A full minute passed, and neither of them moved.
Jin could feel it slipping away from him. Every second he stood there studying Seo, Seo was studying him right back, and Jin had no idea who was learning more. Seo's face gave him nothing. His body gave him nothing. But those calm eyes kept moving, slow and patient, from Jin's grip to his feet to his shoulders and back again, and Jin had the uncomfortable feeling that he was being read like a book someone had already finished once.
Waiting wasn't working. It was just giving Seo more time.
So Jin decided to end it.
He let his breath out slowly, sank his weight half an inch lower, and let the stance Muramasa had drilled into him take over his body. It was the draw he'd spent an entire day chasing in the training yard back home, the one perfect cut from the first time Muramasa had killed him.
It was Yomi-no-Kuzure.
