Armor buckled into place, straps tightened, and bags were secured. Guts chained the Dragonslayer into place. Donning his tattered black cloak, he became the black swordsman once more.
Guts had until sundown to find something of use in the library, or else he'd need to set out traveling again.
"Hey, you!" a voice called behind him. Guts turned to see that bespectacled man once more.
"I know a way to help you. Follow me." he said, ascending a star case. Having few better options, Guts followed. What awaited him on the school roof was an intricately designed series of circles, runes, and candles, spanning the entire rooftop.
"What is... Are you a wizard?" he asked.
"Don't worry about what I am. I know what you are: an agent of masculinity. I don't know where you came from, but this should send you on your way." With this, Kenji produced a bottle of whiskey, and pulled the top off with his teeth. He took three manly gulps, and smashed the bottle on the ground. The air seemed to distort, and the air smelled of electricity, until a rip in space tore open, revealing an empty black space.
"...Thanks, kid." Guts said, and stepped forward.

"MISTER GUTS! WAIT!" a voice called. Hanako stood behind him, legs trembling.
"I... I wanted to give you this. You dropped it, right?" she asked, presenting the face egg.
"That's not mine." Guts said, opening his bag to reveal a differently colored Behelit. He plucked Hanako's from her fingers, and tossed it far off the roof.
"And those aren't anything you want to get involved with. If you find it again, don't pick it up." he said.
"I..... that's not fair! Just going off, and... and..."
"Don't even think about it." Guts turned back around, and stepped through the portal. "If you stick with me, everywhere's a battlefield."
Hanako's eyes struggled to keep focus as he stepped further inside. The darkness around him seemed hungry, as if tormented faces and covetous hands tried to suck him in.

"Go home."

The portal shut, and the chalk lines disappeared in a blast of off-colored fire. Kenji produced another bottle of whiskey, taking a swig before passing it to a boy with messy brown hair.
"Kenji, what just happened?"
"Men's rights activism, Hisao. Men's rights activism."

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Hanako slowly locked her bedroom door, and sat down at a desk, trying to process what exactly just happened. Who exactly was that man? How did he vanish like that? These thoughts were interrupted by a tap at the window.
She looked outside. That egg was sitting on the outside sill. She opened it, and pulled the object back inside, clutching her only memento of that man in her hands.

"I think... I think I should meet that man again someday." she said, smiling as she looked at the sky. Outside, the Sun was rising on a new day.