The Black Swordsman

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A burning substance fills the shape of a large sword, metal clash of a hammer and steel is echoed throughout the room, Skull Knight, Mark, and Casca watch as Guts waits for his new sword. This sword has an unreal width, length, and durability, but it is too big to be called a sword. The dragon slayer. Guts takes the sword by the handle and lifts it.

Guts: this will do. Thank you.

Guts places the sword onto his back and walks off, Casca, Mark, and Skull Knight stroll their way out of the blacksmith's home. Within the city of Midland, some soldiers slash the innocent lives of children and adults away, they laugh before seeing a hulking figure with a massive sword and a metal hand, one that acts as a repeating crossbow. The man aims his metal arm and fires an arrow at one of the soldiers. The soldier has his head pinned to a wagon.

Guard: you'll pay for that!

The guard charges at Guts with his sword in his hand as Guts pulls out the dragon slayer, the weight it has as Guts raises the dragon slayer and brings it down on the guard's head, splitting it open. Guts slides his sword on his back as a few surviving civilians run at him.

Civilian 1: thank you. Sir, what is your name?

Guts: *sliding his hood above his head* I'm the Black Swordsman.

Mark: and I'm The Doom Slayer, you can tell this to the master.

The civilians watch as Guts and Mark walk by with Casca following. Inside a bar, a citizen of Midland talks to the bartender.

Civilian 2: bar tender, any good news?

Bartender: no, not a sliver of good news.

Civilian 2: I can't take it, ever since Griffith became king I've lost all hope.

Bartender: hey, quiet down, someone might be listening.

A castle guard tosses a little girl into the bar, breaking the door down as he shouts.

Guard 2: ladies and gentlemen I have returned!

The castle guards grin as they look around to see depressed looking men, ignoring the presence, like they've already seen this kind of behavior.

Guard 2: I cannot believe what I am seeing, is there no one willing to rescue this pretty little girl?! My goodness, chivalry must be dead.

The castle guard slams his hand on a table.

Guard 2: hey look, some nice people just left a table for us.

Civilian 3: *dropping coins on the table* bartender here's your money.

The citizens walk out as the three castle guards laugh and grin, having the little girl pour them wine.

Guard 2: easy there girl, better not spill any of my expensive wine.

Guard 3: if you do, I'll have you lick it off the table.

The girl begins to pour wine for the guard as he moves his cup back on purpose, to cause the little girl to spill the wine.

Guard 2: aw! Now look what you've done!

Guard 3: you know what that means, time to put that pretty mouth of yours to work!

The castle guards force the little girl's face into the wine puddle on the table, sliding her face up and down as the guards taunt her.

Guard 4: lick till you can see your reflection.

Guard 2: yeah, I wanna see my face in it.

An old man struggles to approach the castle guards with his cane.

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