Jin closed his eyes and focused.
He could feel the presence of the black teorite—an object of imasurable power.
His fingers rested upon the stone, and he began to ditate, initiating a long and delicate process.
This ditation was a thod of connecting his mind to his Nexus, clarifying and balancing the corrupted energy flowing within him.
The words that soon ca to mind were simple, yet powerful :
"Gather, unify, purify."
This was the process of purification—of control.
Jin channeled his dark energy toward his heart, focusing on the brilliance of that corrupted force, spiraling through every fiber of his being.
It was a pranayama process—a spiritual control of breath. He allowed his mind to ascend, cutting off distractions, seeking to harmonize the chaos within his soul.
"Anahata," he thought—invoking the heart chakra, the source of compassion and unconditional love.
But deep down, he knew this energy wasn’t pure—it was compromised.
The bond he had forged with Sparda, and the dark energy that had infected his being, were more chains than blessings.
His thoughts then turned toward another concept : "Shakti," the creative force.
He could feel the raw energy of the teorite surging into him, filling him with its crises and tornts.
This was not an energy to be dominated with force, but understood. He had learned to recognize which parts of it could be transford.
A familiar tension rose within him—the searing pain of battling the dark energy.
But it was the sa pain he had felt when he first made his pact with Sparda.
In that mont, Jin was both student and master—a duality, a fusion between man and demon.
Ginny, silent, observed his master. He was deeply focused, a black aura emanating from his body.
This was the mont to reveal their true power, but also to maintain a fragile balance.
— "We’re going all the way this ti, Ginny," his eyes opening slightly. "I won’t fall into darkness again. Not this ti."
Still silent, Ginny lay down beside him, waiting for her master to complete his inner journey.
Jin’s technique is a rare form of deep pranic ditation, fused with an instinctive understanding of Manipura (personal power) and pranayama (spiritual breath control).
He doesn’t simply purge corrupted energy.
He understands it, accepts it, and transforms it—without destroying it.
Unlike other, more violent thods that aim to seal or exorcise the corruption (often causing severe trauma or death), Jin doesn’t erase the darkness—he integrates it.
He recognizes its pain, its origin, and its true nature.
This integrative thod is what makes the difference.
Where others exhaust themselves in endless struggle against their own power, Jin lives in symbiosis with his dark energy.
It requires superhuman ntal control, an intimate knowledge of one’s fears and desires, and—above all—emotional mastery on a near-divine level.
Why did he refuse wealth and glory ?
Since discovering his abilities, Jin has been approached by the greatest academies, elite military forces, secret organizations—even entire empires.
They offered him unthinkable fortunes to share his technique.
It’s said so country were ready to grant him land, armies, entire cities—for just a fragnt of his thod.
But Jin always refused.
Why ?
Because he knows this is not a technique to be taught like a simple skill.
It’s an inner journey—a trial of truth that only those willing to face their own darkness can undertake.
To sell his thod would be to betray the essence of what he has beco.
A man who survived corruption not by denying it, but by embracing it—without losing himself.
Jin lives by a honor :
"What is born from pain cannot be given as a gift. It must be conquered—alone."
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