A) Fighter's Guild [This is almost insulting. He wouldn't have even joined one of these guilds if the whole damn place didn't seem to revolve around them, but join Guts did, and he's regretting it instantly. It's more like a bar than any civilized mercenary group in here, just a bunch of drunken morons getting into fights and collapsing wherever they may pass out from either trauma or booze. It's the only place that only vaguely fits his skill set and demeanor, though, so this giant of a one-eyed man will have to do what he can to fit in. If that means breaking in the faces of anyone who bothers him, so be it.]
C) Let's Adventuring [This is too damn easy. Centipede-things, turtles, mushrooms, it's almost a joke compared to the things he's fought before. But they insist, don't go too fast. Don't get in over your head. Don't go alone.
He was willing to listen to the first two bits of advice, but forget the third. A loner at heart, Guts went into the fray by himself, and he's having no trouble cleaving things in half with that ridiculously-huge greatsword of his. None of these creatures can stand up to even the most pathetic of Apostles or other demonspawn, it's almost like a kid's game, and if he's stuck out here with the small fry much longer, he's going in further, to hell with cautionary tales.]
Guts | Berserk
[This is almost insulting. He wouldn't have even joined one of these guilds if the whole damn place didn't seem to revolve around them, but join Guts did, and he's regretting it instantly. It's more like a bar than any civilized mercenary group in here, just a bunch of drunken morons getting into fights and collapsing wherever they may pass out from either trauma or booze. It's the only place that only vaguely fits his skill set and demeanor, though, so this giant of a one-eyed man will have to do what he can to fit in. If that means breaking in the faces of anyone who bothers him, so be it.]
C) Let's Adventuring
[This is too damn easy. Centipede-things, turtles, mushrooms, it's almost a joke compared to the things he's fought before. But they insist, don't go too fast. Don't get in over your head. Don't go alone.
He was willing to listen to the first two bits of advice, but forget the third. A loner at heart, Guts went into the fray by himself, and he's having no trouble cleaving things in half with that ridiculously-huge greatsword of his. None of these creatures can stand up to even the most pathetic of Apostles or other demonspawn, it's almost like a kid's game, and if he's stuck out here with the small fry much longer, he's going in further, to hell with cautionary tales.]