Last Samurai In A Cultivation World

The Salvation Provinces had three Elites who made up the country's pillars, and those Elites each had their own houses.

These houses acted as the Elite's private army, following any orders given as though they were law.

Sir. Tanto, or Sir Elite if you were the Hunchback, was one of the heads of these households. He was also one of the Salvation's Elites, ranking third, the lowest, out of three.

The Overlord, an unnamed individual who employed the elites and their|houses, sent an order for Sir.

Tanto to do his bidding

*Frame the Thucians; raise tensions, and divide the people, for only ununited subjects fall prey to manipulation*

And so, as Sir. Tanto's ruler commanded, he instructed the hunchback, a servant in his house, to outsource scientists to begin work on a political device

And the Burning Parasites came, evolving ever quickly. It had even managed to break into the Provinces private holy fields, an unintended and unwanted consequence. However, they were too efficient, killing too well and producing offspring too often. There were more bugs than crops.

They began to die out.

But the wanted effect had already been delivered, the people of the Provinces were riled up with just a few well-placed protesters fueling a growing flame from the despair of hunger.

Once again, the bridge being continually built between Thucians and The Provinces was hampered straining connections between people and people.

Sir. Tanto sat at his desk, looking over a myriad of papers. He held his head which throbbed like a heartbeat.

That damn hunchback... can't even follow simple orders right, I should've just done it myself. He thought, clenching his fists.

He clicked the pen he held a few times.

He looked down at a piece of paper that laid atop the others. The heading read: Denial of Bug Exterminant & Focus on T-Project

According to what the hunchback relayed, I'll have to take the fall for the Holy fields because a higher-ranking Elite forced the outsourced scientists to work on a different project... That's bullshit. You don't deliver a customer a half-finished product, even if it's from a rival house! This is why I keep telling my accountant we should recruit our own research team,' He thought, tapping his desk rhythmically.

"In any case why the T-Project? We've already spent so long trying to get it to work, and it still fails. It infuriates me to know I'll get punished for the foolishness of another" He said aloud. He exhaled heavily.

The early morning sunlight combined with the candle's flickering light. His Victorian-styled bed faded into weak shade alongside the shadows, every once in a while glowing orange with the light of the flame.

'I need rest The Elite finally concluded. He tossed his pen and stumbled into the unsure shadows.