Capítulo 3: Broken Sword 3
"I need to ask Lord Shintaro something myself. Gotta pay my respects, right?"
Her heart dropped, and she yanked his sleeve desperately. "No, Lucian. No!" she nearly shouted, her voice tinged with panic. "He'll kill you!"
Her voice trembled as her thoughts spiraled to the stories she'd heard. Yamazaki Shintaro—the man who had killed his own brother in cold blood, who had slaughtered his father to claim his throne. A man ruling the Yamazakis with an iron fist, feared by all.
But Lucian only laughed, low and guttural, brushing her hand off like a mere annoyance. "You can go back if you want," he said, his tone light yet unyielding. "But I need to see him."
He paused, his head tilting slightly as his gaze sharpened, a dark shadow passing over his expression. "After all," he said, his voice dropping
"We both killed our fathers...."
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Lucian stood at the gates of the Yamazaki compound, the air around him thick with tension. He whistled, the sharp sound cutting through the stillness, his unsheathed katana resting casually on his shoulder. A toothpick dangled lazily from the corner of his mouth as he surveyed the scene before him. His gaze flicked across the battlefield, the chaos unfolding before his eyes with a sense of detached amusement.
Before him, the battle raged. Yamazaki's men were scattered across the compound grounds, their bodies littered in the dirt, the remnants of brutal clashes marking the earth. But the centerpiece of this spectacle was the duel between Gun Park, the young upstart, and Shintaro, the current head of the Yamazaki clan.
Shintaro, once a fearsome leader, was now visibly faltering under the pressure of the fight. The man had always been ruthless, but something had changed today—whether it was age catching up to him or a deep exhaustion from his long reign or some deep sentiment...., Shintaro's movements had become sluggish like his attack held no motive or meaning, and his strikes lacked the precision that had made him feared.
Gun Park, younger and more ferocious, sensed the weakness. He pressed his attack relentlessly, striking with brutal efficiency.
Lucian grinned.
He observed Shintaro falter for a brief moment, holding back a punch against Gun—just a flicker of hesitation, a sign of weakness that didn't go unnoticed. Lucian's lips curled into a small, amused smile.
"Oh, he's gonna die," Lucian muttered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else.
The girl standing next to him, still wide-eyed and clearly uneasy, looked up at him, her brow furrowed in confusion and apprehension. "Is he going to save him?" she asked, voice barely a whisper, unsure of what to expect, After all Lucian was always unpredictable doing what he likes, taking what he wanted.
Lucian didn't answer her immediately. Instead, he merely stood, watching the unfolding family drama with mild interest. His eyes glinted with something darker, something that could only be described as amusement, as if he were simply watching a movie. And when Shintaro finally staggered, weakening under the relentless onslaught of Gun Park as Guns hand went through Shintaro's torso, Lucian's grin deepened.
"Boring..," he muttered, his eyes narrowing with a sudden, predatory gleam.
Without warning, Lucian's movements were a blur. The girl barely had time to react before he threw his katana with his hands coiling like a snake. The blade cut through the air, spinning like a missile. There was no hesitation, no doubt in his mind. It was precise, brutal, and efficient.
The katana slammed into Shintaro's head with a sickening thud, the force of the blow pinning him to the wall behind him. His body convulsed for a moment, and then all was still. A spray of blood splattered against Gun's face as Shintaro's body sagged lifelessly, the blade still lodged deep in his skull.
The girl gasped, eyes wide with shock, her hand flying to her mouth. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Lucian, standing in front of the carnage, had delivered the fatal blow without a second thought, as casually as if he were swatting away a fly.
"Whoa, headshot!" Lucian exclaimed loudly, his voice dripping with manic enthusiasm, as though he were congratulating himself for a job well done. His eyes twinkled with wild excitement, clearly pleased with the outcome.
The entire battlefield went silent for a moment as the combatants stopped, their gazes shifting to the source of the disruption. All eyes turned to Lucian—Gun Park, the Yamazaki soldiers, even the scattered remnants of Shintaro's men—all of them now focused on the lone figure standing in front of the compound gate.
Gun Park, the new head of the Yamazaki clan, stood frozen for a moment, his grip tightening on katana as he looked at Lucian. His face was unreadable, but there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes. He had seen Lucian before. He had heard the stories.
Lucian, unphased by the sudden attention, tilted his head slightly, a cocky grin still plastered on his face. "What?" he called out with mock innocence, his voice carrying over the silence. "You all wanna fight? Or are you just admiring my work?"
There was no hesitation, no remorse in his movements. His bloodlust was palpable, and he seemed to thrive in the chaos he had just unleashed.
