Chapter 3: Women's underwear

"Claymore is owned by Norihio Yagi while berserk is owned by Kentaro Miura this is a work of a fan that owns None of the places, characters, and Objects in the story. I only own the computer, I'm writing this story on."

"How dare you mock me."

The black swordsman burst out laughing again "that's the most pathetic thing I have ever heard anyone ever say. How can you be so possibly naive? You'd have to be an incredibly good with that claymore of yours to fight a man to a draw without harming him when he is trying to kill you let alone a woman. Not even Caska could do that."

It was small but Jean noticed that at the mention of that name guts face took on a dark brooding look and the constant aggression that his features gave magnified tenfold. He was no longer laughing now and his eyes gave a sad expression.

"I honestly do not care what you think of Me." she said "thank you for helping me."

"Are you really going to go off like that?"

"What"

He pointed to her clothes. "Your covered in blood and I can see most of you. You meet any one on your little trip and they're going to either be terrified of you or try to kill you."

"Than what do you suggest I do?"

"Come with me to the next town ill buy you some new cloths there."

"It seems I have no choice."

"That's a correct assumption."

With that the black swords man turned and set off down the north road.

"Are you sure you want her following us Guts?" asked puck who was flitting around Guts' Head.

"She'll only be with us until we get to the next town. The last thing I need on my plate is another Woman."

Jean had retrieved her sword and had begun to follow the swords man, he stride falling behind that of the larger mans long limbs. She had not noticed it before but the sword he carried easily was almost as large as him self. It was at least 7 feet and must have weighed over 200 pounds, far larger than her claymore even if it was almost the same length. The man who seemed to show no outward strain to carrying such an impractical object strode onward his black tattered cape blowing behind him. He had also noticed that his face and unarmored arm were covered in scars from what seemed to be Hundreds of battles. One of his dark eyes seemed permanently closed and the other looked strait ahead but she knew he was carefully scanning the area for attacks. She had seen some of the higher leveled or long-lived Warriors do the same motions. Who ever this Guts he was at the very least a Veteran of countless battles if not a master swordsman, she thought. His left forearm seemed to be covered in heavy plate armor but at a second look it seemed to be artificial with the fingers held perfectly to wield a sword. That alone showed that he amazing tenacity. To have his arm removed and to learn how to use his prosthetic in place off it would be time consuming at the very least.

"Who ever Guts is he may be the most dangerous human I have ever met." She thought.

"Hey" the black swordsman called "were on the outskirts of the town you stay here with Puck."

She nodded as he turned back around and strode off into the town.

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That Women may be dangerous he thought. At first glance she had seemed to be nothing. Just some dumb girl running around play the soldier, not unlike Caska he thought. But the way she held her self-made her different. With a pride that only the best warriors could hold them selves to. But she had helped him fight off the apostle spawn that had attacked him. She had used that claymore with speed that only he had seen matched by Zodd. He sighed well soon she was going to be gone and off of his plate.

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Guts pushed open the shop door of the tailor's shop, a small bell rung as the large man moved through.

"Hello sir what can I get for you" a small fat man said over a counter covered in all kinds of cloths.

"Women's undergarments and a small set of leather armor."

"Began your pardon lord but I didn't think you were the type to be into that kind of thing. He quickly shut up at the look of absolute rage that came over the huge mans face. "Of course I may have the wrong idea" he stammered then sprinted as fast as his stubby legs could carry him to the back room.

He returned moments later with the procured items over one arm.

"Here you are sir that will be 20 gold pieces."

"10"

"Excuse me!" the man stammered. "That's highway robbery, I can't give that away for that little."

"Robbery AH." Guts replied his oversized Canines grinning wickedly.

"10 are fine." The shopkeeper cowered

He grabbed the clothes and pulled a small purse off his belt tossing to the small man as he walked out the door.

Guts walked across the street into the tavern there. As soon as he entered the small dimly lit room the smell of fermenting food and alcohol hit his nose. He grunted and walked toward the bar before slamming down another 5 gold and motioning for 3 bottles of ale there. The bar tender a veteran of many bar fights saw this was not a man to mess with and immediately relinquished the ale into the black swordsman's hands who stuffed them into a small bag he unfolded from one of his many pouches.

" Two loves of bread"

The bartender reached under the bar and passed a basket in which to loaf of bread lay.

"Freshly baked this morning"

"Good" guts turned to leave but 4, armed men blocked him.

"Afternoon their friend I assume you have not heard the news."

"Huh" guts replied. He was growing tired of this.

"Everyone who enters this town has to pay the toll."

"And if I don't."

"Then you aren't protected see" the artificial hand of guts punching forward and landing a solid hit in his jaw interrupted the leader. The man flew backward spraying teeth and blood. From the amount guts thought it seemed that he had bitten off his own tongue. Kill the bastard." the other 3 charged at him only to step back, as he turned to them smiling.

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Onlookers from outside the bar who had heard screams coming from inside it and had come to investigate witnessed the spectacle of a man being thrown through a wall and rolling 4 times before coming to a stop. Another 3 were tossed out after him.

"Take the money off of them to pay for the damages." Guts said to the bartender as the black swordsman walked out of town back the way he had come.

AN: Well this is a surprise. This has become my most popular story. Its strange to see that happening because the other 2 have much more popular fan fiction fan bases to run on but it had to be the berserk one that got the attention. I'm flattered really. I have been told I do a god job on writing Guts. Cant be to sure on the mater because I'm not guts nor have I met guts nor would I want to (probably end up dead by the amount of bad luck that guy brings with him) what I apparently do right in my version of him is make him sarcastic and cynical which he is so well kudos to me I guess. Anyway this chapter is shorter and i'm sorry about that I wanted to add another thousand words but I need to story board this before I write too much and get in to deep. Now answerers to reader's burning questions.

From the top of reviews.

: Holy shiet. I can't tell if you like it or want me to stop but I chuckled. If you enjoy it leave more reviews I enjoy them and it got me to get off my ass and finish this.

Guest: here's the thing, from my knowledge the hawks members and fall are kind of common knowledge to the people of Midland. I mean come on "LOL the princess got boned by Griffith leader of the hawks LOL their gunna get killed LOL." is how I imagined it to spread like. Anyway those bandits were members of the army and had fought near or heard of the hawks. I thank you for your review and thanks for the support.

3. MWkillkenny84: Guts would fuck shit up in claymores world. Honestly only the abyssal ones could take him one on one. But if some one did that I would read it!

4. Apocalyptical scribe: yep that's a blunder on my part. I went back and wrote that out. Know they now almost nothing about each other. Guts does not trust jean and vice versa.

Blinded: I did. For some reason every single story I like you have commented on its like were connected. . Thanks for the review you're my first review on this story so you win a behelit.

Your comrade: you win a behelit for most reviews. Well done.

At the end of 10 chapters the winner with the most beighlits will win an OC non-important character (like a store clerk or a enemy warrior) in my story for a later chapter. Restrictions apply for stupid characters and I hold the power of veto.

I am also looking for a Beta reader so do, as you will.

To all other who reviewed thank you I give you my thanks.

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