[MEMORY INTEGRATION COMPLETE]
The dojo fell apart like broken glass. Jin found himself on one knee in the Vault's cold training room, leaning on his wooden staff as tears rolled down his face. Even though the simulation was over, he still felt a deep emptiness in his chest where his mom's warmth used to be.
"Hey, Jin," Asha said softly, her voice gentler than usual. "Your stress levels and emotions are off the charts. The memory integration was way more intense than we thought."
Jin tightened his grip on the staff—it was no real sword, but it would do for now. He could still remember her hands guiding him, showing him the forms.
"The blade protects," he murmured, pushing himself to stand. The tears were still there, but alongside them, a fierce determination started to grow inside him, fueled by his mom's spirit.
Now he had people to look out for: Clara, Rosa, Sera—the girls in their pods. They were his responsibility, just like his mom had once cared for him.
