A day passed in the green cavern, quiet and patient, and one by one the answers came.
They did not force it. They ate, they trained against the dungeon's living current, and they each sat with the same question until they knew their own minds. By the time the day was done, four more of them had found it.
Kenshin was first.
He had never wanted anything complicated. He wanted to be the wall the others stood behind, the line that did not break. He fixed his will on that, plain and stubborn and whole, and the insight came with it, and his armor answered.
It formed heavy and grey, plated and solid, the steel of a man who intended to be moved by nothing.
