A great many people believed that an ancient heritage must be kept and preserved exactly as it was, not changing a thing.

However, many other people believed in assets and progress. They thought what good was an ancient heritage if it didn’t evolve along with the ages.

What happened with Ginjiro Donjon or fortress castle was the latter. Ginjiro Donjon once housed the daimyo who later became a shogun, Amigaharu Munetori. However, while all other donjons in Shima ended up as museums, Ginjiro was transformed by its current owner, the Jinbei Clan into the JinCorp headquarters. In other words, it became the palace of a great business empire.

As the group of eight fighters approached Ginjiro Donjon, the fortress loomed before them under the midday sun, imposing and foreboding. Shingo couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine as he gazed upon the structure, knowing the atrocities that had taken place within its walls.

Ryonoken, ever the optimist, spoke up first. “This is such a majestic place, where heroes rose and forged into greatness. But I never thought Ginjiro Donjon becomes a place for atrocities.”

Shingo nodded in agreement. “Jinbei Clan, the caretaker, is not as honorable as Amigaharu Shogun. Greed and money have tainted that place forever.”

Shiori, however, was determined to see the good in the situation. “Well, looks like it’s up to us to ‘purify’ this Amiga heritage, restoring it to its honorable origin.”

Ryonoken smiled. “Good, that’s the spirit. You two are Amigaharu descendants indeed!”

Shingo appreciated Ryonoken’s encouragement. “Thank you, Ryo-san. Now, do we have a clue on how to get through inside this fortress? There must be many traps inside.”

As they approached the entrance, they could see that the exterior was just as daunting as they had imagined.

As Shingo’s team ascended the floors of Ginjiro Donjon, their path was obstructed by a relentless army of workbots and guardbots. The metallic clang of swords and the resounding crack of gunfire filled the air as the heroes unleashed their skills upon their mechanical adversaries.

Shiori, her Mikazuki-Munechika legendary katana gleaming with determination, moved with grace and precision, slicing through the bots with great swiftness.

Nishi, the skilled sniper and karate practitioner, showcased her versatility, taking down enemies from a distance with deadly accuracy before engaging in close combat with agile finesse.

Ryonoken, the silent ninja, displayed remarkable agility as he twirled his twin kodachis, dispatching his foes one by one. Once he charged forward and in less than three seconds left a row of decapitated bots in his wake.

Keiji, armed with his trusty gun and naginata, shifted seamlessly between ranged and close-quarter combat, delivering calculated strikes that incapacitated the bots with swift efficiency.

Chiyo, the painter imbued with lightning magic, summoned bolts of electricity that crackled and danced through the air, electrocuting the bots and leaving them smoldering in her wake.

And the fiercest of them all was of course the leader, Shingo. Unleashing multiple slashes on each bot, he left a littering mess of machinery parts on the floor and some more dents on his

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The battle waged on, each member of the team utilizing their unique abilities to overcome the overwhelming numbers of their robotic adversaries. The floors of Ginjiro Donjon became a battleground, strewn with the wreckage of defeated bots and the echoes of battle.

Through unwavering determination and relentless teamwork, Shingo’s team pressed forward, overcoming every obstacle in their path. With each step, they grew closer to their ultimate goal, the top floor of Ginjiro Donjon. They fought with courage, their movements fluid and synchronized, anticipating each other’s actions with uncanny precision.

As the team reached the second to the top floor, their triumphant presence was a testament to their unwavering spirit and indomitable will. The hum of machinery subsided, replaced by the heavy panting of the warriors, their bodies glistening with sweat and determination. Their collective strength and unity had carried them through the storm, emerging victorious against the mechanized horde.

Shingo surveyed around him, his eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. The path they had forged was littered with the defeated remnants of their robotic adversaries, a testament to their unyielding resolve.

As they regrouped, their camaraderie palpable in the air, they knew that their journey was far from over. But for now, they stood as a unified force, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them in the next stage of their mission.

The team reached the top floor of the majestic Ginjiro Donjon, their hearts racing as they prepared for what was to come. Shingo was taken aback by the sight before him.

There, sitting very casually on the Chairman’s seat, Hayato Mori was wiping his new toy, a gleaming blue-bladed katana. His eyes glazed over with a dark aura, and a shadowy mark on his forehead indicated that he was under some kind of spell.

“Godbrother Mori! What are you doing here? You missed the meeting, and we couldn’t contact you to report directly…!” Shingo exclaimed.

Hayato cut him off. “Just cut the chit-chat. You’re all here to find Noboru Jinbei, right? Well, as you can see, he’s not here.”

Gale spoke up. “If that’s so, we’ll be on our way. But wait, if you’re here, does it mean you’re working with JinCorp?”

“Correction,” Hayato responded. “I work for Godfather Akiba Maeda who works with Jinbei. For revealing that fact alone, I must eliminate you all.”

Mariko chimed in, “Be careful, Shingo! Hayato is not himself. See that dark shade on his forehead? I think he’s under some kind of dark spell.”

“Most likely,” Keiji agreed. “The most important thing now is we know for sure that the Yakuza is conspiring with JinCorp and Hannya, but for what?”

“That I won’t tell you,” Hayato replied stubbornly. “Godfather Akiba has ordered me to stop you all here, permanently. And I must obey.”

Chiyo added, “He’s under a spell, all right. If not, his logic would tell him that he can’t win against us all united.”