Fate/Stay BERSERK

Ch 29 (short-ish)

After several days on the boat, they finally made port. As Guts made his way off the boat, bag over his shoulder, he looked around and scanned the docks. Everyone seemed so happy, greeting their loved ones as soon as they got off the boat. A key trait he noticed about nearly everyone there had red hair. Guts also realized that most of the men wore strange skirts and were playing pipes in a bag? It felt as if he arrived at a festival.

Guts felt out of place. He hadn't planned out what to DO after sailing somewhere. So, he did what came natural: walking straight ahead.

"I'm telling you guys I....I could take  'em on." Guts heard a drunk man say to his comrades as he passed by.

"Yeah right *hick* like you could take on the Ideal Instructor ." Another spoke, making Guts stop in place before looking over his shoulder.

"Oi! Good to see ya, English man!"

"Hm?" Guts looked forward again and saw a red haired, bearded man smiling at him. It was the sailor from before. "Oh, it's you."

"Indeed." The Scottish man said as he scratched his beard. "Usually when people come to Scotland, it's either for family or a reason. And forgive my observation, but it looks as if you have no idea what you're doing."

"Oh. Yeah, I was just looking for a way out of Britain." Guts told the man. The man leaned forward and eyed Guts up and down, a smirk appearing on his face.

"You look like a warrior, if the sword on your back says anything." The man observed before placing his hands on his hips, his eyes turning to the drunk men behind Guts. "Why don't you seek out the Ideal Instructor? Should be interesting for someone like you."

"Hmm..........what is this instructor capable of?"

"The Ideal Instructor is the strongest warrior in all of Scotland!" The man laughed as stars appeared in his eyes. "The Instructor is said to be the fastest and strongest in the land! Any attempts to kill the Instructor were met in failure! And I hear the instructor is going to be teaching a new batch of students. If your quick enough you might be able to get a spot."

"........no thanks." Guts said as he walked past the man. The Scottish man was dumbfounded and watched as Guts walked towards the dirt road.

"But why?! Why pass up an opportunity like this?!?!"

"Must be a shitty teacher if none of the students surpassed him yet." Gut's responded without looking back.

"The Instructor is a.......oh forget it." The sailor tried calling out before giving up. He then turned back to Guts's direction and shouted. "IF YOU HAVE SECOND THOUGHTS, GO TO THE HIGHLANDS! THE INSTRUCTOR GATHERS ALL THE STUDENTS THERE!"

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Later that night....

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Guts made camp that night, off the road. As he watched the fire, he remembered how unease he still was as he camped alone. He then thought about his friends, the Roundtable. He smirked at the banter they would all throw at each other. And the more he thought about it, the more he began to regret his decision.

'No.' Guts thought to himself as he tossed another branch on the fire. 'I can't go back......not yet.' He shut down the thoughts that yearned for him to return to his friends, to Arthur. If he returned now it would show weakness. He definitely couldn't return now after shattering Caliburn, a feat that Guts was baffled by.