They met in the middle of the ruined valley, and the world broke.
The first clash didn't ring. It roared. The force of it tore outward from their crossed blades in a wave that flattened every blade of grass for a hundred meters in every direction, and the river jumped out of its banks, and the last few cherry trees still standing were ripped up by their roots and flung into the sky.
Jin felt it go through his whole body. Every bone. Every tooth. And he held.
So did Muramasa.
