from what could have been.
He launches forward.
No flash. No sound. Just a cut.
Each strike lands where his enemies feared most—their weakest moment, their worst regret. His sword doesn't just pierce flesh. It reflects their inner failures.
"Kairo Art: Tsumi no Ketsuzoku – The Bloodline of Sin."
(Each enemy sees themselves commit the sin they feared becoming.)
Only five Seekers remain—those immune to illusions.
Their captain, breathing hard, stares him down.
"She… she died, didn't she?"
"The girl you loved. The girl they killed to send a message."
Seizen's face softens. The first emotion all battle.
His Viatra dims. Snow returns to falling downward.
"She had a name.
…A dream.
And none of you remember it."
He activates his Final Eye Form—Tier 5 Echo:
"Viatra Ascendant: Soul Grave Bloom."
A final illusion engulfs the mountaintop.
This one isn't cruel.
It's a memory.
The Seekers see her—the girl, sitting beside Seizen under a sakura tree, laughing, sketching her dreams in a journal. Talking about peace.
When the illusion ends, they're already dead.
No wounds. Just… stillness.
Fifty Seekers. Gone.
Legends call it The Grave of the Fifty.
The Seeker Assembly burned the records.
But whispers remain:
"If you see the Kairo Eye, don't look directly at it. You'll see your future—and hate it."
And in forgotten texts, her name is etched beside Seizen's in invisible ink:
Aika.
The girl whose dream was peace… and whose death gave birth to the Phantom King.