Reincarnated with the Country System-Chapter 175: The 2nd Round

The next round has begun.

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Here, the warriors will fight using traditional weapons.

The goal is not to kill, but to disarm, incapacitate, or force the opponent to surrender.

They equip themselves with heavy wooden maces and leather shields with stone or bronze edges.

Any warrior who fought dishonestly, using cowardly tactics or refusing to fight, would be immediately disqualified.

Alberto had read about such weapons before. Inca warriors had once used macanas in battle, to break bones and shatter armor. But the Takus had improved them further. Some had curved edges, designed to dig into an opponent's defences, while others had serrated sides, designed to tear flesh.

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The first two warriors stepped onto the battlefield.

Elder Naia and her opponent were a young warrior named Atak.

A trumpet sounded, signalling the start of the fight.

Atak moved first, gripping his mace tightly as he ran to the side, using his speed to circle Naia.

Naia, in contrast, remained still, her shield raised, waiting.

Then, with a sudden jolt, Atak leapt forward, swinging his mace diagonally and striking.

The blow was brutal—Naia took the blow with her shield, absorbing most of the force, but the sheer speed forced her to take a step back.

Atak stepped forward and struck again, but this time Naia reacted.

With a powerful blow, Naia slammed her mace into Atak's side.

A terrible thud echoed across the field.

Atak staggered to the ground, his ribs probably not broken, but bruised.

But he didn't fall.

Instead, he rolled with the impact, twisting away from the next attack. He wasn't strong enough to match Naia's raw power, but he could outmanoeuvre her.

Atak shifted into a low stance, keeping his movements unpredictable. He launched quick, precise strikes, targeting the gaps in Naia's defences. One hit landed on the older warrior's thigh. Another clipped his shoulder.

The crowd murmured. The young warrior was holding his own.

But then, Naia changed tactics. Instead of swinging wildly, she waited. She let Atak come in for another strike, then suddenly slammed her shield forward, bashing Atak square in the chest.

Atoc gasped, his body thrown backwards. His macana slipped from his grasp and clattered onto the stone floor.

Silence.

The duel was over.

Naia lowered her weapon, breathing heavily. She had won.

Atoc, though defeated, had proven himself a warrior.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the younger fighter rose to his feet, despite the pain, and bowed in respect to his opponent.

Alberto exhaled. "That was brutal… but incredible."

Their fight is so awesome, should I also test my newfound power here,

That would be so cool

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Wynter Region

The Winter Region is located in the eastern part of Britannia. Like the North, which was devastated by the Latvian invasion, Wynter was spared the direct horrors of the War of the North. However, they are still under great pressure. The region had sent a huge amount of resources and manpower to the front. Now, with the war over, those who survived were slowly returning home.

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Aqua Wynter was training in the courtyard of her castle as usual.

In her hand was a thin long sword. This sword, called Frostbite, had been passed down through the Winter family for generations. It was said to be filled with the spirit of Wynter, a weapon as cold and unyielding as the winter itself.

Aqua's movements were fluid.

She practised alone, her only companion the rhythmic sound of her feet and the occasional chirping of birds.

As Aqua finished her training, footsteps echoed in the courtyard.

She turned to see her trusted advisor, Elias, approaching. Elias was a man in his late forties with a grey beard and a kind but tired expression. He had worked for the Wynter family for decades.

"My lady," Elias greeted, bowing slightly. "You are already working hard. But I would advise you to choose a companion for yourself now. Otherwise, someone else will take over our region after you, since you are the sole heir to the Wynter house."

Aqua sheathed her sword and wiped the sweat from her brow. "You are right, Elias. But I am not ready for this yet."

Elias nodded, his expression becoming serious. "Of course. I understand that. I have come here to discuss an important matter. Survivors are returning in large numbers, and they are not alone. Refugees from war-torn regions are seeking refuge in Wynter."

Aqua's brow furrowed. "How many?"

"Hundreds, maybe thousands," Elias replied. "They are desperate, my lady. Many are injured, and all need food and shelter."

Aqua sighed. The Winter region was already struggling to support its people. Taking in refugees would further drain their resources. But turning them away was no option. The people of Wynter had always prided themselves on their compassion and resilience. To abandon those in need would be a betrayal of their values. Besides, they were from the same country.

"Open the sacks," Aqua said after a moment. "Distribute whatever food we can spare. And send word to the villages—those with room to take in the refugees must. We will help them however we can."

Elias nodded, though his expression was concerned. "It will be a heavy burden, my lady. But I will arrange it now."

As Elias was leaving, Aqua called out to him. "And Elias... send word to the council. We need to discuss a long-term solution. This is just the beginning."

After Elias left, Aqua remained in the courtyard.

As she stood there, a memory flashed back—a conversation with her father, the former Marquis, before his death. He had told her, "The duty of a ruler is not to seek glory, but to bear the burden of responsibility. People will look to you in times of need, and you must be ready to bear their burdens."

Council Meeting

Aqua sat at the head of a long wooden table in the castle's council chamber. Around her were her council members, advisors, and a group of regional leaders. The atmosphere was tense as they discussed the influx of refugees and the strain on their resources.

"We don't have enough food to feed everyone," said Lord Harrow, a stout man. "At this rate, we will face famine within months."

Lady Serin, a sharp-tongued noblewoman, nodded in agreement. "And what about our own people? They have already sacrificed so much for the war. How can we ask them to give more?"

Aqua listened quietly, her expression unreadable. When the room fell silent, she spoke. "I understand your concerns. But we cannot turn our backs on those in need. The Winterlands have always been a beacon of hope, and we must maintain that legacy."

She paused, her gaze darting around the room. "Here's what we'll do. First, we'll introduce rationing to ensure our resources last as long as possible. Second, we'll send emissaries to the surrounding regions and Duke Gorge to help. And third, we'll focus on rebuilding our infrastructure to support a growing population. It won't be easy, but it's necessary."

The council members exchanged uneasy glances.

"But, My Lady, this requires a great deal of resources. We do not have that much money."

Then Aqua said, "We can ask the queen for help with the money."

"But...

Just then a soldier came there.

"I apologize for disturbing you now, but there is a message directly from the Royal capital."

The soldier took a scroll and handed it to Aqua.

Everyone was a little surprised by this.

"What happened, My lady, is this about the refugees?" said a subordinate.

Aqua was surprised after reading the letter.

"No, it says about our colonization"

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An air base of the Bernard Empire was built on one of the islands of Britannia.

This air base was built in a place from which it was possible to attack and send support to most parts of Britannia.

Currently, many planes are preparing to take off from the runway of this air base.

Most of the roads in the northern region were very bad, and due to this, the army was not able to deliver aid to all places, and even if they did— it would have wasted a lot of time. So it was decided to deliver the necessary aid to all places through the planes.

The planes will airdrop food and essential supplies from the sky to various places in the north, where aid has not yet reached.

The food supplies include high-calorie ration packs, canned food, and dried staples such as rice and beans. These are designed to provide immediate nutrition and can last for weeks without refrigeration. There are also water purification tablets, which are easy to use and can make contaminated water drinkable. There are also blankets and clothing.

They will distribute many leaflets with these.

The leaflets are printed in the regional languages of Britain. They provide clear, step-by-step guides and illustrations for opening and using the airdrop supplies so that even people who cannot read can understand them.

They also contain other information. A brief description of the relief efforts and what to expect in the coming days. Safety guidelines. Avoiding contaminated water, recognising the symptoms of common illnesses etc.

The leaflets were printed on durable, weather-resistant paper, so they would remain intact even in difficult conditions. Illustrations were used extensively, depicting everything from setting up tents to providing first aid.