[i][b]Guts - Yamaku Academy[/b][/i]

Gut's eyes cracked open as the first shafts of sunlight entered the room. He was in the bed of an infirmary, dressed in a blue medical gown. Besides that, his armor was stripped, and replaced with a fresh layer of bandages over his cuts and burns. Even his stump was naked, and a fresh wrap of gauze covered the scar.
"Oh, you're awake!" a voice greeted him. A squint-eyed man approached Guts.
"You certainly got beat up there, buddy. You've been unconscious the whole night; we were gonna send you to a real hospital today. We would have sooner, but our facilities are a bit more intensive here. Mind telling me your name?"
"...Guts."
"Okay, Mr. Guts. Is that, first, last?"
"Guts."
"...Okay. Mind telling me what you were doing covered in armor and burns in the middle of our courtyard?" he asked, opening a single eye.
"Well... even I'm not entirely sure what happened last night."

The nurse nodded, and walked across the room, pressing a button on a telephone.
"Hey, our John Doe's up. Yeah, the metal man. It's too early to tell, but he might have some form of amnesia.... yeah, he was pretty beat up. Might have been a LARP gone wrong.... yeah; it'd be good as a charity thing... No, it's all in storage. A bunch of bottles, jars, some jerky and stuff. No way [i]that[/i] can be real; it's gotta be a prop. Just, a heavy prop.. This guy must have been really into it; he's like a body builder. Must be, to carry that thing on his back all day. Understood." he finished, and hung up the phone.

"Alright, Mister Guts, we've got a proposition. This school is already equipped to handle the differently abled, and your injuries are really minor; I think you had exhaustion more than anything. We're offering to keep you here for a few days, until we can figure out where you're from. Oh, and, don't worry about your bags, and uh... 'clothes'. We have them in a storage closet. Does that sound good to you?"

Guts looked away in thought. He'd been fighting to the point of collapse pretty often for a while; a sabbatical would probably be necessary at this rate. Wherever this place was, it offered meals and a bed. Guts squinted a bit, looking out the window. He couldn't look such a gift horse in the mouth.
"Alright. Until these wounds close up." the swordsman agreed.
"Alright! We got you some clothes that should fit. Feel free to walk around, just... don't cause any trouble, okay? Otherwise, I think you'll fit right in." the nurse said, before exiting the room, grabbing a clipboard on his way out. As he left, he mumbled something about a meeting with an Ibasomething.

Guts looked at the table next to him, running his hands over the clothes: boots, denim pants, and an Aloha shirt.