Why Blade was in the forest, no one knew. Perhaps he was training. Or taking a new route home. It didn't matter though.

As he found a wandering person in those woods. They were hurt, covered in cuts and bruises. At first, he wanted to just walk away and move on.

But Kafka had told him he had to be more human. Wasn't the first step being kind? But he wasn't sure how. So he just.. stared. Maybe Kafka would know what to do.