Fujiwara Homare dashed out of the reception room, with tree men leaping towards him from both sides. His vision was occupied by two cracked heads, nearly stopping his heart from fear.
Fushimi Roku lunged forward, swinging his katana with a horizontal slash, the blade flashing past Fujiwara Homare's eyes, barely grazing his nose. The tree men on both sides split in two, cut off at the waist.
Fujiwara Homare fell to the ground, his high-priced coat covered in mud and water. He looked down, the tree man's remains still crawling on the ground, struggling to reach out to him.
Fujiwara Homare screamed, disregarding all dignity of being a second-generation official, and clung to Fushimi Roku's pant leg, begging Fushimi Roku to rescue him quickly, promising any compensation after the fact.
Fushimi Roku swung his katana again, seizing the moment before the tree men could surround them, speaking rapidly: "Go carry Ono Ken, go save the people!"
