Taesan

(A/N: The Mc is set in medieval Japan rather than ancient China.)

Ayla arrived in the town after a few hours of walking and dealing with some demons that decided to attack.

'This is surely an ancient Japan world.' She saw mostly men and a few women with katanas holstered on their hips.

*Clack, clack, clack!

Black-armored foot soldiers armed with spears and a black and gold flag brandishing the name [Uchida Clan] marched forward, surrounding a luxurious carriage.

"Move out of the way, peasant. The young master of the Uchida Clan is here."

'Yep, this is definitely a world where the strong bully the weak.'

Choosing to avoid any potential trouble, Ayla walked to the side.

The horse-drawn carriage was about to pass me when a man within the carriage shouted. "Stop!"

The man opened the carriage's door and stepped out. He was a large, handsome man with black hair and black eyes, wearing a black and gold kimono that bared his chest and a katana holstered on his hip.

'I have a feeling what's going to happen next.'

"Hi there, do you want to come with me to my mansion and play?"

'As expected,' Ayla sighed in her heart, feeling disgust at the man's words. She responded quickly, not letting the man remain unanswered for too long. "No thanks."

An ugly and shocked expression, not fitting for someone of his status, replaced his gentle smile. "Since you're not taking my kindness, I'll do it forcefully."

He stretched out his hand in an attempt to grab Ayla's arm.

In the eyes of Ayla, this movement was slow and weak, seeming to have thought of her as someone who could easily be taken care of.

'With his actions alone, I can assume bigger muscles make you look stronger, and since women don't innately have strong muscles like men do, they are considered weak.'

The man grabbed her arm, thinking that since she was now in his grasp, she had given up, that her previous resistance was all a facade, and that this was going to be easy.

"Good, you chose the right thing. It would be better for such a beauty like you to have a man like me."

He tried using his strength to force Ayla into the carriage, but he instantly realized that no matter how much force he applied, he couldn't move her, as if she weren't a human but instead a thousand-ton statue.

Choosing to end this, Ayla grabbed his wrist and gripped it tightly, putting panic on the man's face as a cracking sound was heard from his wrist.

"Ah!" The handsome man's expression went from one of happiness to one of extreme pain as he lost his footing, making him fall to his knees.

He grabbed Ayla's hand that was gripping his wrist in an attempt to pull it off, but in the end he couldn't even move it an inch.

Ayla applied more pressure to his wrist.

*Shatter!

His wrist shattered as it went limp.

"Ahhh, you bitch. Men catch her for me."

The foot soldiers surrounded Ayla in a matter of seconds, showing that they weren't weak as they pointed their spears at her, prepared to kill without an ounce of mercy.

"If you surrender, then we won't hurt you, but if you dare to resist, you'll have no chance as you are surrounded and outnumbered."

Ayla ignored his statement and decided to walk away, causing the foot soldiers to attack in fury.

'Even if I attacked, it wouldn't change anything. So I'll just kill them.'

They thrust their spears at Ayla, and she began to attack, disappearing from my spot and slicing their heads and limbs off before they could even realize.

Soon there were only two left: the coachmen of the carriage and the young master of the Uchida Clan.

"You can't kill me. I'm the young master of the Uchida Clan. Once my family hears that you killed me, they'll hunt you down until you're dead."

"Like I care. They can just die, like you did today." Looking at him with cold eyes, Ayla noticed a yellow liquid dripping from between his thighs.

'He actually peed himself. pfft.' she snickered

"Why are you Laughing, bitch?"

"The fact that someone who wants me to be their woman peed themselves out of fear."

"You!"

"Die now, Kay." She swiped my dagger across his neck, cutting through it like butter.

*Thud!

His body fell to the ground, dead, as the coach attempted to flee.

"This carriage will work, but I need a coachman. So let's use the man who drove this carriage."

Ayla appeared behind the coachman, holding her dagger against his throat. The coachman froze in fear, the thought of death shadowing him with cold sweat dripping down his back.

"I'll let you live as long as you drive the carriage for me."