“So you plan to disperse our clans?” frowned the general. “There have been rumors to the effect.”

“There will be no clans in Omung,” confirmed Omung. “We will build a city right here for now, but that is only the start. When Okata is complete, we will build the next city further north. We will continue to build great cities along the entire coast of Omung. People will move from city to city without regard for clans. There will be no squabbling among my people. I will be the emperor and sole ruler of the country. My word will be law, and that is how future emperors will rule.”

“Many will fight this,” warned the general. “The clans have been a part of our history since the beginning. Many feel that their clans have been blessed by the gods.”

Omung frowned and his eyes moved distractedly over the gathering armies. He was silent for a long time before he spoke.

“I will determine who the gods bless,” Omung finally declared. “I shall not be known as the emperor, but rather as Katana, a holy ruler. Let it be known that the gods have spoken to me today. Our country is to be ruled by a Katana chosen by the gods.”

“That will quell most of the dissent,” frowned the general. “Some will still question you.”

“Then they will die,” shrugged Omung. “I will not tolerate any dissension. If they must have some feelings of control over their own lives, I will set up a council to advise the Katana. That will make them feel important enough to squash objections. If it is not, I will depend on your troops to enforce my laws.”

“You know that I will remain loyal to you no matter what happens,” pledged the general.