The fourth month of the regression arrived with a hollow, haunting chill that ignored the humidity of the Japanese summer. In the sacred, scarred glades of Okutama, the very nature of the training changed. It was no longer about the physical reconstruction of the body or the sensory void of the dark; it was about the Essence of the Blade. Ren Hanshin stood in the center of the clearing before the shattered shrine, his new obsidian arm gleaming like a dark mirror under the leaden sky.
[Synchronization: 50.0% (STABLE)]
[Level: 102 -> 108 (RECOVERY)]
[Condition: Soul-Martial Resonance]
[Status: The Abyssal Disciple]
