To be honest, Haruki could never understand how the Revolutionary Army in the original story managed to overthrow the Empire. From what he'd seen so far, they'd barely scraped together a single minor victory—defeating one Imperial suppression force—and they were already getting arrogant and blindly optimistic. Corruption had even started creeping in from the bottom ranks. If the nobles they'd defeated last time had fought seriously, even those buffoons could've crushed this so-called army with enough time.
"You dared to attack Revolutionary heroes in broad daylight, and now you ask what I want? Surrender immediately, or my blade will do the talking—and I can't promise those delicate little girls of yours won't get hurt."
To the squad leader, the women beside Haruki were nothing more than pretty, harmless girls.
"Revolutionary heroes?" Haruki scoffed. "So being part of the Revolutionary Army gives you the right to harass my women in public? Honestly, killing those pigs was doing your army a favor—cleaning out the filth. You should be thanking me."
"Hmph! Rubbish! Everything we do is for the people. Who are you to criticize us? So what if we harass your women? You Imperial nobles are all the same—corrupt to the core. You all deserve to die."
The captain spat the words with venom. Most of them had joined the Revolutionary Army because they'd been crushed by the nobility, left with no way to survive. Over time, they developed an intense hatred toward all nobles, convinced they were evil by default. After years of indoctrination, they'd come to believe that everything they did was righteous—no matter how disgraceful.
"Oh? So what you're saying is, as long as you slap a 'justice' label on it, even the vilest acts are justified?"
Haruki laughed, more out of fury than amusement.
"I'm done talking. If you won't surrender, don't blame us for what comes next. Men—kill everyone, leave the women alive!"
Impatient and completely dismissive of the bodies still lying at his feet, the captain waved his arm, barking orders to his troops. By now, all he could see were the women standing behind Haruki.
At that moment, the anger in Haruki's eyes blazed even brighter. It was only because he and the others had enough power to protect themselves—if this had happened to anyone else, the outcome would have been a massacre.
Just as Haruki was about to unleash his fury, Gin gently pulled his arm and said,
"Brother, let us handle it."
Gin and the others were already seething from the leering stares they had endured earlier.
Despite her usual icy demeanor, Gin was an old-fashioned girl at heart. Once she decided she belonged to Haruki, she had eyes for no one else. The thought that these pigs dared lay eyes on her—and that they were part of the Revolutionary Army and foreign allied troops she had always loathed—only fueled her rage.
And she wasn't alone. Kurome, Nina, Tsukushi, Pony, Meiki, and Meina all felt the same.
"Alright, but be careful."
Seeing Gin and the other girls request to take action, Haruki didn't refuse. While he had absolute confidence in their abilities, he still felt the need to offer a word of caution.
Upon hearing Haruki's agreement, the girls immediately sprang into action, each utilizing their unique skills as they charged toward the allied forces.
The Revolutionary Army and the foreign allied forces initially saw the girls rushing toward them, while Haruki and Gozuki's group stayed behind, seemingly ready to mock them. But when the girls made their move, any thoughts of mockery quickly faded.
At the front, naturally, was Gin, the strongest among them. Using the Six Styles, two guns—one red, one yellow—materialized in her hands. Like arrows released from a bow, they shot straight into the heart of the allied forces' camp. Each shot from Gin was lethal, and the ensuing chaos unleashed a bloody storm.
The others weren't far behind, each pulling weapons from their Storage Rings and showcasing their skills. The common thread? Every attack was fatal, and not a single opponent survived to receive a second strike.
This display left Gozuki and his group, who were standing behind Haruki and refraining from making a move at his request, utterly stunned.
In their eyes, the girls weren't merely killing—they were performing an art of death. Their strikes were not only lethal but executed with a grace and beauty that Gozuki and the others could never hope to match. In the end, they could only attribute this extraordinary display to Haruki's impeccable training.
The allied forces, barely over a hundred men, didn't stand a chance. Under the overwhelming assault of Gin and the other six women, they were wiped out in a flash, unable to even attempt an escape.
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