Strength of a Thousand Men

Well, it was actually not that strange except that the villagers here were wearing yukatas and a katana hanging in their waist, I was surprised to see them, even though they were samurai, almost all of them looked like a foreigner or to say mixed.

I may get a disciple whos weapon is samurai, this old man is getting excited, I and my two disciples strolled on the village, I stopped on a clothing shop and bought my disciples some yukatas, it was much better than having nothing, after that I noticed some villagers gathering.

I went close and saw that it was a notice board, I read the notice on the board.

⌜War Notice

The Barbarians will be trying to invade our village, our people raise your weapons and defend our village!⌟

Oh? I would like to see this, I turned around and saw the villagers were getting ready for the battle, some were already running to the direction of the battle area, We followed them and saw that the villagers were numbering up to hundreds, I looked in front and saw the barbarians numbering to thousands

This... They were losing on numbers, I sighed and looked at the villagers who had fighting spirit in their eyes, no one was scared of death, I can't help but praise them, I went in front of them, the villagers looked at me with confusion, "I would like to say some few words to you warriors" I said.

They all looked at each other and nodded, there was nothing to lose from a few words that I would say, I cleared my throat and said, "Here you all are as a warrior. Fight Until the end, no victory without Sacrifice. If you die, you will remember as a legend. If you come back, you will remember as a hero.", Gah! that was so embarrassing, I left after I said those words but the warriors in front of me understood what I meant, their fighting spirits rosed up and they all roared together.

At the same time, the sound of a horn sounded in the side of the barbarians, the war was starting, I went back to my disciples and told them to stay, I went to a corner and with the flick of my finger, my appearance changed into a samurai-like appearance, I had a ponytailed black hair and a blue yukata, blue katana was hanging on my waist (A/N: It was the same as Yasuo from LoL)

When I came back the war had already started the barbarians had already started charging, the villagers unsheathed their katanas and also charged at the barbarians, even though the villagers was low on numbers, their skills in wielding katana was remarkable, they can easily handle 2-3 barbarians simultaneously.

But still, with the overwhelming numbers of the barbarians, the villagers were also getting smaller and smaller, there was also a reason why I changed my appearance, there were females and children inside the village, I can't let the innocent die just like that.

I saw a young warrior on the battlefield swinging his katana like a valiant hero.

<<The Young Warrior POV>>

I had trained since I was young, my father taught the way of the sword, even though I found our village sword rather unusual, it was different from the common swords we saw from the merchants who passed to our village, one day a notice came to us, the barbarians were going to invade us.

I didn't need to think twice, he immediately joined the war, his father was too old to join the battle, I lined up in front and saw the overwhelming numbers of the barbarians, I turned my head around and saw the fighting spirits in their eyes, I too steeled myself but I still felt fear.

I saw a middle-aged man walking in the middle and said that he wanted to say something to us, the adults nodded and allowed him, I also listened carefully, he only said some few words but those words made our blood boil, the fear I felt was already gone, the horns sounded from the afar and the barbarians started charging at us.

I unsheathed my sword and also charged, the adults fearlessly charged at them, I also followed behind them, I met a barbarian who leaped in the air and tried to slash me but I moved faster and slashed him in half, 3 more barbarians arrived and tried to attack me.

I spun my body with the sword, like a tornado the barbarians around me were slashed in half, I felt like one sword is not enough, I picked another sword that the same as mine dropped by an adult who just died, I picked his sword and immediately slashed the swords around taking the barbarians life with every slash.

I was focused on the battle that I had been soaked in blood, I had already slain countless barbarians, and I too felt exhausted, I looked around and found that I was the only remaining, I was surrounded by the barbarians, I turned my head back to the village and felt anxious.

I roared with all my might and charged back to the village, I swung my sword around, A sword slashed my back but it was not deep, it made me kneel, gritting my teeth, I again spun around like a tornado slashing the barbarians around me, I again charged but this time because of my anger, some swords struck me and injuries were all over my body.

Ignoring the pain I charged and charged, I can't let my family be hurt, I cannot let these barbarians hurt them, I was only few meters away from the village, I used all of my strength just to reach the village, and when I arrived I saw a man wearing blue, the barbarians behind me didn't charge, I didn't know why but I used my last strength to crawl and grabbed the man's feet, tears came out of my eye and said: "Please, please protect my village!" I begged.

The man touched my head and I felt a warm feeling entering my body, "Do not worry" he said then I felt my injuries were recovering at a fast speed, I stood up and bowed to him with a great attitude he patted my shoulder and said.

"Raise your head, child. Look at the sun. Its golden light is here to heal you. Feel its warmth, feel its embrace. This heart of yours has been hurt. It craves an ending. But in the light of the sun, breathe and know that you are safe. Breathe and know that your kingdom awaits. Fear nothing, for even death, is a merciful embrace. Your heart's light shines with the same warmth as the heavenly sun. A golden heart for a golden home."

He said as he unsheathed his sword and stared at the barbarians in front of him, I raised my head and saw that he disappeared from his position and reappeared in front of the barbarians, there I saw His wrath bore no yield. His will knew not the limits of a mere man. His scowl showed no concern for the heathens of this heinous battlefield.

There he stood. Alone. One against one-thousand soldiers of the barbarians. The violent storm brewing around him, the rain falling with the velocity of a million arrows, the wind howling and gusting pass him with the brute force of a battering ram. His eyes gazing into the entire landscape of fallen soldiers from both sides of this accursed war, and then into the battle-ready soldiers that exchanged their own contemptuous leers. Not another moment was wasted. He charged forth, mighty sword in hand, into the heart of the legion, with one loud, thunderous roar.

His power was incomprehensible. One by one, each soldier falling before the legendary champion like leaves in the autumn cold. His swiftness was untraceable. The soldiers lost sight of him as quickly as they gained it, before falling to his fury. His courage was unrivaled. The spears and swords intimidated him not, gladly welcoming the danger they would bring, for the danger he brought would soon quell their existence.

The wicked feared him. The righteous honored him. The gods blessed him... with the Strength of a Thousand Men.

I looked at him with reverence and awe in my heart.