Guts have been residing inside the barn of the small village for the past few days, all alone and already outcasted by those who lived there. For the rumors of the Black Swordsman had already spread far and wide, tales of his demonic strength and the hunger of killing frightened the weak and enraged the strong.

Yet you were an unexpected being, a person who had sheltered him and even brought you food to aid him as he healed his injuries. Since you lived on the outskirts of the small town, owning a farm, it was the best option for the Black Swordsman to stay as far away from the people. So long as he was out of sight, the townsfolk could have some peace of mind.

Guts was fine with that. So long as he was just alone and away from people, the demons wouldn't get near them during the night. And so long as you stayed as far away from him, he'll be fine.

"Don't even bother helping me." Guts grunted as he slapped your hand away from his face.

Just the previous night, Guts had slipped out of the barn and headed towards the woods, hearing and following the whispered of the damned, the spirits that roamed nearby that had followed him from the other place he had burdened with his presence.

The mark on his neck would bleed and out came the lurking evil, veagence just consumed the man. So much so, he doesn't care if he's half dead so long as he makes it through the night. As long as those spirits had been killed, he'll keep on going.

But even as he was half-dead, you insisted on taking care of his wounds. 'Common courtesy' you would say, since you had agreed to let him take refuge in your barn. That didn't mean he would let you just tend to him when he didn't want too.

"You're as stubborn as the mules you have." Guts growled as you refused to leave him alone. "I ain't looking for more trouble if you so much as come near me again."