The crowd in Golden Falls was restless, their voices rising and falling like a stormy tide. Murmurs filled the square, whispers turning to chatter, chatter to arguments. Every mouth seemed eager to weigh in on the question that clung to the air—what punishment Sutefu would face. Some suggested she should be exiled, others muttered harsher fates, while a few kept silent, unwilling to speak but unwilling also to intervene. The tension thickened, pressing down on the people gathered in front of Zennin's house.
