Okuri smugly walked down the halls of his fortress, looking for his brothers. They found him. “Ah, Kiba, Akamaru, I’ve been looking for you. We’re going to war next sundown. Get ready. I want you out of your room and in your armor as soon as you’re done sleeping. We got a LOT of people to kill.” He turned around and would’ve gone on his way, but Kiba’s voice stopped him.
“What the hell are you thinking?”
Okuri turned back to Kiba, who was unusually defiant at this particular moment. “I’m thinking that no matter what I do, we will end up fighting this cult and killing all of its members. So I’m taking the fight to them, least our dearly beloved estate be ruined by several full scale sieges.”
Kiba stared back into his big eyes. “How are you sure this is the right thing? We’re going to commit genocide on a religious group. Historically, that’s never been the right thing to do.”
“We are not committing genocide on a religious group. We are exterminating a threat to the nation, to the government, to our allies, to our livelihood and to ourselves that just happens to be a cult. Trust me, if I wasn’t sure it was the right thing, I wouldn’t drag anybody else’s name through the mud, especially yours.” Okuri’s words did little to put Kiba at ease, but he carried on. “Besides, who else is going to save the nation if we don’t?”
“The Imperial Guard?”
At this, all three burst out laughing (well, they would have if wolves could laugh). “Think about what you’re saying, man. The Imperial Guards can’t even save themselves, let alone prevent a hostile takeover!”
“Yeah, forgot how poorly they fought at the takeover. If I didn’t personally rip out their spines, I wouldn’t think they had any!”
“That’s why there are guys like us.” Okuri said, turning around and walking down the hallway. “Because at the end of the day, every part of the world requires somebody who can really kick ass when the need arises.” Akamaru barked. “Glad to hear it. See you later.”
