魔界 Demon World: Ancient Japan: Volume 1

Theme Playing: Zelda TP: Ganondorf Sword Fight.

"Gah!" His left hand begins to form lightning, he punches the ground, forming a electric explosion from the distance of the barrier. He kneels on the ground, his fist on the ground and tired.

"Try your worst, bwa haha.." Soga gets up, his left hand being darkened and immobilized. His right hand wields his blade, slowly walking to him and getting the kill.
"I didn't become General...for nothing..." He pants.

Ichiha just nonchalantly, but with the same strange determination about holding her blade, unveiled it and made a side-swipe towards said General.

"Eh?" Soga was confused, he could have sworn he blocked the rest of those accursed foreigners out of the way and leaving that Izogoth fool. Soga sighed, as he is in a bigger disadvantage. "Die!" His right hand blazes, he manages to punch the ground from the sudden swipe. Inside the barrier was a inferno of fire. It only lasted for 5 seconds.

"Gah..pathetic girl...YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS IN THE AFTERLIFE!"With no power or control of his hands, Soga was defenseless. He couldn't even wield his own blade. Soga fell backward, watching Izogoth about to kill him.

Soga no Utoku was no more. The green glow of his eyes faded. The barrier faded, the others are able to go up the staircase. Hiryu's wound seems to be taken care of, but he was suspicious of Soga no Utoku. He seemed familiar, even as a demon. Hiryu and Goro went up the staircase, and taking the longer staircase up.

Ichiha sighed and put the blade back into place. She had used the damn thing in the last few hours as much as she had used it in her whole life. Shaking her head and walking behind Goro and Hiryu, she sullenly decided it'd be best to just get this over as quickly as possible.

Goro and Hiryu stopped, seeing the staircase ending with a dead end. Goro looked upwards, and saw a square outline. Goro maked a fist and punched the square as hard as he can. The wood inside the outline was destroyed. Hiryu and Goro climbed up the Square-like opening. They reach back to the uppergrounds, between two houses and towards the hole they fell into.

Hiryu walked to the center and checked the vicinity. He saw six houses, a castle, and a lever just in front of him. "Any ideas...?" He replied due to confusion.

Hiryu pulled the lever, the sound of clapping and voices are heard. The raindrops stop, the lightning vanishes. Spirits of the villagers and merchants are wandering in the vicinity. The merchants are sitting behind various items between the house walls. The villagers are walking or staying in their houses. The lanterns hanging on the house walls burn a blue flame, they seem to make faces at the foreigners.

The lever revealed that there are still signs of the villagers and merchants. But it also revealed that when in use, can't have access to the Castle.

"That depends. Should we sleep peacefully inside some demon's house, or get massacred in a village filled with demons from the start? Hiryu doesn't seem to care. But what about the others. What about that girl? Goro replied.

Hiryu asks a Villager spirit, he kindly let Hiryu inside. Hiryu turned around and nodded, saying it was okay to join inside with him.

Theme Playing: Nujabes- Aruarian Dance

The villager spirit replied to the party. "Please..please...Have a seat..."
The spirit led the foreigners to the table. He sat on the other side of the table, picking up a tea set. He poured hot Ginseng tea into as many teacups as there are foreigners. He kindly gave the teacup to each foreigner, one by one. "Here...drink this...You will feel better.." He closes his eyes and smiles at them.

Goro took the teacup and drank it all down. Hiryu kindly rejected the teacup.

Goro looked dizzy, more tired before drinking the tea. He passed out, he leaned on Hiryu's shoulder but fell on the floor as Hiryu pushed him to the side. The villager spirit pushed the table upward, the teacups spill all over. The spirit stood up and grabbed a blade hanging on the wall. "I despise humans like you! For trespassing in our village, you will pay with your life!" He swung his blade at the foreigners, breaking pots and hanging objects in the ceiling by the swift slashes.

The demon stared off to nothingness, the demon's torso begins to slide off from it's legs. The top half of the demon fell to the ground. The spirits outside heard the commotion.

Theme Playing: Nujabes- Psychological Counterpoint

The group of twelve demon villagers and four merchant spirits gathered in front of the door, waiting for the foreigners to open. They begin to break the door and just barge in.