NARUTO: The Saga of Crimson Monarch

They arrived at the Mansion the massive gates of the castle creaked open, revealing a grim sight—a thousand samurai, all clad in gleaming armor, arranging their cargo and sharpening their weapons. The air was heavy with the scent of steel and the tension of impending battle.

Ares, Ely, Rimuru, and Fenrir descended from above, their presence immediately drawing the attention of the samurai's.

The moment Ares' feet touched the ground, a ripple of unease spread through the samurai. They tightened their grips on their katanas, their eyes sharp and wary.

"Who are you? Speak!" shouted a man with a commanding voice, his armor adorned with a dark markings. He stepped forward, katana raised. "What is your purpose here?"

Ares remained silent, his eyes scanning the crowd. His expression was calm, almost detached a cold fury in his gaze. Fenrir stood at his side, her muscles coiled as if ready to spring, while Ely hovered above his head, her eyes glowing with anticipation. Rimuru rested on Ares' shoulder, his jelly-like form quivering as if sensing the brewing chaos.

The samurai grew more restless, their whispers escalating into curses. "Answer us!" the leader demanded again, his voice sharper this time.

Ares finally spoke, his tone calm yet cutting through the air like a blade. "Where are the captives?"

The samurai froze for a moment, struggling to comprehend the audacity before them. Then, realization struck, and a ripple of laughter broke free. It started as a low chuckle, growing into a thunderous roar and they erupted into mocking laughter, their voices echoing across the courtyard.

"Captives?" one of them sneered. "You mean those slave dogs? They've already been sent to the battlefield. They're nothing but meat shields now—fodder to protect our lord, Ken. Even their pathetic lives have some use."

"I see," Ares said simply, his voice devoid of emotion. He turned his head slightly, glancing at Fenrir. A faint smirk crossed his lips. "Fen," he said softly, "are you thirsty?"

The samurai's laughter ceased instantly. Their eyes widened in disbelief as Fenrir began to transform. Her body expanded, her white fur turn into an inky crimson color. Her form grew colossal, towering over the samurai's. Her glowing eyes burned with predatory hunger, and her sharp fangs glinted under the dim moonlight.

A deafening howl tore through the night, shaking the ground beneath them.

"What... what is that thing?!" one of the samurai stammered, his voice cracking with fear.

But Ares and Fenrir had already disappeared into the chaos.

The courtyard became a scene of carnage. Fire arrows were loosed into the air, their deadly rain aimed at the intruders. Fenrir snarled, her massive claws tearing through the samurai as if they were paper. Her fangs crushed armor and bone alike, leaving no survivors in her path.

From above, Ely darted like a streak of lightning. Her delicate hands transformed into razor-sharp chakra scalpels, slicing through the soldiers with eerie precision. Her movements were fluid and graceful, yet each stroke was deadly, Harvesting lives with the efficiency of a mantis, precise and relentless."

Rimuru launched streams of acid, dissolving armor and flesh alike. Screams filled the air as soldiers fell, their bodies reduced to nothing but bones.

Ares was like a reaper among them. His blade flashed in the moonlight, each stroke ending a life. He moved with deadly efficiency, his expression cold and unfeeling. Attempts to ambush him were futile; he dodged and countered with supernatural speed.

"Retreat!" one of the samurai screamed. "We can't win this!"

But there was no escape. Ares cut down those who ran with unrelenting precision. Fenrir's claws tore through their ranks, ensuring none survived. Ely's swift strikes left no room for mercy.

The Sole Survivor Among the pile of corpses, a single samurai crawled forward, his armor drenched in blood. He trembled as he knelt before Ares, his voice cracking with desperation.

"Please… spare me! I'll tell you what you want to know!" he begged. "The captives—they're west of the plains. That's where they've taken them! I swear it!"

Ares stared at the man, his eyes devoid of mercy. Slowly, he raised his blade.

"No… please… I—"

The samurai's plea was cut short as Ares' blade descended, silencing him. Blood painted the ground as his lifeless body fell to join the others.

Ares shook the blood from his blade, his expression unchanging. Behind him, Fenrir, Ely, and Rimuru stood amidst the carnage, their forms bathed in the eerie glow of the moonlight.

They looked like demons from hell, their presence a harbinger of destruction. Around them lay the remains of the samurai—an ocean of corpses and a mountain of death.

Without a word, Ares turned his gaze westward. "Let's move," he said quietly. Ely, Fenrir , Rimuru nodded, following him into the darkness, leaving the ruined mansion behind.