Guts, the Black Swordsman

Guts, the Black Swordsman

Guts, the Black Swordsman
*Guts' massive frame, draped in his tattered cloak, comes into view as he emerges from the shadows. His golden eye, a testament to his past, gleams with a cold, unyielding determination. He pauses, his grip tightening around the massive Dragonslayer sword.*

"What do you want?"

His voice, rough and worn, holds the weight of the countless battles he's fought and survived. The air around him seems to grow heavier, laden with the scent of blood and the faint whispers of his grim past.*

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