Chapter 213 - Echoes of the Abyss

Jin descended the scarred hilltop, Muramasa sheathed at his side, its hum a quiet anchor as he entered Tsukumo Village. The dawn's light bathed the valley, casting golden rays over thatched huts and swaying crops, the river flowing gently, its earlier turbulence gone. The air was crisp, scented with earth and smoke, but the village buzzed with life. Villagers spilled from their homes, their fear replaced by vibrant relief, their voices rising in a chorus of gratitude. Kenta, the vegetable seller, waved him into the bustling square, his grin wide. "You're our savior!" he called, clapping Jin's shoulder. The shrine elder trailed behind, his weathered face softened by hope, while children darted around, their laughter bright. Jin's hakama swished, his tunic torn, Muramasa drawing curious glances, but he felt the weight of their thanks, a warmth that clashed with the system's lingering silence.