Gun Park, his expression hardening, finally stepped forward, his eyes narrowing with intent. "You're Lucian, aren't you?" he said, his voice steady but laced with something darker. "The one who killed Miyamoto Itoshi?."
Lucian chuckled softly, his grin never faltering. "Yeah, that's me." He wiped a splatter of blood from his face with the back of his hand, not caring in the slightest that he was covered in gore. "But don't worry, I'm not here for you. Just wanted to say sorry to lord Shintaro."
Gun Park's eyes flickered between Lucian and Shintaro's now-lifeless body.
For a moment, Gun said nothing, his focus on the cigarette in his hand. Then he flicked the ash to the ground, the faint crackle of the ember extinguishing the quiet. "You're a lunatic," he said at last, the words slow and deliberate, followed by a small pause as he met Lucian's crazed gaze. He let out a faint, almost imperceptible smirk before finishing, "...just like me."
Lucian's laugh rang out, high-pitched and unhinged. "Lunatic? Me? Nah, I'm just having fun." He turned his eyes back to the girl standing beside him, her face still pale with shock. "Ain't that right, Ojousama? Just enjoying the view."
The girl, still recovering from the shock, could only nod, her thoughts racing. She had always known Lucian was dangerous, but she had never imagined him like this—cold, chaotic, and utterly devoid of remorse.
Gun Park watched Lucian for a moment longer, the faint flicker of his cigarette casting sharp shadows across his angular face. Finally, Gun broke it, his voice calm and steady, yet carrying an edge of authority.
"You've got talent," he said, taking a step closer. "Raw, untamed, dangerous. But talent without direction? It's wasted potential."
Lucian tilted his head, a lopsided grin tugging at his bloodstained lips. The katana on his shoulder gleamed faintly under the light, still dripping crimson. "Direction? You think I need a leash?" he asked, his voice tinged with mockery. "Sorry, Park. Miyamoto doesn't play fetch."
Gun chuckled softly, shaking his head as he exhaled a plume of smoke. "It's not about a leash, Lucian," he said, emphasizing the name like a declaration. "It's about purpose. A man like you? You could carve your name into the underworld and no one would dare forget it. Work with me, and we'll rewrite the rules of this world."
Lucian's grin widened at the mention of his name, his crimson-tinged pupils glinting with dark amusement. "Oh, so you've heard of me? I'm flattered," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But let's get one thing straight. The Miyamoto doesn't work for anyone. Ever."
Gun raised an eyebrow, his calm demeanor unshaken. "Not even for power? Money? women?"
Lucian's grin turned feral, his teeth glinting through the blood smeared on his face. "Want? I want to live free. To fight, to kill, to fuck all I want."
"If someone's got a bounty worth my damn time, I might hunt it—for the thrill, not their lousy payout. But work for someone? Take orders like some spineless idiot? Hell no."
Gun nodded slowly, as if expecting the answer. "A bounty hunter, then," he mused, almost to himself. "Unbound, untamed, and unpredictable. You're a rare breed, Lucian."
Lucian chuckled, lowering his katana slightly but keeping his stance loose, ready. "Damn right. And don't forget it," he said, his tone both a warning and a challenge.
Gun took one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and crushing it under his boot. He extended a hand, not in command, but in recognition. "Gun Yamazaki," he said simply.
Lucian didn't shake it but acknowledged the gesture with a slight tilt of his head. "Miyamoto Lucian," he replied, his grin never faltering.
Gun Park stepped closer to Sakura, his gaze sharp and unyielding. "You are Sakura Takahashi, right?"
Sakura nodded silently, her expression calm despite the tension crackling in the air.
Lucian, standing nearby, watched Gun with a wary glare.
"You were supposed to be mine," Gun said, his voice cold and filled with bitterness.
He wasn't wrong. The Takahashis had once been a vassal family of the Yamazakis, loyal servants until they revolted against Shingen's rule. Their rebellion ended in complete annihilation. Before their downfall, Sakura had been promised to Gun in an arranged betrothal—a promise that died with her family's rebellion.
But just as the weight of Gun's words settled, a nooth pic whizzed through the air, stopping mere millimeters from his pupil. The sharp tip trembled from the impact, but Gun didn't flinch. His expression remained steely, unfazed.
Lucian's voice cut through the silence, laced with sarcasm. "I don't give a fuck about you," he said, stepping between them. His cold eyes locked onto Gun. "She's mine now."
Gun's smirk returned, faint but unmistakable. "We'll cross paths again, Miyamoto. When you're ready , come find me. Until then…" He turned away, his figure disappearing into the shadows of the compound.
Lucian watched him go, his grin fading into a thoughtful smirk. "That guy's dangerous," he muttered to himself, before biting onto the tooth pic again. "But then again… so am I."
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