>>5447081>>5447096>>5447269"The armor degrades both life quality and longevity, even if you don't prioritize yourself, you shouldn't be in a rush to die at this point. It would go against your recent learnings. 'Should the wearer be unable to control himself, it will deteriorate his body without him feeling it. Berserkers would only die once the last drop of blood left their bodies. Were it not for the ritual that managed to pull his soul into this current set of armor he has, the previous wearer would have been devoured by the eclipse of his time.' You should know who the previous wearer is, as you've met him several times before. He lost a great deal of who he was, and the very body he once had. He would have lost even his soul if not for timely intervention...we don't want to see you end up the same way. Fate cannot be allowed to repeat itself in an endless futile cycle."
"Huh... So that's who you draw your knowledge from." Guts takes a second to connect the dots, but doesn't seem very to treat the situation with any more gravity. Perhaps because he never really cared that much about the Skull Knight's true origins.
"Look, I appreciate the worrying, perhaps more than I could put into words, but it's not up to me whether situations will force me into the armor or not. I don't exactly wear it just to show off in the first place, the two times it was used was to deal with enemies worth fighting with. If you can't pull yourself up, I will eventually have to take the lead."
Guts has taken a step forward when it came to quit being selfish, yet he still believes that sacrificing himself for others comes first before himself, mostly because he believes no one else will do what he does.
You two grimaced at each other, realizing neither would yield in their point of argument. The only silver lining being that you, Farnese and Schierke could still prevent him from losing his way should he ever rely too much on the armor.
A few more days pass, and after a few more days of training your skills, you were awoken by the dull sound of a horn.
"Land in sight!"
"What, is it Skellig already?" You yawn, scratching your beard as you remain half awake.
"It's just a resupplying stop, though now that we've arrived where your mother is, I believe you should wash your face to meet her at the very least."
As the sailors dropped the anchor and let the sailboats approach the island, you see a luscious green rock formation, resembling a man-made staircase that could only be approached when the tides were low.
"Hell yeah! We've been on the boat for so long, I almost forgot how dry land felt like!" Isidro chanted as he jumped between the stair tiles.
"It hasn't been that long, Isidrop! It's only been 27 real life days!" Puck chuckles.
"I was not expecting an island at the sea to have this sort of vegetation..." Schierke smells the roses amidst the craters.
"Are you alright, Casca?" Farnese notices her chest dripping some blood.
