“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants. “From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?” “Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!” His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered. He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart!
At this moment, the western coast of the Empire's Great Western Region, had already become a battlefield because of the havoc caused by Garcia's three hundred Great Warriors.
Most of these three hundred Garcia's Great Warriors were split up into countless small teams comprised of three to five people. They spread out across the land and caused great damages, burning villages down, killing people, and looting as well.
These Garcia's Great Warriors' abilities were not comparable to the Empire's Knights because they had not managed to pass down their martial arts knowledge in Garcia.
But now, there was a situation which had never occurred before, one where they send out such a large number of people to carry out a large-scale battle. To think that they were able to suppress the Western Garrison which comprised of over a hundred people.
Thus, they had to request for the Royal Academy's support.