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Thrid Person POV
Yi-Ti, 296 AC.
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Many days had passed since Jon had st been in Yin, waiting for a response from the man who ruled Yi-Ti. However, that ged today, as the reply finally arrived, with Lord Kin'emon ing aboard Jon's ship personally.
Jon invited him in without hesitation, as it was not Kin'emon's first time there. Over the past week, he had bee familiar with the Artis, entering the and finding Jon and his family.
"It's good to see you, Lord Kin'emon," Jon said calmly as the man nodded and greeted them.
"It's good to see you again, Arctig. Queens, and Ladies," he addressed them all, while Jo his guard standing behind him as always. Kin'emon's gaze swept over the guards and Jon's wives—Queen Rhaenys, who held the king's son in her p, alongside Lady Daenerys. Not to mention the creatures surrounding their feet, a sight that made Kin'emon swallow hard upon seeing the numerous baby dragons among the Arti group.
He didn't quite know how to feel about the creatures. He had only believed in legends from long ago, with some traces ons rumored to have existed in the nds of the setting suuries earlier. Yet, nothing had beeioned siil now. Here stood more than ten dragons, and the Arctig had firmed that he was desded fronlords, which expined why such creatures stayed loyally at their feet.
"Please, follow me. I uand you've received a letter from the capital," Jon said. Kin'emon didn't know what to make of it; this mysterious king seemed to have an uny ability to know everything happening around him. Kin'emon often wondered if Jon was some kind of sorcerer. However, he still regarded him as a friend since Jon had shown nothing to indicate otherwise. If Kin'emon had to rewrite his letter to the Shogun, he would describe how much he admired Jon's personality, his peculiar abilities, and his masterful skills with bdes. Not to mention his incredible armor, unmatched in Yin, and—above all—how he had transformed Yin with his food, eliminating hunger with abundant supplies that sted for months. Kin'emon would firmly reend that the Shoguiate with the Artis.
The two men walked to Jon's , where only the two of them were present. Jon sat behind his desk, and Kin'emon followed suit, taking a seat.
"You are correct about the letter, King Jon," Kin'emon said, pg the scroll oable. "The Shogun, Oden-sama, has authorized your entry into the empire, but he wishes to iate with you personally in the capital."
Jon nodded. "That is excellent. I have a gift that your Shogun will greatly appreciate," he said calmly.
Kin'emon, nodding, didn't ask for details but felt fident Jon would present something remarkable to foster friendship between the Arctigdom and the Yi-Ti Empire.
"Will you apany me, Lord Kin'emon?" Jon asked.
Kin'emon shook his head. "I ot, as I must tend to Yin. However, I will assign trusted men—other noble samurai—to act as guides under your leadership," he replied.
Jon nodded, and the two began discussing many topics, from how the Arti food was being distributed iy to istical s. When their meeting cluded, Jon escorted Lord Kin'emon to the ship's exit. They discussed a few final matters and bid each other farewell.
Jon sighed as he watched Lord Kin'emo, then swiftly summoned his family for a discussion.
"I will leave in two days. I pn to head to the capital, and I would like Rhaenys and Ygritte to stay behind," Jon announced.
Rhaenys didn't object, but Ygritte seemed less than pleased. heless, she eventually nodded, uanding that she might hinder Jon more than help.
"May I go?" Daenerys asked. She rarely traveled, having visited Yin only oh Jon, still haunted by memories of what had happened in Myr.
"You know your dragon ot be brought along, don't you?" Jon replied.
She nodded. "It won't be for many days, will it? He stay with his siblings," she said, and Jon agreed.
"All right," he said and turo Arya, who was staring at him.
"You don't eveo ask," she said, and he nodded.
"Be ready to leave in two days. I'll need additional men here, so I'll request 2,000 Artis to apany us from the fleet, as I don't trust a try in the midst of war," Jon said. The versation tinued for a while before he left his room and headed ter hall where a sort of cil was held.
Here, they discussed many matters, including the fleet's moves and other pressing issues. In the end, Jon gathered his two ministers, members of the royal guard, and the ship's captain, outlining the steps ahead.
