Chapter Two Hundred Eleven: The Day of the Decisive Battle

The sunlight held a warmth, bestowing vitality upon the earth. As spring plowing approached, wild fires of burning fields raged in the mountains and forests, sending up layers of thick smoke. Smoke transformed and drifted afar in the sky, like a passage to the Divine Kingdom, foretelling the samurai's destined return.

Hundreds of samurai, scouts, and envoys, clad in war clothes of different colors, marched through the smoke-shrouded southern hinterlands. Bearing different missions, they startled towns and villages along the way, shattering the last peace in the southern parts of the Kingdom. Three legions, from north to south, sought each other out in the fog of war, drawing nearer, preparing for a spirited slaughter.

Intelligence from all directions converged, with King Su'angua holding the home-ground advantage, being the first to discern the battlefield's entirety.