Jinn BLADE
Chapter 71 | New Meats

Chapter 71: Chapter 71 | New Meats

*Fwoosh! *rustle...!

Jinn sat with his back against a decently sized rock, the cool surface pressing against him as he stared into the distance.

The surroundings were quiet now.

No shrieks, no howls, no snarls, and no danger.

Only the whistle of wind brushing against the giant trees around as their branches swayed and creaked.

He then lets out a sigh as he relaxes his body to gather his thoughts.

What if Biyo hadn’t arrived, what if he didn’t arrive in time?

What if Ophelia wasn’t with them, who would heal Kain?

*shak!

Jinn unsheathed Fangeryth with a slow and deliberate motion—the blade gleamed a hue of crimson faintly in the light.

He observed it with silence, eyes tracking the crimson veins that travelled along its sleek blade, as if they pulsating with eidra.

He then closed his eyes and gently rested his forehead against the flat of the blade.

All of this... it wouldn’t have happened if I used Zendrell’s move earlier.

The thought from within Jinn’s mind rang out, sharp and bitter at the same time. The very thought that gnawed at him, screaming within his mind.

He breathed slowly, calming the chaos that was festering from within.

It wasn’t that he had forgotten or was scared to use Zendrell’s technique.

He could’ve used it.

But he didn’t.

Not because he lacked resolve.

But because he lacked control.

He clenched the hilt tighter.

That was the truth, wasn’t it?

He wasn’t strong enough to use it without destroying his body.

Not Yet.

The technique was power incarnate—raw, overwhelming, and dangerous.

And if misused, it could’ve just as easily killed everyone around him due to its radius.

Since entering Gravemarch, there hasn’t been a moment where he’d train to master it as he had let the chaos of survival consume him, pushing aside discipline for instinct.

The instinct to survive.

Jinn opened his eyes, sheathing the blade on his hip as he released another sigh.

Then suddenly, a voice—sharp and unfamiliar, pierced the quietness of the air.

"Heya!"

A small hand waved from above the rock Jinn was leaning on.

Jinn tensed instantly, leaping up from the rock he’d been leaning against.

His hand snapped to the hilt of Fangeryth, his instincts screaming.

Around him, others reacted to his movement as several bodies flinched into motion, hands snapping to weapons—spears, blades, and even energy weapons glinting upon the light.

Then, a girl stood atop the rock.

Young, no older than Jinn himself.

Her arms were wrapped in crude, first stained bandages that completely wrapped her hands to her shoulders.

Her expression was relaxed, even cheerful, as she gave a casual wave towards Jinn.

"No need to be on edge!" she said promptly with a smile.

Then she gestured over her shoulder, pointing at the group behind her—men, women and even children, all in rough attire—their faces weathered and cautious.

"We’re just like you. Slaves."

Jinn’s eyes narrowed, his stance began to relax, but his blade was still ready.

He gave the young girl a single glance as he raised his brow—before turning away without a word, his boots thudding across the forest floor as he began to walk away.

"W-Wait!" she shouted, jogging after him with quick steps.

She then reached out, hand extended to catch his arm.

But the moments her fingers neared, the sword whipped halfway from its sheath—Jinn quickly spun his body, intercepting her hand with the pommel of Fangeryth.

*Clack!

The girl flinched, but she was fast as she catched the pommel with one of her hands. Yet she trembled under the force of pressure Jinn was giving.

"L-Let’s talk like normal people, shall we?" she said with a forced smile, her voice slightly quivering from the pressure.

"No," Jinn promptly replied.

*Whack!

He swiped her hand away with a flick of his wrist and followed it with a low, sweeping kick aimed at her shin.

Jinn wanted to make her fall.

But she was fast.

Her leg lifted just in time, blocking the kick with her own shin.

*Thud!

Both of their shins made contact, her shin clashing against Jinn’s.

Jinn could sense it, no—he could feel it on his own shin.

This girl knows how to fight.

"Hey, damned brat—we’re fighting for our lives here! Do you really have to be such an asshole!?"

A gruff voice cut through the air.

It was a middle aged man stepping froward from the crowd just behind the girl, his eyes full of irritation as he stormed towards Jinn.

"W-Wait Revan... I can han—" the girl spoke before being interrupted by Jinn.

Without a word, Jinn slammed the based of his sheath into the ground

*Thud!

And swiped it forward in one fluid motion.

*Fwhip!

A spray of dust and dirt exploded into the air, blinding both the girl and the man.

They flinched and stumbled back, coughing.

Jinn didn’t wait or interact any further as he turned sharply, his legs tensing and bending.

In a blink, he sprinted through the trees, his speed amplified by a sudden pulse of eidra wrapping his legs.

But to his surprise—someone kept up.

The girl.

She emerged from the settling dust he had just thrown, running just beside him, her gaze locked on him.

Hey! I’m just trying to talk to y—"

*Snap!

Her foot hit a long twig—she yelped and tumbled forward, crashing into a patch of brush with a graceless

*Thud!

Jinn glanced back one, unimpressed as he gave a subtle shake of his head before continuing forward—not bothering to check if she was alright.

Why would he?

He doesn’t even know her—nor is he interested to find out.

A moment later, he emerged through the tree line, boots skidding lightly against the dirt as he finally returned to the group.

The others turned at the sound of his arrival.

"What is it, Jinn?" Ophelia asked, rising to her feet, tilting her head.

Jinn then pointed over his shoulder with his thumb.

"There’s a group of slaves coming right at us."

"Now?" Verhedyn asked, arms crossing.

"Now," Jinn said flatly.

As if on cue, the girl from before burst through the clearing with a gasp, leaves and twigs tangled in her bandages.

Behind her, the rest of the survivors poured out.

By number, there were more of them than Jinn’s by far, they were ragged but armed—their eyes scanning every face of Jinn’s group with a mix of suspicion and relief.

"There they are," Garan snarled, eyes piercing.

"New meats."

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