"When you dream, see yourself as a shōgun sitting on a throne, ruling this world. Causing ocean waves with just your words alone; all those old places with xenophobic individuals will crumble with each step you take.
"They might be shōguns that stand in your way, but somewhere down the line, those shōguns took out someone who sat on that throne. We are not born leaders: we make ourselves into leaders.
"To do that, we have to fight, even when the whole world goes against us. Keep fighting! Show the world the tale of someone they used to laugh at; be the one they all look up to!"
As Shinji concluded his speech, the last drops of doubt and fear in the group seemed to be taken by him. This is the first time they had seen him act so bluntly without any hint of playfulness, designating how serious he is.
Furthermore, he's bold enough to voice out a rebellion against the Bushi when they could hear is something worthy of admiration... Even when cornered a Tama-Artist is a Tama-Artist, after all.
Soon, some mortals unshealth their weapons, walking toward the Tama-Artists, their faces filled with malevolence. A minute later, the others mirrored their movements, including those morons who had decided to help earlier.
When they reached near their location, the group encircled the Bushi together with the muscle pumas they were fighting.
Two Tama-Artists had fortunately lost their lives while the hazel-eyed young man was talking.
Seeing the agency of the situation, Katsura pupils shrank to pin size. As a Tama-Artist —who failed his graduation— he never felt like there is value to mortal lives. After all, they're nothing but punching bags to relief his stress and rage.
When he thought about them rebelling in the past, he used fear to make sure the mortals didn't reach such a level. However, Shinji's actions —calling the beasts and instigating a rebellion— were something he never put to mind.
'I always knew that the number of the mortals here is too much...'
Cold sweat trickled down the stout's face, as he got pushed back by the muscle puma.
'We, Bushi, have to keep these mortals in check, because sometimes, the Tama we have can only amplify our abilities to reach the levels some of these mortals are.
'We should never let the mortals know our weakness, especially us who failed to be 1-Star Tama-Artist who can't move Rei outside our bodies, because of few reserves.
'I've failed the culture.'
Contorting his face, Katsura curses in his mind, 'Damn it all! I Should have installed fear into them properly.'
Meanwhile, Shinji, standing behind the encirclement, coldly gazes at the Tama-Artists hopelessness. Thinking of the times they lashed him, he clenches his fist scowling.
'If it weren't for Derniere-san who gave me a method to protect myself, I would have died in their hands!!'
—He won't be called Ngirozi Shinji if he is willing to let them have it easy!
"Argh!"
A sudden groan escaped his lips, as his rage made his head boil thanks to his sickness. Taking deep breaths, he tries to calm himself, but his mind kept on flashing unpleasant scenes...
As his temperature levels increase to the point of turning his skin red, he mutters, "Lila... Lila..."
Although his mysterious illness has no cure, it has a remedy called his girlfriend. Just the thought of her reduces his inner rage to magnificent levels... worse, be it when she is around.
Two minutes passed, and his temperature levels somewhat dropped. Taking out three arrows, he places them on his quiver, shooting toward the profound beasts.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Three puma's died.
katsura who thought he had miraculously survived was met with a loud stumping sound. The mortals were rushing over with the intent to kill him for all the times he harassed them.
A situation of go back to sender!
His Rei is depleted, and his hope lay on the other Bushi who were on their last leg to kill a group of nearly a one hundred thousand in numbers.
As the mortals rushed over to liberate themselves, Shinji's eyes were seeing a different scene:
A young boy, about seven, who had begged all day for money in the streets was smiling mischievously. That day he got a hefty amount of kuns, and was going to buy something warm to protect himself from the winter cold.
"Although it's been a year since I last ate, I shouldn't rush to buy food —I can live without it."
As he was about to count the kuns he got, a group of middle-aged men encircled him, taking his money.
Instantly, his frail hands grabbed one of the men.
"That's mine! Give it back!"
Shameless enough, the group turned around, and started hitting him. All the young Shinji could do was protect his head, his pleading gaze landing on the villagers. However, they ignored him, laughing and chatting about their daily businesses.
Now, that child is an onlooker to the first act of rebellion since the age regiments were introduced.
Hahahahaha—!
An insanely deranged laugh escaped Shinji's mouth, watching the Bushi pitifully fight for their lives like cornered rats. But, unlike corned rats, they had no energy to actually pull something, inciting Shinji to recall his childhood memories.
However, he kept on laughing in joy instead of sadness. Although he might feel sad for others, he doesn't know how to do it for himself.
Nobody taught him how to handle such things —no one takes his problems seriously—, and he placed his 'sadness' in the category of 'fun'. In retrospect, he is doing more harm to himself than good.
A moment passed, and blood gushed out from Shinji's mouth, because of his atrocious sickness. Nonetheless, he didn't stop laughing. He fell to the ground, but his laughter increased.
When the Bushi died; now, laying in a pool of his blood, did he stop.
A guy who laughs at his pitiful young self who couldn't do a thing to protect himself; doesn't care if his body is in pain, because no one felt empathy for him when he needed it the most, that's him!
Ngirozi Shinji (Kokusei)!