This won't go well, Jin thinks to himself as he wipes his right hand on the ronin attire and draws the katana once more. The only way out aside from jumping in the lake. Kage neighs, gallops towards the cemetery. The golden reins almost slip out of his still blood slickened grip as he whips them. "Leave his face untouched! The shogun wants his head!" ![]() He ducks, chin against Kage's mane, and avoids another arrow. A slash on his thigh begins throbbing when he slings himself over the stallion's back. He abandons his uncle's corpse and whistles for Kage. I'm sorry, are the only two words on his mind. His uncle's body falls onto the leaf-covered ground. Not even getting a chance to blink away his tears, Jin bolts up to his feet, his body protesting against every move. Of course the shogun's men would be hot on his trail. He should've known, Jin thinks to himself. "Don't let the Ghost get out of here alive!"Ībout fifteen men come running out of the cemetery. It digs itself into the red leaves, centimeters away from Jin's ankle. "The bastard killed the jitō!" A male voice pierces the air, before an arrow comes flying the next second. It's soothing.like a cold hand on an open wound. ![]() It reminds him that the world continues its flow, with or without him and the ones he has lost. If anything, Jin is thankful for the peace that follows, for the way the leaves continue to fall around him, the way the wind still blows ever so lightly. He doesn't know how much time passes, however he feels his muscles ache from the way his uncle's dead body rests against him. Watching Lord Shimura's blood-speckled face slowly lose color, seeing the blood begin to crust on the bright red leaves, having to deal with his hyperactive mind, which replays hours upon hours of dueling and talking and laughing together.This is his punishment. Everything hurts the crushing realization that this is only a fraction of the price he will pay settles in. He glances down at his two balled fists, and the tanto, at the slashes across his own arms and torso, then, utterly terrified, his glance finds his uncle's corpse. The man that taught him everything he knows, made him everything he is - that same goddamn man slumps against Jin like dead weight. Every bone of his feels like it's about to crack. Yet, when he withdraws the Sakai tanto from Lord Shimura's abdomen, the weight of the world seems to rest on his shoulders alone. Stabbing a katana, shooting arrows, even slicing throats open from behind has all become an instinct. ![]() She also stole Jin's katana and traded it for food and medicine, but later on, she helped him retrieve his weapon during the attack in Komoda Town.Killing has become muscle memory for Jin. ![]()
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