"I want everyone prepared to depart. Send my request to the fleet and have 50 more ships statio the port of Yin," Jon instructed, and the captain nodded.
Over the wo days, Joime with his family, visiting Lord Kin'emon's mansion to train and learn more about the culture. His reputation iy had captivated the entire popution. He was called the "Legendary Fner," whether for the food he sold, his feng skills—which were said to rival a legendary figure from the past—or simply his presence. Wherever Jo, tless young people in Yin sought to bee his apprentices. Even samurai lords requested Jon to train their sons, though he had no way to accept such requests and often had to dee hem.
A remarkable event caught the city's attention: the creation of an armor, fed by a man who worked tirelessly for over 36 hours without rest. The city began to speak of Jon with reverence, giving him titles such as Desu no Yaiba—the Bde of Legends in their nguage; Kashi of Fire; Kajikon—Spirit of the Fe; and Hoshinushi—Lord of the Stars, likening him to a guiding bea.
Rumors also swirled about his wolf, who roamed the ship's ded even apanied Jon aboard his vessel. Over the past few days, the wolf had earned a new niame that began with murmurs but soon spread widely: ōkuo Makami, the Great White Wolf Protector—a legendary guardian wolf of Yi-Ti. This arose because Jon had stocked the city's granaries, was the fastest swordsman they had ever seen, and had a giant white wolf as his panion. Jon himself didn't fully uand why they referred to him this way.
Finally, tassed, and the Arti ships appeared on the horizon. All eyes iy turo the port, admiring the impressive f. A day before their departure, 50 of the 100 Arti ships docked and began preparations.
Without surprise, after bidding farewell to his family, Jon mounted his wolf. The great beast was fully armored in Eldeal, its desigher restrig its movements nor causing disfort. Jon sat atop the wolf as it desded from the ship, with Arya and the royal guards following closely behind.
The city came to a halt, its inhabitants mesmerized by a se they hought they'd witness: the Arctig parading through their streets on his armored wolf, heading toward the northern city gate. He was apanied by 2,500 men, including 500 dwarves and 200 giants, with many carts in tow.
The st of the group eventually passed through as Johe way. At a certain distance from the city, they marched through fields, startling travelers along the way. Mistaking them for enemies of the empire, many fled at the sight. This pattern tinued for three days, with steady marg and camps set up in open spaces—a task made easier by the abundance of grazing nd in the region, where farmers raised cattle.
Jon was in his tent at this moment, studying a map of Yi-Ti, marking various points on it.
"My king… any sign of the enemy?" a royal guard asked, approag Jon, whose eyes remained fixed on the map.
"Yes…" Jon replied in a calm tohey are trailing us…"
"Wouldn't that be bad?" the royal guard asked, her voice tinged with . Her name was Jirna. Among the 100 royal guards, a few were women who had proven their worth, and Jirna was one of them. She often spoke directly with the king on many occasions. She was a striking woman with bck hair and eyes, tall and strong. Jon valued her strength and dedication to proteg him and his family, arusted her implicitly. She had been assigo lead and ahis expedition.
Jon was still studying the map when his eyes shifted to her, full armor.
"Don't worry. The enemy has 10,000 men crossing the eastern mountains. I've been monit them since I began iigating the entire empire," Jon said. He had quickly deployed animals to survey the entire Yi-Ti empire, gathering intelligence. In just a week, he had established a royal informatiowork throughout the kingdom. He kly what was happening in every province, including the Mongols to the east and Khotun Khan's attempts to trap him by positioning a rge number of men in that province.
"What are those 10,000 men like, my king?" Jirna asked cautiously.
"Nothing remarkable. They're in simple clothing, uo cross the mountains easily and forced to leave most of their equipment behind. Though they've had trouble with basilisks, they mao cross without signifit losses and are n to catch up with us from behind," Jon expined. His tone, however, revealed his ck of . He regarded them as little more than a nuisance.
Jon had known about their pns since leaving Yin and was fident his 2,500 men could hahem with ease. It was unfortuhat he couldn't trol the mountain animals due to the distaherwise, he could have dealt with most of them without anyone knowing. Still, they were here, and Jon would have to front them soon.
