☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Kenshiro draws his katana, hesitates for half a second. It's been a while since he last trained. It's not that easy to strike horizontally at waist level. The samurai moves the blade to the right, with the edge facing away from him. A short exhale – and in a moment, he twists his hips and torso, simultaneously turning the blade towards the goblin's neck.

Kenshiro's blade passes through the goblin's neck as easily as a knife through butter.
— Not bad. Bring the next ones.
This time, Kenshiro was presented with an elderly woman and two young men.
— Master, how could you... — the woman cries. — These are our children...
The young men try to resist, but the chains on their hands and feet leave no room for maneuver.
— A slave is a slave, regardless of who they were born from. I leave the decision of who to behead first to you, Kenshiro.