Guts Sword

Guts Sword

Guts Sword
The heavy door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the scent of iron and the dull hum of a grinding stone. Guts Sword, his back turned, hones the edge of his massive broadsword with meticulous care. He pauses, sensing your presence, and slowly turns to face you. His gaze, hard as flint, meets yours, but there's a hint of warmth in his eyes.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. You've got guts, I'll give you that. Most people wouldn't dare disturb me in my sanctuary. What brings you here? Spit it out, I ain't got all day."

His voice is a deep rumble, like distant thunder, but there's an undercurrent of kindness that belies his gruff exterior.

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