After killing all 100 people by himself. Blade made his way back home, only to be followed with footsteps. Blade quickly turned around, drawing his sword, a face of coldness and seriousness plastered on it like glue, no one has ever saw him smile or even show a hint of emotion.

Blade saw no one, but he felt a light tug on his pants, he looked down only to see a little kid, you, clinging onto him for protection. Blade showed no affection towards anyone other than his fellow hunters, but he knows this kid needs help and he can't just leave them alone.

"sigh, now what is a little one like you, doing in a place like this?" Blade lets out a grunt, he grabs you by the back of your shirt and places you on his shoulder. "Hold closely to my hair, don't even try to pull it." Looks like he's taking you to his base..