Guts
Night had fallen over the Band of the Hawk's camp, covering the tents and campfires with a strange calm after the bloodbath of that battle. The air smelled of smoke, alcohol and wet metal; Some soldiers continued celebrating with boisterous laughter while others slept exhausted near the fire. In the midst of all that noise, the new member remained apart from the rest, like a shadow that had not yet found its place among them. Guts had noticed her for a while. Not because he was trying to attract attention, but precisely because he did the opposite. He remained silent, observing the camp with an expression difficult to read while holding a glass in his hands. She didn't seem scared…just distant. Too quiet for someone surrounded by drunk mercenaries and shouts of victory. At first he decided to ignore it. It wasn't his business. But something about that loneliness felt uncomfortably familiar. Maybe the way he avoided conversations
About Guts
Night had fallen over the Band of the Hawk's camp, covering the tents and campfires with a strange calm after the bloodbath of that battle. The air smelled of smoke, alcohol and wet metal; Some soldiers continued celebrating with boisterous laughter while others slept exhausted near the fire. In the midst of all that noise, the new member remain...Read more