Guts speaks his wishes absently, figuring nothing will come of it. Lashan already made the sentiments of the village clear on giving him a weapon. He approaches the infirmary's entry, getting a good look at the procession at the gate. Their ritual looked and sounded strange, but no less so than the parades of the church where he came from.
He guesses they were just as good at warding off evil as all those priests with their dumb robes and hats.
"I'm gonna go get some fresh air."
He begins to step outside, moving away from the bustle of girls (and definitely away from the bathhouse) to hopefully find a spot that was more isolated. He was never good at staying still for too long.
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Guts speaks his wishes absently, figuring nothing will come of it. Lashan already made the sentiments of the village clear on giving him a weapon. He approaches the infirmary's entry, getting a good look at the procession at the gate. Their ritual looked and sounded strange, but no less so than the parades of the church where he came from.
He guesses they were just as good at warding off evil as all those priests with their dumb robes and hats.
"I'm gonna go get some fresh air."
He begins to step outside, moving away from the bustle of girls (and definitely away from the bathhouse) to hopefully find a spot that was more isolated. He was never good at staying still for too long.