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Chapter 10 - Chapter 10: The Weight of Decisions

Jiro's heart pounded with a mix of exhaustion and relief as he finally reached the outskirts of the village. The small, rustic settlement was just beginning to stir with the first light of dawn. Smoke rose from a few chimneys, and the faint sounds of morning routines filled the air. He could almost taste the warmth of a hearth and the comfort of a bed, but as he limped toward the village gate, he was met by a figure that made his stomach tighten with unease.

Haruto, the village's vice-chief, stood just outside the gate, his arms crossed and a stern expression etched onto his sharp features. Haruto was known for being rigid and cautious, with a deep distrust of anything or anyone that might disrupt the village's fragile peace. The sight of Jiro carrying an unknown child through the woods was bound to set off alarms.

As Jiro approached, Haruto's eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward to block the path. "Jiro," he said, his voice as cold as the morning air, "what in the gods' name do you think you're doing? Whose child is this?"

Jiro shifted the baby in his arms, feeling the tension in the air. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. "Found him in the woods," he said, trying to keep his tone steady. "Poor thing was left out there to die. I couldn't just leave him."

Haruto's eyes flicked down to the baby, his lips curling in distaste. "And what makes you think it's safe to bring him here? You don't know where he came from, or who he belongs to. For all we know, this child could bring trouble to the village."

Before Jiro could respond, a small group of villagers began to gather around, drawn by the commotion. Some of them nodded in agreement with Haruto, their faces filled with concern and suspicion. But others, seeing the helpless infant in Jiro's arms, looked on with sympathy.

"Come on, Haruto," a woman from the crowd spoke up. "It's just a baby. We can't turn him away. What harm could he possibly do?"

Haruto shot her a sharp look. "We've got enough mouths to feed as it is, Ayame. We can't afford to take in a child with no history, no family. We don't know what kind of curse or misfortune he might bring with him."

A few of Haruto's supporters murmured in agreement, but others began to push back. "Jiro's right," an older man chimed in. "We can't just leave a baby to die in the woods. What kind of people would that make us?"

Haruto's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'm thinking about the safety of the village. We've all worked too hard to keep this place safe. You don't just bring in an outsider without knowing where they came from."

Jiro felt his temper rising, but he forced himself to stay calm. He knew that meeting Haruto's anger with his own would only make things worse. "I've been a hunter for this village for years," he said, his voice steady but firm. "I've fought off beasts, protected our borders, and brought back food when the crops failed. I'm not asking for a favor—I'm asking for a chance to help this child. He's got no one else."

The tension in the air was palpable, the crowd divided between Haruto's caution and Jiro's compassion. Just when it seemed like the argument might escalate, the village chief, an elderly man named Osamu, stepped forward from the crowd. His presence commanded immediate respect, and the villagers fell silent as he approached.

Osamu looked first at Jiro, then at the child in his arms, before finally turning to Haruto. "You speak of safety, Haruto, and that is important. But compassion is also a virtue we cannot afford to lose. If we turn our backs on a child in need, what does that say about us as a community?"

Haruto clenched his fists, clearly frustrated, but he didn't argue. He knew better than to challenge the chief's wisdom directly.

Osamu continued, his voice gentle but firm. "Jiro has always served this village with honor. If he believes this child deserves a chance, I trust his judgment. We will take the boy in, at least until we can learn more about where he came from."

The chief's decision was final, and the crowd slowly began to disperse, some murmuring their approval, others casting uneasy glances at the child. Haruto stepped back, his face a mask of barely concealed resentment, but he did not protest further.

Jiro let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He nodded gratefully to the chief. "Thank you, Chief Osamu. I'll take care of him. I promise."

Osamu placed a hand on Jiro's shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. "I know you will, Jiro. Let's get you both inside. You look like you could use some rest."

As they walked through the village gates, Jiro couldn't help but glance down at the baby in his arms. The child's eyes were wide open, taking in the world around him with an intensity that was almost unsettling.

*You're in safe hands now, kid,* Jiro thought, though a small voice in the back of his mind couldn't shake the unease he felt. *But let's hope bringing you here was the right decision. For both our sakes.*