Jinn BLADE
Chapter 74 | Kain The Brave

Chapter 74: Chapter 74 | Kain The Brave

The howls of beasts, combined with the visceral screams of the unknown echoed throughout the night—distant yet haunting, rippling through the stillness of the camp, never leaving them be.

A reminder that they are indeed in a monster infested forest.

Atop, the moon hung in the night sky like a pale light, watching over the world below, casting long shadows that flickered along with the campfires around the map.

The camp had finally been set up.

Tents stood orderly across the flat ground, some were closer to each other while others were spaced apart.

The fires burned low and steady, cracking subtly along the wind.

Every so often, a rustle will come from the trees to which made some to flinch at the unknown sound—expecting monsters that would attack the camp.

But it was only Garan.

High in the trees, he moved and prowled as he blended with the dark giant branches that he stood upon.

He paused, crouching low.

"No trees close enough to bounce through," he snarled, annoyance laced in his breath—before shifting his gaze up top, towards the towering ridge that loomed the camp.

"Mhm, that’s a good spot."

With a soft leap, he then dropped from the branch, sliding against the bark as he plunged his claws into it as he descended.

*Skrrrk!

He then moved towards the ridge he had just seen, deeming it as a worthy spot for him to take rest and scout.

Meanwhile, Jinn was along with the rest of his friends, sitting around logs that had been cut and placed around a campfire.

The fire cracked along with their voices softly echoing around the area as they continued their conversations.

"So through the course of your whole training, your mentor just chased you down—trying to take your life?" Orin raised a brow, her tone slightly not believing Verhedyn’s story.

"Ohh! That’s terrible!" Emera’s hand both on her lips, in shock of the information, before turning to Verhedyn as if expecting for further clarification.

"Well... you could say that." Verhedyn scratched the back of his head, shrugged, and sighed.

"But I admit, that lousy excuse of a mentor actually knows his stuff."

He then extended his arm, fingers curling, then slowly curling as if grasping something invisible in the air.

*crack!

A sharp crack echoed out a second later, and a dagger of ice materialized in his hand—clear, jagged, and gleaming with a cold shimmer.

The weapon pulsed faintly, as if it was alive.

"By the end of the fourth day," Verhedyn said, exhaling as he continued, "he finally stopped chasing me and actually taught me how to control the eidra I was pulling out by instinct alone."

He looked down, recalling the memories.

"That’s why he kept hunting me down like that, to bring out my eidra by instinct."

*clap! *clap! *clap!

Emera gave a soft clap in acknowledgment.

Then she turned her head toward Jinn, curiosity flicking in her eyes.

"And Jinn?" she asked, her voice clam but clearly intrigued.

"How did he awaken his eidra?"

Jinn sat cross legged, silent, his eyes closed in stillness as if lost in deep thought or meditation.

The moment the question was asked, the air seemed to change.

A quiet weight settled over.

The topic wasn’t easy, it was sensitive, as it pulled them back to the memories they wanted to forget.

The city of Leran. The Fire.

The screams.

Nevi’s death.

Ophelia opened her mouth, hesitating.

"Uhh... that’s..." she stammered, her words stuttering as she searched for words to respond.

But Jinn answered first—his eyes opened slowly, sharp but calm.

"I died," he said flatly, staring straight at Emera.

Emera blinked, caught off guard from Jinn’s response.

"You died...?"

"Precisely," Jinn replied.

"I died protecting my friends."

His hands then curled into a tight fist.

"And I was brought back to life—no, reborn by the enemy that enslaves us as of this moment."

A brief silence then followed Jinn’s words, the weight of them settling over the group.

But before anyone could speak, a sudden gasp echoed from one of the nearby tents, sharp and loud.

Jinn’s eyes widened in alarm.

"That was Kain’s tent!" he said, springing to his feet.

Without hesitation, he broke into a fast jog, heading straight for the tent where Kain had been placed to rest and recover.

In a quick manner, Jinn slipped through the flap of the tent.

The others exchanged glances before hurrying after him, each one peering inside, one by one.

And there he was—Kain, sitting up slowly, his movements stiff and shaky.

"Uhh... guys?" Kain mumbled, his voice hoarse, his body still heavy with fatigue.

Jinn stared at him for a moment, the tension in his chest began to melt away.

