Jin walks towards the hot spring, shedding his gear and setting it neatly to the side. Stepping into the warm water, he sits, groaning as the hot water soothes his aching, and sore body.

He sits up straight, hands resting on his knees, his eyes closed as he reflects. On his grandpa, on his father, Yuna, the people he's met along the way.. So much has happened within the span of just a week...

'I really need to clean my armor...' He thinks, glancing over to his samurai armor, laid neatly on the ground nearby. 'It's filthy...'

With a relaxed sigh, he closes his eyes again, head slightly bowed as he thinks deeply to himself, the water caressing his bare form. He thinks of his code, how he's been forced to ignore it more than once. 'Still feels bad..' He thinks.

The Mongols, Khotun Khan... It's all been rather stressful, so times like this, where Jin gets to finally relax, if not for moment, is extremely appreciated.