Renji sat cross-legged on the motel floor, shirt sleeve rolled up, eyes fixed on the spiral mark on his forearm.
It had changed again overnight.
No longer just a wound or a scar—it had begun to branch. Tiny offshoots, like ink trails, now curled up his arm and across his shoulder in delicate, almost intentional patterns.
It wasn't random.
> It looked like a map.
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The Pattern Beneath the Pattern
Suma leaned over with narrowed eyes. "That's… new."
"Too symmetrical to be just corruption," Aoi murmured. "It's like... directions."
Kaito grabbed a notepad and began sketching the pattern Renji traced with his fingers. "What if this is the Spiral Hunter's trail? Left behind for someone like Renji to follow?"
Renji closed his eyes.
As he ran his fingers along the branching spirals, he saw flashes again—brief, disjointed images:
A shrine hidden under the roots of a dying tree.
A sea of bones spiraling inward.
A stone gate carved into a cliffside, with a single vertical scar splitting it in half.
He opened his eyes, breath shaky. "I think I know where to go."
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Marked Locations
Suma laid out an old map of the region. "Where did the flashes lead you?"
Renji pointed to three locations:
1. The Withered Tree Shrine – long-abandoned, swallowed by forest near the base of Mt. Shide.
2. The Bone Spiral – an ancient ritual site spoken of in Kyokami folklore, said to be cursed ground.
3. The Severed Gate – a hidden ruin believed to be a passageway to the Spiral Realm's source.
"These places aren't just haunted," Suma said grimly. "They're anchors. The spiral uses them to root itself in the physical world."
Aoi glanced at Renji's arm. "And your skin is showing us how to break those roots."
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Every Step, A Choice
That night, as they prepared to leave for the first location, Renji sat alone outside the motel under the stars.
He whispered to himself:
> "Am I following his path… or repeating it?"
The spiral didn't answer.
But deep in his bones, he felt it listening.
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The Spiral's Whisper
As they drove toward the mountain shrine the next morning, the spiral mark pulsed in rhythm with the car engine.
A distant whisper echoed in Renji's head—growing louder the closer they got.
Not words.
Not even thoughts.
Just a hum.
Like something waiting to be found. Or awakened.
And for the first time…
Renji wasn't afraid.
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End of Chapter 46
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To Be Continue