Chapter 19: War

"We are going to intervene. My mission is to slay the undead, but when it comes to Noxus... I also have a bone to pick with them." Lucian said, holding his two weapons.

Syrme sighed and looked at the map for the last time.

"If what the map shows is correct, we should be in Navori... the Ionian City."

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The army of Noxus was for about thousand and thousands of soldiers. Several warships and vessels were on the coast of the Ionian city. From over Syrme's ship, you could see the people fighting for their lives. The local people weren't prepared for the assault, and as a result, a lot of them were in the ground, bleeding and dying.

The difference between the armed Noxus soldiers and the casual farmers from Ionia was enormous.

But the Ionians still had their Champions and the militia that managed to come in time.

One of them was very young, about fourteen-fifteen years old. She had violet-bluish hair and was dressed in pink clothes. Her style of fighting was incredibly beautiful and smooth, dancing between the soldiers and veterans with her sharp flying blades. It was like seeing a dancing tornado in the middle of the battlefield. Another person dominating the battlefront was a tanned woman with little jade wings on her back, she had an immense pressure of spiritual energy, and from what Syrme could see, a lot of experience too.

'Irelia and Karma.'

But even if they could still hold against thousands.

They couldn't hold against hundred of thousands.

Also adding to the fact that their Commanders were other Champions.

'Jericho Swain, Sion, and Darius.'

Syrme was in an internal conflict with himself.

'What do I do? Do I confront the Noxian army or leave all the work to Lucian and the Ionians.'

Syrme sighed.

"I am just a traveler. I just want to go home..." Syrme reasoned with himself.

'Ionia didn't do anything wrong. They just wanted to live in peace... They didn't choose to invade other countries for their benefit. They wanted to be left alone.' His mind replied.

"But... If I chose to defend this country, Noxus would put me in their Bounty Board for sure..." He murmured, but even with his ears, the excuse sounded weak.

'And leave all these peaceful people to die for themselves? It is really that wrong, choosing to defend those who need to be saved? Isn't that the reason you told yourself when you helped Ekko's gang?' His mind reasoned.

He took a deep breath and looked at the battlefield.

Karma was obliterating a vessel with her spiritual fury, the crew in it perished with the ship.

"Do I leave...?"

Swain summoned a flock of ravens, and they ate the dead to gain more strength.

'Do I fight...?'

Sion cleaved with his ax to a married couple that decided to defend their home.

'This is not the same as with Miss Fortune! She chose the path of revenge, and she will have to deal with the consequences and repercussions of it!'

Irelia was on the way to the Commander, trying desperately to pass through the soldiers.

"These humble people didn't choose this."

Darius swung his battleax around him, and lives ended in blood.

'The Noxian chose this.'

Lucian was helping a group of Ionians blacksmiths and their sons and daughters with his incredible speed.

"They chose war instead of mutual agreements. They chose domination and meaningless deaths rather than make friends with other countries."

'They chose greed and war.'

"Instead of compassion and peace."

"If you think... I will stay still... when there are innocent people in jeopardy. If you all think... I'm going to let you destroy this place just for the sake of it." Syrme glared at the battlefield.

'You are wrong...' He bent his knees.

"Here I dream, here I learn." He chanted.

Syrme leaped through the air.

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Irelia was not having a good week.

As a small child, Xan Irelia was captivated by the elegance and beauty of human movement. Under her grandmother's tutelage, she learned the traditional silk dances of her province.

Seeking to master the art, she eventually left home to study with some of Ionia's most respected performers at the Placidium of Navori.

Irelia's people were peaceful and sought harmony with their neighbors, but rumors of foreign invaders sighted off the coast unsettled many at the Placidium.

Irelia returned to her village to find it already occupied, with steel-helmed soldiers from distant Noxus shoving unarmed civilians through the streets with the butts of their spears. The Noxian Admiral Duqal had seized the Xan home to quarter his fleet officers.

Irelia's brothers and her father Lito had protested; her entire family now lay in unmarked graves, in the gardens.

In the quiet forests beyond, Irelia mourned her family and thought back to her grandmother's teachings. She realized that the techniques she had learned were more than mere dances—they were a powerful expression of something far more significant.

In the same week of her parent's demise, she found herself back at the Placidium. Her band of resistance fighters joined the militia who had sworn to guard the monasteries and wild, sacred gardens.

It was at this moment that Irelia rose to meet her destiny. A dozen of Swain's veterans fell, sowing chaos in their ranks as the other Ionians joined her.

They tried.

They soon started to fall one by one in the passing of the battlefield. She was sure it was her final moments in life.

Dying in battle.

And as a result, her home would be burned to the ground.

She was being overwhelmed with numbers when she heard a sonic boom. At first, she didn't put much thought into it. She thought that sound would be the noise of new cannons developed by Noxus.

She was wrong.

It came like a missile directly into the heart of the battle. Leaving a cloud of dust and a few tremors that shook the ground.

"Katon: Gouka Mekkyaku (Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation)!" Shouted someone in the cloud.

Fire.

A lot of Fire.

A Tsunami of fire was released into the Noxian army like a natural disaster. The few Noxians that were in time to see the wave didn't have time to alert the rest of their impending death.

