The Power Of Brotherhood

The samurai had his hands on his swords and was about to unleash his special move against us. We huddled behind the shield, trying to protect ourselves.

As he swung his swords simultaneously, the reverberating forces reached us. My brother and I held onto the shield to block the powerful move. The force was so great that even though the swords didn't touch us, we struggled to hold back the power radiating from afar.

The good news was that my brother was right: the shield blocked the power. But that wasn't going to be enough. I turned to my brother and told him what we had to do if we wanted to win this battle.

"We can block his power, but it won't be enough," I said. "The samurai is too strong for us to attack alone. We have to attack together if we want to stand a chance."

My brother agreed with me and was determined to win this battle. "I'm with you, brother," he said. "Lead the way."

I nodded to my brother and told him to be ready to attack together. When the samurai's attack ended, it was our turn. I loaded my weapons and emerged from behind the shield, running to the left.

The enemy focused on me, just as I had hoped. I drew his attention and waited for him to approach. The samurai attacked directly, but he was unaware of the beam coming from his right.

He noticed the beam and stopped it with his swords. Seizing the opportunity, my brother and I ran toward the samurai. When we were close enough, my brother stepped in front of me and used his shield to help me jump.

As I soared over the samurai with the power from my brother's shield, I fired at him. The samurai saw my incoming bullets and at the same time were about to face my brother's fist.

The samurai skillfully used his speed to block my incoming bullets with his sword and my brother's punch with his large sword. I landed behind the enemy, but before I could pull the trigger, he kicked me without looking back.

My brother swung his fist again, but the samurai blocked it with his bare hand. He swung his large sword at my brother, who blocked it with his shield. The samurai pulled back his fist and tried to stab my brother with his sword, but my brother struck the sword with his metal arm and changed its direction.

I wanted to pull the trigger as soon as I stood up, but the risk of hitting my brother was too high. I took out my knife to make a close attack and jumped toward the enemy. But he sensed me coming and dodged to the right, hitting me with a spinning kick. With the kick I received, I involuntarily hit my brother who was standing in front of me.

The blow was so hard that we were knocked far away from the enemy. The battle was getting harder and harder, but we had to win to survive.

Neither close-range nor long-range attacks were effective against the samurai. Every time my brother and I attacked, he fought back and pushed us away. He could swing his large sword as fast as his other sword and use his fire breath multiple times.

My brother and I continued to attack despite the enemy's strength. It was our only option. Unlike the samurai, we were getting tired. We had to attack as carefully as possible. When my brother swung his metal fist, I fired at the enemy with my advanced weapon. With this weapon, I could direct the bullets in the direction I wanted, but the samurai still managed to dodge and block the bullets.

The samurai blocked the incoming punch with his sword and dodged my bullets by ducking left and right. He used his sword to fight my brother in close combat while deflecting my bullets.

The samurai's armor was thicker than I thought. Poisoned and ordinary bullets were ineffective against him. I knew that as ordinary people, we could only defeat this enemy with logic and cunning. We had to act accordingly.

As the samurai dodged my bullets, he tried to strike my brother's head. My brother raised his shield and, with nowhere to run, fired his beam again. Even though the samurai managed to escape from the beam, we kept pushing him with attacks.

My brother pulled back his shield and aimed his metal fist at the enemy once more. This time, the enemy responded with a kick. He dodged the punch and targeted me, who was constantly bothering him with bullets.

Realizing this, my brother couldn't fire another beam or reach me in time to help. Instead, he threw his large but lightweight shield at me. "Hiroshi, grab it," he shouted.

My brother threw his shield at me quickly. I caught it before the samurai could reach me and blocked his incoming sword blow. I fired at the enemy from behind the shield to prevent him from attacking, but he dodged my bullets and tried to gain the upper hand.

At that moment, my brother blocked the second sword blow and pushed the samurai away with his fist. The samurai put his swords back in their hilts and prepared to use his special move again. We went behind the shield and waited for the move to pass, but the samurai had something else in mind.

Knowing that we were behind the shield, he gathered his strength and prepared to unleash his move. But this time, he didn't stand still. He moved closer to us.

When my brother and I realized this, we pressed on the shield with all our strength. The samurai, using his special power, attacked the shield with all his energy. I tried to shoot with the advanced rifle in my hand, but it was difficult to take aim while holding it. My bullets did not hit, at least I wanted him to think so. As a result of the excessive application of force, the shield began to crack, and my brother put pressure on the shield to throw his beam for the last time. The shield managed to hit the samurai in front, but the samurai broke the shield at the same time.

We were left defenseless, and the samurai, badly wounded in the shoulder, was standing in front of me and about to strike with his sword. Suddenly, my brother made a sacrifice and jumped in front of the sword, taking the blow for me. I tried to call out to him, but before I could turn my head, the samurai grabbed me by the throat and lifted me into the air.

As I was about to meet my end, I quickly used my hands to direct the bullet I had fired before the shield broke, keeping it in the air and under my control. The samurai, unaware of everything, was about to stab his sword into my heart when suddenly my bullet hit his exposed throat from the left. The samurai, who had just attacked me, was soon knocked down, barely breathing.

Barely breathing, the samurai tried to talk to me. "You fought dishonorably," he said.

I put my gun to his head; "You got what you deserved," I said coldly. Without thinking, I pulled the trigger and fired.

Thus our battle ended, I knew we'd made it, but my brother wouldn't open his eyes. Once again, I had lost my brother. I was in indescribable pain.

I was squatting next to my brother and looking at him in silence. I was proud of him as a brother. Once again he had been a big brother and protected me, just like he used to.