Izel fumbled in panic for a long while before realizing with astonishment that he was completely unharmed. The young Samurai steadied his mind and looked at the enemy who had fallen beside him. The foe's fierce face was now filled with fear as he babbled incoherently.
Izel gave a fierce smile, quickly drew the dagger from his waist, and plunged it into the enemy's throat. Then, licking his dry lips and wiping the fresh red blood from his face, he picked up the fallen war club and rose from the ground again.
"The Chief Divine's blessing, I am destined to become the Family Head!"
The young Samurai's face lit up with excitement. Then he turned towards the fleeing Chapala Militia, looking at their vulnerable backs, and shouted loudly to his family's warriors.
"The enemy is in retreat, follow me and pursue them!"