Chrono Blade: The Soul of the Forbidden AI - Chapter 7
Chapter 7:
Rina stood in the middle of the ruined courtyard, arms crossed, eyes fixed on Jin like he was some clueless landlord inspecting a burned-down inn.
“This place is falling apart,” she said flatly.
“Good bones,” Jin replied.
Kyo peeked over a cracked wall, holding a bent broom like a sword.
“And ghosts. Don’t forget the ghosts.”
“You screamed because a squirrel ran past you,” Rina said.
“It had intent,” Kyo muttered.
Jin ignored them both. He knelt, palm pressed against the stone floor. The spiritual veins beneath the Ironhowl ruins pulsed faintly — old, but alive. Dormant, not dead.
“Chrono,” he said mentally, “can we activate the central formation?”
“Not without repairs,” the sword spirit replied. “And a better power source than your current cultivation level. You barely qualify as a candle.”
“I’ll take that as a ‘not yet.’”
They worked for hours.
Jin cleared broken training dummies. Rina patched holes in the meditation hall roof with scavenged wood and stubborn grit. Kyo, after sweeping half the courtyard, declared himself “Chief of Logistics” and spent most of his time organizing rocks by shape.
“You’re not seriously sorting gravel,” Rina said.
“It’s called tactical landscaping,” Kyo replied. “Maybe you enjoy stepping on jagged sorrow at night.”
Rina looked at Jin. “Why is he here again?”
“Because,” Jin said without looking up, “I don’t believe in throwing people away.”
“Even the stupid ones?”
“Especially the stupid ones. They’re the most loyal.”
“Thank you,” Kyo said proudly, not realizing it wasn’t a compliment.
That night, they gathered around a small campfire under the shattered roof. Wind whistled through the cracks, carrying the scent of pine and old blood.
Kyo roasted mushrooms on a stick.
“You think we’ll actually survive out here?”
“No,” Rina said immediately.
“I think we’ll do more than survive,” Jin said. “We’ll grow.”
“How?” she asked. “We have no elders. No backers. No foundation.”
“We build it ourselves.”
“With what? Hope?”
“With time,” Jin replied. “With pain. With people who have nowhere left to go and no one to trust but each other.”
“That sounds like a cult,” Kyo muttered.
Chrono stirred in Jin’s mind. “Correction: statistically, you already qualify as one.”
The next day, trouble found them — as it always did.
A lone cultivator approached the gates. Dressed in the robes of a minor sect, his eyes were sunken, skin pale. Behind him, two more trailed, blades drawn.
“This area’s off-limits,” the lead man said. “The Ironhowl ruins are claimed by the Red Ember Union.”
“Not anymore,” Jin said calmly.
“Then we’ll reclaim it — over your corpse.”
Steel sang. The courtyard echoed with the clash of blades and the crunch of stone.
Jin moved like shadow. Rina struck with precision. Kyo, to his own surprise, actually managed to land a blow with a broken spear shaft.
Moments later, the three attackers lay unconscious in the dirt, one of them groaning with a shattered wrist.
“We could’ve killed them,” Rina muttered, wiping blood from her blade.
“I know,” Jin replied.
“Why didn’t we?”
“Because next time they come back,” he said, “they’ll bring more. I want them scared. Not angry. Fear spreads faster.”
That evening, Jin carved the sect name into the outer wall. Not with energy — just a dull knife and his own hand.
Blade Resonance Hall — etched into cracked stone.
Kyo looked at it, head tilted. “Kinda dramatic, don’t you think?”
“It’s not for now,” Jin said. “It’s for the ones who come later. The ones like us.”
“Desperate?” Rina asked.
“Determined.”
“Sounds like a fancy word for suicidal,” she muttered.
“Maybe. But if the world’s going to call us madmen,” Jin said, sheathing his sword, “we may as well build something worth the name.”
Chrono pulsed faintly from his sheath.
“One ruined sect. Three broken people. Zero resources.”
“Let’s see what hell you stir next.”
