Koushin: Konoha’s Dragonborn[Completed]

Koushin smirked, seeing that he had the upper hand. He decided to unleash one of his original Jutsu - Lightning Blade. This was something ‘he came up with’ after he learned Chidori from Kakashi. Basically a bladed version of Chidori but his version was vibrating constantly. He focused his chakra into his hand, creating a sharp, jagged blade of lightning, vibrating as it cried.

Haskill saw the attack coming, but it was too late. Koushin's Lightning Blade sliced through his defenses like they were paper, striking Haskill squarely in the chest.

The Daedra general staggered back, his magic faltering. He knew that he had been defeated.

Koushin stepped forward, his Lightning Chakra Mode still active. He looked down at Haskill, who was struggling to stay upright.

"You fought well," Koushin said, with a mockery laced voice "But it's time for you to admit defeat."

Haskill nodded, acknowledging his defeat. “Will you spare me? I will serve you.”

“Hehe.” Koushin chuckled. “You should have waited on your knees, then you might have become my left hand man, but now, I will send you back to your precious Sheogorath.”

The clash of the two armies echoed throughout the Shivering Isles as the Daedric forces of Koushin charged against Haskill's army. The Scamps and Clannfear led the vanguard, their claws and teeth gleaming in the sunlight. The Daedroths followed behind, their massive size and brute strength crushing any resistance they encountered.

Haskill's army responded with a barrage of Gnarl and Baliwog, their swift movements and powerful strikes causing havoc among the Daedric ranks. The Skinned Hounds snarled and bared their teeth, tearing apart the flesh of their enemies. The undead Shambles and the Daedric Golden Saints and Dark Seductresses unleashed waves of powerful magic, blasting their foes with fiery spells and lightning bolts.

But Koushin's army was not easily deterred. The Flame Atronachs let loose jets of flame that incinerated everything in their path, while the Frost Atronachs covered the battlefield in a blanket of ice, slowing the enemy's advance. The Storm Atronachs summoned lightning bolts from the sky, striking down any who dared to challenge them.

The Spider Daedra and Xivilai struck from the shadows, their sharp blades cutting through Haskill's army with ease. Harrada Roots, Bloodgrass, and Spiddal Plants erupted from the ground, ensnaring their foes and pulling them underground.

The battle raged on for hours, the Daedric forces of Koushin and Haskill's army locked in a deadly struggle for supremacy. The ground shook with the impact of powerful attacks, and the air was filled with the cries of the wounded and dying.

Silva charged towards the enemy with her sword in one hand and her staff in the other. She was a sight to behold, with her black hair flowing behind her and her armor shining in the sun. The army behind her was inspired by her bravery and followed her lead. The battlefield was chaotic, with spells and weapons flying everywhere, but Silva remained calm and collected.

As she battled, Silva also commanded her troops, shouting orders and rallying the soldiers. "For our Sovereign, Koushin! For Oblivion! We fight for a united world!" Her words echoed through the battlefield, inspiring her troops to fight harder.

Silva used her staff to cast powerful spells, while her sword slashed through the enemy's defenses. She was a force to be reckoned with, taking down enemies left and right. As the battle raged on, Silva's determination did not waver.

Finally, after hours of intense fighting, Silva emerged victorious. She stood amongst the defeated enemies, her sword and staff at the ready. "Akatosh created Oblivion for the Chosen one, Dragonborn," she said, her voice ringing out across the battlefield. "And today, we have fought to unite it once again for our Sovereign, Koushin. We have shown the enemy that we are not to be underestimated. We have proven our strength and our loyalty."

The troops cheered as Silva stood tall, victorious. They knew that they had a true leader in her, someone who was not afraid to fight alongside them and command them to victory. With Haskill dead, and most of their troops lying in blood, the rest of Haskill’s army threw away their resistance and knelt on the ground, in front of Koushin who looked down at them with cold indifference.

"Heh! Servants of Isles, I come before you today with a promise. I have taken the Isles, and soon I will take the rest of Oblivion. Those who obeyed me from the beginning, those who saw the truth of my rule and submitted willingly, will be rewarded. They will be allowed to continue to exist under my rule, and will benefit from the peace and prosperity that I bring.

However, there are those who resist me, who choose to cling to their old ways and their old loyalties. They choose to stand against the inevitable march of progress, and for that they will be punished. They will feel the full weight of my wrath, and they will learn the hard way that my rule is absolute.

But do not fear, my little Deadra, for I am not a cruel ruler. I am simply a just one, and those who stand with me will be rewarded. The rest will learn to fear me, and will eventually submit to my rule. Such is the way of things, and there is nothing that can be done to change it.

So I call on all of you to kneel! Kneel before your true ruler. I am the Sovereign of Oblivion! These lands, all of these, everything you see and beyond your comprehension are my birthright. Bow to my rule."

First to fall was Silva, who was awed by the sudden aura unleashed by Koushin. She had never felt it on him before, but as he looked at the dead bodies, all of sudden this magnificence appeared out of nowhere.

Rest of the Deadra soon followed suit. They were on their knees, looking at Koushin with apprehension and awe. Oh how they were fooled. If they knew the Dragonborn was the born-leader of these realms, would they even resist? Haskill tricked them into believing Dragonborn was just a mortal playing with gods. How did they fall!

“Silva, rise.” Koushin said. “You don’t kneel ever again. Those who bowed to my rule at the beginning also rise. You will be the leaders of your races as we conquer more lands. Your destiny will start from now on.”