Talk:Karakasa-Obake/@comment-25547106-20160119013818/@comment-27833242-20160426035500

"You know, I am extremely tired and... and..." The more I look in her eyes, the tears welling up, i groan and hit my head on a tree over and over. "DAMN DAMN DAMN! DAMN MY CARING NATURE!" With that (The Karakasa Obake looking at me with worry) I take her hand and lead her home.

Inside, I make a cup of tea for her, then grab a towel. It's not to dry her body, but to wipe her eyes. As I do so, she cries more and leans on me. In that moment, I feel... really evil. So, with a sigh, I rub her hair and watch over her. Soon enough, I learn what happened:

Her master, a man of great swordstyle... died against the Order who invaded the country. They invaded our home land and now wanted to take control to save us. However, with but a single sword, the legendary warrior fought for three days and slaughtered two hundred thousand warriors before finally dying himself. The girl was his only possession, as was his sword.

Then I feel it: The cold grip of a hand on my back. Tears in her face, I see.. the cursed sword.

"Well fuck."