A smirk then curled at the corner of his lips as relief swept over him.

He then turned to look at Ophelia, saying no words.

But she understood.

Without a word, she stepped into the tent and knelt beside Kain, placing one hand on his chest and the other on his back.

Then closing her eyes, she drew a deep breath,

*phew...

centering herself as she focused her eidra.

A soft golden light began to glow from her palms, steady and warm, flowing into Kain as she continued to channel.

Her expression remained calm, brows slightly furrowed in concentration.

She could feel it clearly now—her golden strands of eidra searching through him, detecting no trace of the corrupted eidra that had once threatened his life.

Only Kain’s own eidra remained, vibrant and amber, flowing naturally through his body.

Ophelia slowly opened her eyes and turned to Jinn, offering him a small smile and a reassuring nod.

"He’s all good now," she said gently.

"About damned time, Kain! We were worried sick!" Orin called out, her voice bright with relief as her head poked through the tent opening.

Vox, standing just behind her, crossed his arms and gave a small nod.

"Looks like he’ll need a bit more rest. His muscles aren’t ready to move just yet."

But Kain thought otherwise.

His eyes narrowed with determination as he sat up straighter.

"No. I must train," he said firmly, clenching his hand into a fist.

"I have to get stronger... so things like this won’t happen again."

Jinn’s eyes widened, caught off guard by Kain’s resolve.

That eagerness—the hunger to grow stronger, reminded him of his current self.

The fire in Kain’s voice wasn’t born from pride or recklessness, but from purpose.

"But that’s—" Ophelia began, worry laced in her voice.

She didn’t finish.

"Very well," Jinn interrupted with a slight smile.

"Then you’ll join me and Hector. The moment the first light touches the sky, we’ll begin our training together."

He leaned down and ruffled Kain’s hair gently. "But for now, you need to rest."

Kain blinked, surprised by the warmth in Jinn’s voice.

"So he can smile..." a voice muttered from outside.

Everyone turned.

Emera stood at the tent’s entrance, peeking in.

She flinched as their eyes landed on her and scratched the back of her head with an awkward grin.

"Ah... hahaha!" she chuckled nervously. Then, looking directly at Jinn, she added, "Do you mind if I join your training as well?"

Jinn paused, his eyes briefly narrowing as his mind recalled a memory—the moment she blocked his kick without hesitation.

The way she had kept up with him, even while he used his eidra to move swiftly.

She’s trained, he thought.

And skilled with eidra. That much is clear.

"Very well," he said. "I assume you’re proficient in hand-to-hand combat?"

Emera’s eyes lit up. "How did you know!" she beamed.

Without hesitation, she clenched her fists and unleashed a blindingly fast punch into the air.

*Whip!

The force of it released a sharp gust of wind, startling even the ones outside.

"Hey, why don’t we join them?" Verhedyn asked from behind.

"No," Orin replied, arms crossed thoughtfully.

"Jinn, Hector, and Kain are used to channeling their eidra through their weapons. We, on the other hand, shape our eidra into raw energy—something that entirely different than tem."

She turned to Ophelia. "I say we train with you. You’re the most skilled among us when it comes to controlling the flow of eidra."

Ophelia blinked, surprised, then nodded slowly.

"I can do that. Master Amaron taught me well—he focused a lot on flow control and discipline. I can show you what I know."

She stood up, brushing off her knees and giving a soft smile.

"Very well," Jinn said, giving a final nod.

"It’s decided. At first light, we all train—to sharpen our eidra, and ourselves."

He turned and began walking toward the tent’s exit.

But before he could step out, a voice called behind him.

"J-Jinn!"

He turned around, meeting Kain’s gaze. T

he boy’s face was tense, his voice shaky.

"Did I... do well? Was I any help... during the fight?" Kain asked, uncertainty creeping in his mind.

Jinn looked at him for a moment. Then he smiled and raised a hand, giving a confident thumbs-up.

"You did exceptional, Kain. You’ve become brave."

Kain’s eyes widened, his breath catching.

Jinn’s words struck something deep within him—a warmth bloomed in his chest, rising like a quiet flame.

For the first time, he felt it clearly.

Pride.

A silent smile spread across his face as he slowly lay back against the linen mat.

His heart pounded—not with fear, but with something different.

He had taken a step forward.

He had finally become brave.

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