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

Guts, in his new attire, began to wander the halls of this school. Everyone wore uniforms, which the swordsman found to be rather odd. A soldier would need a common banner, of course, but these were barely adults, not even training for battle. Moreover, many appeared to be missing limbs, or blind, or to have some other, less noticeable malady.
"They put me in a damned hospice, didn't they?" Guts asked aloud, hoping he hadn't contracted leprosy.
With a jolt, he turned around. The hallway behind him was empty. Perhaps years hunting apostles had left him jumpy. Perhaps this was a world that didn't house apostles. Was such a thing possible?
"No, but they already..." Guts scratched his head in thought as he walked onwards, not noticing the raven lock flitting from behind a corner.

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Behind said corner was a young girl, with long dark hair covering half her face, trying to control her racing heartbeat. She swallowed a lump in her throat, and peered around the corner. The musclebound man in the aloha shirt was walking away now. She swore silently; she'd missed her chance.
Slowly, she opened her palm, revealing a small, egg-like object, covered in human facial features. She'd found it in the courtyard near where he'd been found; it was an odd object, but this was an odd man. So, logically it must have been his. She had to return it, then. She steeled herself, and took another peek, seeing his powerful back. She'd get her chance soon enough.