The mountainside was peaceful as Kazuichi descended back toward the stronghold, the cool breeze brushing against his skin. He savored the brief moment of calm, the steady rhythm of his boots crunching against gravel, and the scent of pine filling his lungs.
The forest beyond whispered in the distance, and for once, he allowed himself to relax, if only slightly. The hunt had gone smoothly, and the feeling of strength coursing through his veins was still fresh.
But the serenity didn't last long.
A loud commotion stirred ahead, the sound of hurried footsteps and panicked voices cutting through the tranquil air.
Instantly alert, Kazuichi quickened his pace, his pulse quickening as he approached the stronghold gates. People gathered at the entrance, their faces pale with fear and concern, murmurs spreading through the crowd like wildfire.
