NARUTO: The Saga of Crimson Monarch

The air was thick with the smell of blood and sweat as the captives shuffled forward, their chains dragging against the dirt. Ryogi struggled to keep his pace, his face gaunt from hunger and exhaustion. He glanced at Kenji, who offered a tired but comforting smile.

"You alright, Ryogi?" Kenji whispered, his voice raw, his eyes dull but resolute.

Ryogi shook his head, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I should've listened... If I had just listened to you Kanji.." His voice cracked, guilt weighing heavily on his chest. He looked down, avoiding the eyes of his fellow captives. "Because of me... we're all here."

Sato, a young man beside them, grit his teeth and muttered, "Don't say that, Ryogi. None of us are innocent. We've all made a decision as a group!" His voice kind of quiet defiance. The chains rattled as they moved forward.

A few of the captives tried to run, desperation. But it was futile. They were too weak. One by one, they were slaughter, their hopes crushed like fragile glass.

Kenji looked up at the sky, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Let's move forward," Kenji muttered, his voice steady, despite the tremor of fear deep within. "We're not done yet. We'll survive this... together." He turned to Yuuto, his gaze firm. "Yuuto... don't cry. We can make it. I'll make sure of it."

Yuuto sniffed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "I just... I can't... we're all going to die here. I can't..."

"Don't say that," Kenji snapped, his voice fiercer now. "We fight, or we die trying. That's how we survive."

The sudden beat of war drums echoed across the plain, sending a chill down their spines. The command rang out, harsh and commanding: "Forward! Attack the enemy!" The captives, barely able to move, toward the battlefield. There is no turning back now.

Meiji's army was ready for impact. The battlefield was a cacophony of clashing metal, From the front, Meiji's voice cut through the chaos: "Raise your shields! Grip your weapons! Archers, ready!"

The sky erupted with the hiss of arrows, crashing into the enemy's ranks. "Loose!" Meiji shouted,

The archers fired in unison, the flames lighting the sky.

"Hold your positions! Brace for the impact!" Meiji's orders were sharp and clear. His soldiers followed, their eyes filled with the same determination.

And then Meiji rush forward and, Yuusei, was at his side, deflecting blows from enemy with deadly precision. Every movement was calculated, every strike aimed to protect his lord. But the battlefield was a storm, and even the most skilled warriors struggled to hold their ground.

Ken, on the other side of the battlefield, his sword raised high as he commanded his forces forward. "Follow me!" His voice was wild, a man drunk on the chaos of war. "For victory!"

The enemy's lines broke apart before his ferocity, men falling one after another to his blade. Ken grinned. "Come! Face me, you weaklings!" His sword cleaved through bodies, the blood splattering across his armor. The cries of the fallen filled the air, a chorus of agony that only seemed to feed his hunger.

Back among the captives, the air was thick with tension. Kenji, Ryogi, Sato, and the others clung to one another, struggling to stay on their feet. Their bodies were bruised, They fought with what little strength they had left.

"Move, dammit!" Kenji shouted, his voice hoarse with desperation. "Stick together! Defend if you have to! Change positions, keep moving forward!"

"Kenji, I... I can't do it anymore," Yuuto whimpered, falling to his knees. His face was a mask of exhaustion and despair. "I'm done. I can't keep going."

Kenji crouched beside him, his hand firm on Yuuto's shoulder. "No, Yuuto! You listen to me—we will survive!" His voice was like steel, "I promise you. We will make it out of here."

But as the enemy forces closed in, Ryogi gasped for air, "I can't breathe... Kenji... I'm too weak. Leave me behind. Save yourselves."

Kenji's face hardened, his eyes fierce. "No! Damn it Ryogi! We leave no one behind. Not while I'm still standing." He grabbed Ryogi by the arm, pulling him up. "You're not alone . We fight until the end."

Ryogi's eyes welled with tears. "But... we're all going to die here. I... I can't keep fighting."

"You can," Kenji growled, his voice breaking through the fog of hopelessness. "We all can."

In the midst of the battlefield, Meiji continued to push forward, his eyes locked onto Ken in the distance. He gritted his teeth, slashing through enemies, but his body was slowing down. Blood soaked his armor, and his breath was ragged.

"Stay strong, my lord!" Yuusei shouted from behind, cleaving through an attacker who tried to approach. "You can do this!"

But Meiji barely heard him over the sounds of battle. An arrow struck his back, and he gasped, stumbling for a moment, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. His eyes never left Ken, who was carving his way through him, smiling in the carnage.

"Die, you bastard!" one of the enemy soldiers screamed, rushing toward Meiji. "We'll finish you now!"

Meiji raised his sword, blood dripping from his hands. "Come at me," he whispered, his voice fierce. "I'm not done yet."

Kenji, Ryogi, and the rest of the captives were pushed to their limits. Their strength was fading, They fought on, battered and broken, unwilling to surrender. The battlefield was a hell, a place where only the strong survived, but they refused to be counted among the weak.

"Push them back Sato!" Kenji shouted, his sword slicing through another enemy. "We fight for our lives. We fight for our companion!"

The sound of steel on steel echoed across the battlefield as the two sides clashed once more, The war had only just begun, and the carnage would continue until the last breath.