"If you say they're no threat, I trust you, my king," Jirna said, and Jon nodded.
He returned his focus to the map, marking the positions of various armies and their possible movements. Eventually, he set the map aside, deg to eat something with his men. It was night, aepped out, finding the Artis gathered in groups around several campfires. Jon headed toward Arya, who was seated with a group of royal guards.
"The king has arrived! Will we be blessed with your musiight?" Tormund, ever bold, shouted upon seeing Jon approach without his armor.
"Tsk. I might sider it, my loyal subject," Joed, moving to sit beside Arya, who ughed. He grabbed some food as a servant handed him a pte, settling in front of the fire.
He ate quietly as his wolf emerged from the tent a short while ter. Ghost stretched his massive six-meter frame behind Jon, drawing admiring and reverent gnces from the samurai apanying them.
"Bring me a lute uitar," Jon requested, the tter being an instrument he had introduced to Arti ret years.
"Of course, an instrument for the king!" the men shouted, quickly retrieving one for him. Jon began to py, drawing a crowd eager to hear what he would perform for them tonight.
Johe guitar, already tuned, and plucked the strings. A melody emerged, followed by his voice.
"In the nds of the setting sun, where shadows dan the ground,Steel meets fme, fed in ambition profound.Under war-torn skies, we swear o yield,And in the darkest night, we are what remains... of might revealed,Fag the monsters..." Jon began, his musitinuing.
"Monsters..."
A trembling voice broke the rhythm—a man's voieither Artior from Yi-Ti. His eyes widened as he stared ahead. Around him, men screamed in terror and agony.
Green fmes engulfed the battlefield, ing everything. Massive arrows soared through the air, striking down soldiers indiscriminately. Fear gripped him—it was a feeling he could never fet.
This was one of the men responsible for leading their expedition through the mountains. Until a few days ago, he had been fident he could handle a group of men, especially with the intelligehat said the enemy numbered only 2,500. A strater had reached him, g to e from a traitor within the empire. He had followed its guidance, unaware that it was Jon himself who had orchestrated the euation, maniputing his every move and positioning the 10,000 men precisely where he wahem to end the threat in one decisive blow.
Jon had achieved this using the vast work of eyes and ears he had scattered throughout the empire, granting him unparalleled information. Though a fner with 20,000 men, Jon had already bee the most dangerous man in Yi-Ti. He could send messages via birds to anyone, fluently speaking both the Mongolian and Yi-Ti nguages—skills he had acquired in Artica during his early years.
Now, the Mongolian ander had fallen to his knees, clutg the scorched, blood-stained ground. His mind raced in frantic circles as he stared at the chaos before him, uo prehend how they had fallen into such a catastrophe.
He had believed, with absolute certainty, that his strategy was fwless. Defeating a group four times smaller than his own should have been no challenge.
"We crossed the mountains..." he murmured, his voice so faint it was nearly drowned out by the r green fmes and the screams of his men. "We left behind our heavy bows, our armor, er spears—all to move quickly."
He remembered the heated discussions with his superiors before the campaign. Crossing the mountains had been a risky decision, but it seemed like the perfect tactical move. They would attack the Arti fners from behind, capture their leaders or perhaps even important women belonging to their fn king. A precise strike that would shatter aiations with Yi-Ti.
But now… what y before him was not an ordinary enemy. They were monsters.
Giants, green armor, roamed the battlefield like living nightmares. Each swing of their colossal ons cut down or crushed dozens of men, carving a bloody path through the Mongol army.
Around them, arrows tipped with wildfire rained down before exploding, turning the field into an emerald inferno.
The Arti dwarves, nimble and tireless, operated siege ons that looked too advao have been crafted by human hands. Every projectile they unched exploded with terrifying force, shaking the ground. One of their maes spun through the air, defleg all ining arrows before shredding the Mongolian archers themselves.
Ohe giants—standing over four meters tall—had cleared a path, the Arti soldiers advanced. Men and women, gleaming armor and wielding swords, fought with deadly precision. They cut down the Mongols one by oheir skills far surpassing those of the average warrior.
It didn't take long for the sughter to break the morale of the once-proud army of 10,000. Panic set in, and despair followed.
