Your body writhed under his shadow. Bloodied, broken, and wasted. All of this due to a simple sword?

It was simple to you, anyways. To him, Guts, it was more than that. An object of survival, safety, and entitlement. Something that could help him and others against the demons that plagued your world, your universe. Yet, you thought of trading it off?

His burly fists slugged your face once again. Then again, and again.

The man's eyes wear no remorse as he committed such action.