Screams of anguish and agony followed wherever the fire went, and the smell of burnt flesh entered the nostrils of the fourteen years old girl.

It was like a scene of nightmares.

The Tsunami was still getting more prominent by moments, getting close to the coast, and engulfing the warships and vessels.

When the dust cleared, everyone could see a boy with black curly hair and red eyes. He wore a black leather jacket, and he was making a weird gesture with his hands.

Blowing from his mouth was the origin of the Tsunami of fire.

The Noxians that survived the attack weren't unscathed. Some had charred arms or legs. Others went bald or were left twitching on the floor.

He took out a katana from somewhere, and the katana suddenly started to vibe with electricity flowing around it.

"I will say this just once." The boy started — his voice booming through the whole battlefield.

"Return from where you came from...!" He continued, his eyes glowing to the Noxians.

"Or die." He said more quietly, but the words were still heard from everyone.

If someone were to see a kid in the middle of the battlefield saying those kinds of things, they would laugh at him and ignore him, or even kill him on the spot for insulting their convictions.

But they didn't laugh.

Noxians had a reputation of a deeply proud people who valued strength above all. When they went to battle, they didn't stop until the fight was over.

So it wasn't surprising when the living Noxians, not just from the fire, but from all the places of the battlefield focused on the powerful newcomer.

His response...

"So be it."

If the previous massacre was a scene from nightmares.

The dark-amethyst skeleton that rose around the black-haired youth was a scene from Night Terrors.

Shortly after, the muscles started growing, and a giant katana word with the same color formed between the hands of the 'thing'. Lastly, an armored visage surrounded it, making it look like one of the Samurais from Ionia.

"Susanoo!" The boy announced from inside the 'thing'.

The now proclaimed 'Susano' made several hand signs and pushed his hands to the floor. After a few seconds, the terrain started trembling, and from the ground, a gigantic wall of stone emerged to the skies.

Making it impossible for the Noxians to pass through it.

"I hope you lot are prepared... because I'm not holding back this time." He said.

Irelia and most of the protectors of Ionia stopped thinking correctly, looking at the wall and the kid that now was fighting the Noxians.

Even Lucian had his mouth hanging from the entrance of his companion. He knew he was strong and he didn't go all out in his encounters with him in the ship.

But this...

The Susano was cleaning the battlefield like a war god that descended from heavens. Each time he swung his katana, hundreds of Noxians died, the Noxians tried to penetrate the armor with their cannons and arrows, but the monstrous thing didn't have a scratch.

When the boy was close enough, he paused and said another strange word that would produce chills in the bodies of the Noxians.

"Amaterasu!"

And Noxus burned.

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'My chakra is almost emptied, now is the turn of another skillset.'

Syrme deactivated the Susanno.

The Noxian army, realizing the scary thing wasn't there anymore, decided to take the opportunity to dispose of the root of the problem.

Syrme, already prepared for the oncoming battle, activated his Sharingan and reinforced his body.

The Noxians didn't know what happened afterward. He was running to such speeds, that the human eye couldn't follow his movements.

Commander Swain, having enough of this insect that dares stumble in the battlefield and kill his men, transformed into a demon.

Black wings appeared on his back. His visage appeared more demonic and vicious. He launched into Syrme with tremendous speed of flight and summoned a wicked eye to take a closer look at him.

When Syrme was killing some Noxians, he heard a flap of wings from the direction of the biggest warship. Deducing it was Swain, he augmented the reinforcement in his limbs.

The two of them suddenly disappeared, fighting in the air like two falcons. Syrme alternated with his animagus form of a raven and fighting through the air with his taijutsu and taekwondo moves. Swain, however, was keeping it up with him. Syrme was in his terrain, so he had a little advantage against him.

Throwing power blasts and electric bolts of eldritch power, Swain tried to fry the insect. But, Syrme, with excellent coordination in the air in his animagus form and his human form, he dodged the attacks from the Commander.

"Fiendfire!" Syrme casted into the air. A huge Raven of fire went into Swain, but the Commander dodged it with little difficulty.

The problem was... it wasn't directed at him.

Swain heard the screams from his fleet and looked at his warship with surprised eyes. Then, he looked again at Syrme with a glare that could freeze hell.

"You will pay for that." Swain spoke to Syrme for the first time.

A drop of water fell into the nose of Syrme. Soon enough, a full storm started to form in the skies.

Syrme smiled.

'It seems it worked... At least all the chakra I used to form the fire wasn't in vain.' He thought, holding his left eye with one hand.

And he disappeared from Swain's sight.

Syrme did a Shunshin no Jutsu to appear on top of the wall he made at the beginning of the fight. He was looking calmly at the clouded sky.

"Sorry, Sasuke, but I'm going to borrow your technique for a little while." He apologized to the storm.

A thunder roared. The sound resonated through the battlefield as if someone whispered in their minds.

For some reason, everyone that was fighting came to a stop. Even Swain, who was looking for him, stopped what he was doing to look at the sky.

Syrme concentrated into molding the massive amount of lightning chakra he gathered in the stormy clouds.

The sound stopped.

The birds flew away, and the battleground went quiet.

Even the thunder ceased.

A Raven-like electric creature peeked through the clouds to look at the Warships and Noxian army.

"Kirin."