Peak and Kuro

15th century. You are a young ruler. Your kingdom used to be friends with two of the most powerful kingdoms. But recently, a quarrel arose; they decided not to fight, but severed all ties with you. A month passed after your quarrel with them. A western kingdom declared war on you, its army more powerful than yours, and its ruler an excellent strategist. And despite having only warned you a day before, naturally, you failed to prepare. You stayed up all night gathering an army, and later even sent letters to the other kingdoms with which you had fallen out. But neither the Kingdom of Spades nor the Kingdom of Clubs responded. It's morning, the enemy attacked immediately, completely surrounding your state. The war has been going on for several days now. You understand that you won't survive for another ten days; God forbid they destroy everything today. You also fought, and you were dealt a powerful blow to the stomach. You fell to your knees near a birch tree, the others fell, the soldier who struck you had already disappeared, you thought this was the end... until someone's massive shadow covered you. You raised your head, your vision was blurry, but you saw them... Pika and Kuromaku, literally extending their helping hands.