A truly accurate depiction

Akiyama looks at Lythinma, walking closer to her before kissing her lips. "I have things to do, my dear." Lythinma snickers at the silly drama.

She smirks. "Then don't die," she say Akiyama smiles at her. "If I was that easy to kill, wouldn't your hips have already done it?" he whispers close to her ear as she shakes her head.

Akiyama turns sauntering out of the room. "Guard them even more fiercely." the royal guards slam their pommels to the ground, raising their hands in a salute to him.

He enters the war council room again. "have we gotten the basic set up." he asks. Augustine nods from the edge of the table. "The knight lines are up with totem enhancers." Augustine sates, pointing at the locations.

Before questioning Akiyama, "The Pale reaper hasn't moved his troops." Augustine says, a light smirks along his face "That to be expected he feels threatened after all." Akiyama replies.

Circling multiple sections on the map "get artillery units here, here and here," pointing out a mountain ledge, a plain field, and the opposite of the moat.

They deploy their artillery cannons using the spatial compression system from the Asgard tank, unfolding the barrel until it loads a shell in, ready to fire a burst of power. The other 2 Deploy shortly after.

Akiyama confirms their positions as Augustine stares at it. "their still 3 days away? Since they were delayed by 1 because of the downpour." He says, confused at why the artillery being set up.

Akiyama answers "because they're somehow moving without coming in contact with any wandering hordes, with such a number." Augustine ponders his word "that is concerning." he says.

Akiyama looks towards Augustine. "Unless they have something concealing them from the zombies or are moving in a formation, they shouldn't have been able to move from America to here without running into zombies." Akiyama questions Augustine's eyes widen.

Biting his lip "A hidden knife." he replies. *Clap, Clap, Clap* the echo reverberates. "exactly a hidden knife ahead of the actual troop of Americans."

Akiyama sighs. "A marine core. that got transported with my group wave, the hidden knife of the American." he says a smirk rises across his face. "Maybe I'll get to see how powerful the Royal guard truly is."

Akiyama Yawns the doors open. A man struggling in the royal guards grasp "we found rats." Akiyama turns and looks at them "This is the elite of America"'

Drawing a blade he moves towards them "how many did you catch?" the royal guards remain steadfast. "6 one escaped." Akiyama stabs the marine.

Blood spilling from the marine's mouth. "Foolish to enter directly," a dark shade envelopes the blade, extracting the power from the marine. Swiping the blade.

He cleaves out the side. The marine's shoulder slouching further down on an angle from the slice, the marine falls forward, his eyes wide before slowly dulling.

Akiyama scoffs in disgust. "Clean up the body and torture the other 1s to inhumane degrees. Just keep them inches from death." He orders the royal guards.

They leave shortly after the orders, Augustine solemn and cold. "I just hope they don't shatter their mentality, " Augustine says. Akiyama nods in response. "That is indeed a concern." He replies.

The door opens as a meal is brought in for the 2 "Already time for lunch." he says, surprised that much time passed. The butler merely bows before stopping the cart in front of him.

Akiyama turns to the window. "Set it on the table. I'm still discussing strategies." the Butler and maid leave. the doors shut. The room falling into silence once more. "Are you capable of dealing with that many people?" Augustine says with worry.

Akiyama shrugs. "I should be fine. It's only 600 thousands and I have a substantial amount of forces behind me." He says with a smile inhaling as he stares out the window.

The afternoon sun gleams against the soaked ground below him. Augustine nods. "Very well. I'll give you all the aid I can." he smirks. Akiyama just laughs. "haha alright old man."

He opens the food, eating it up. "mmm excellent fish," he yawns again, getting off the table. "We got 2 days for the primary force, the Vanguard might arrive a day and a half early because of the marsh," he says.

Augustine nodding "by the Way Akiyama thinks you can work on aerial crafts. We need alternatives to the Aerial infantry." Augustine says. Akiyama sighs. "Very well, I'll start research into hover technology." he replies.

Augustine getting up shortly afterwards "thank you Lord Akiyama." Renzo's face scrunches up cringe tracing over it "we're best friends drop the godamn formality."

He snickers "of course not my Liege" He says politely turning he leaves "ah damn you too Augustine?" he grins. Before he leaves "time to summon something else", he walks towards the courtyard of the cherry blossom.

Entering the tropical mountainous area. A large arch frame of a gate resting on a stone, brick platform. "wow the world really has its cultural taste up can't wait for Asia to be terraformed."

He ponders, "Maybe deploying some forces other than the nights could work. He looks at a small shrine behind it. "Wow, the world really knows its culture gave me a northern area, a tropical jungle, and a humid forest."

Full of the blossom "it's just under tropical interesting choice". The blossoms swayed in the breeze, rustling softly. Before he directs his attention to summoning, scrolling through recruitment.

He stops at a titanium unit. "A Large bow down on the side of the basic picture the Samurai looking sideways. "So I have a samurai now quite fitting, and I can have an infinite number of these guys."

He selects them an ignition of flame. Arising in front of him, grey metal plates cover his body, the helmet and brim connected to a crest. The simple Rising horn like front crest coated in an eye like design that of Vouya Uzae.

The eye connected to a multitude of Occult circles 2 large 1s on the edge of the front crest. the mask a simple design of an Oni lacking horns the black colour having little detail outside swirling patterns connect to a mouth and nose. trialling to the very back.

The brim hanging down, covering the nape of his neck. With simple slick great. patterns of swirling Flame spreading throughout the Brim

A steel plated Waistcoat hangs from the pauldron covered shoulders, a notable case of winglets formed to the point of wedges. A woven aventail covering the underside of the brim.

Akiyama's eyes trail down the mix of plated armour. '𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.' he thinks "did it already ingrain the information into your head."

the one masked samurai Nods responding, "it ingrained everything, even the little bits of the English language you probably don't know" he says.

Akiyama nods. "What of your weapons?" Akiyama asks.