"This shouldn't be happening..." the kneeling man murmured, tears streaming down his face as the screams of his men echoed around him. "How..."
Suddenly, a massive impact struck the ground near him. He was one of the st standing men, still ging to his role as ander, but the battlefield had devolved into a chaotic hell. He no longer had trol—he had even given up trying.
The object that nded near him was a giant arrow with a drical attat, its fuse burning down.
He barely had time to react before it exploded. The bst engulfed everyone around him, sparing no ohe heat scorched his skin as he was hurled backward, rolling across the ground. The unbearable pain from the seari was more than human flesh could endure.
As he y there, his body broken and burned, he stopped g about the agony. All he wanted now was to die.
But his eyes remained fixed on the greeill burning ahead of him. Even through the pain, he couldn't look away when a figure emerged from the curtain of fire.
It was a man samurai armhter and more magnifit than any he had ever seen. Following closely behind him was a giant white wolf, a monstrous creature also armor like the man. The wolf moved purposefully, searg for eo strike down.
"Monsters... They truly are monsters," the Mongolian ander murmured. He saw the man, pletely unbothered by his presence, sprint forward with an agility that no one wearing such armor should possess. The wolf followed its master closely, and the st thing the ander saw was the massive paws crushing him as the beast trailed behind the armored man, ending his life.
Jon had stopped staying behind his men and joihe fray himself. He cut down every ehat dared to face him, wielding two katanas with deadly precision. His giant wolf fought alongside him, taking down foes with brutal effiearby, a young woman in armor fed from Valyrian steel fought as well—Arya. Jon had crafted the armor specifically for her, and she wielded Dark Sister for the first time in a battle of this scale. She cut through enemies with ease, surrounded by royal guards who ensured nothing would happen to her.
Joually broke away from the group, advang further into the battlefield and cutting down enemy after enemy. By the end of the battle, they had killed over 8,000 Mongols, while the remaining 2,000 scattered, fleeing for their lives.
"It seems it's over..." Jon remarked as he watched his men celebrate their overwhelming victory. Their losses were minimal, a testament to the strategy and preparation Jon had put into the fight. He returo his wolf, whose jaws were still stained with blood from the lives it had cimed, standing protectively behind Jon throughout the battle.
"Let's move on," Jon anded, beginning troup his men.
Before departing, he sent a letter back to Yin, warning that 2,000 Mongols were fleeing into the forests and could pose a threat to nearby vilges and farms. He urged them to take precautions while he and his forces tioward the capital.
The samurai apanying the Artis now looked at Jon with a mixture of awe and fear. They had never seen anything like this before. While some disapproved of the use of wildfire in bat, they couldn't deny its devastating and deadly effectiveness. They chose not to voice their opinions in front of the Artis, shaken by the sight of 2,500 men annihiting an army four times their size. The way Jon had anticipated the enemy's movements a his trap, waiting for them to fall like rats into a snare, was beyond anything they had ever withe mythical rumors surrounding Jon Artily grew stronger.
At st, Jon ordered the group to resume their journey. However, he wasn't willing to let the surviving enemies wreak havoc. Desperate aed, the Mongols could still resort to raiding and killing i Yi-Ti vilgers. To prevent this, Jo some of his giant wolves, along with other animals under his trol, to hunt the fleeing soldiers.
The Arti group tiheir march toward the capital, but for the surviving Mongols, the nightmare wasn't over. In the following days, animals began hunting them dowlessly. It became clear that the terror of the battlefield wouldn't end until the st man was dead. Jon had spared none.
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Ra Here:
Importante about time-skip: I'm sidering pg a time skip here or in the chapter. I pn to skip ahead a few moons, rather thaailing Jon's battle with the Mongols from start to finish. Instead, I'll jump to the end of the battle, using fshbacks to summarize what happened. I believe the arc will flow better this way.
However, I'm unsure if I should dedicate aire chapter to Joing the emperor's family or if I should incorporate those moments into reflective fshbacks within Jon's thoughts.
For those w how long this arc will st, it will be quick, as there will be a timeskip, and it will clude in chapter 200.
The Mongols be described as the people of Jogos Nhai.
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