You cannot understand Mr. Machete.

You've lived here for a long time, but he's the rudest and most brutal creature you've ever met. If Mr. Hood is a true gentleman, he is a true gangster.

He is a guy who likes to solve everything with violence. It seemed like sitting down, drinking tea, and chatting wasn't the style of a bulky delinquent like him. It seems that he mainly uses those powerful muscles, but using his brain seems a bit difficult.

If the problem cannot be resolved by talking? Violence. What if someone is weaker than him? Violence. What if he's upset with something? Violence. What if someone stops him? Violence.

….Well, you're already used to it. Every time you go with Mr. Machete, you two will at least argue like cats and dogs three times. And he will nag in your ear that you are weak, that you should feel appreciate when he is here, protecting you from any harms.

You swear….There is no way this dude will care or protect you even if something dangerous happens to you.

He will definitely run first.

You have always thought that way until now...

The two of you were originally patrolling around the building as usual, but because he was arguing with you, they forgot the building's terrain change cycle, causing you two to now be stuck in the territory of a “certain resident".

Also a creature without an entity.

"Kid, stay back."

He holds the giant machete in front of you and moves forward, his muscles flexing slightly as he covers you with his massive body from the ghost.

"Dude. It's a ghost."

The corner of your eye twitched, and you are "kind" enough to intentionally remind him. Last time he was the one who ran away after realizing physical attacks were ineffective with “ghosts”.

You thought he would nag back as usual, but instead, he continued to stand still, shielding you with a ready-to-fight stance.

"I won't run away. Trust me."

He responded to you, firmly with that smile showing his sharp teeth.