So like, apparently dororo was a girl this whole time. And now I may have to go back and change the book up a bit since I was convinced that dororo was a guy this whole time.

And I do apologize for the long wait lol. To be honest I had lost interest in writing for a little while. And I wasn't sure how to continue on from here-)

This was kind of a lot to take in. So, from what is sounds like the man and priest have vision like no other. And I can sense between the right and wrong. good and bad.
I would often try and shrug off my feelings. And ignore it thinking it was nothing but my head. But now, I may have to listen to those feelings more often. If priest was right... But I assume there was enough evidence to prove he is right.

I turn over to the man. Who was sitting down on the cold wooden floors. Looking down, not blinking once. He never seems to move his eyes. They're always just focused forwards. Does he even have real eyes? Well, after a littlw while I almost suspected that his eyes were not real. Or he's really just that weird. And has talent for not looking anywhere else but straight ahead. And always fixed on something. Like right now, its the floor.

I feel like the priest knows about the man. And has seen him sometime before.
I mean, at the moment i could see that he's watching the silent man. Not in a creepy way. But in the 'I've seen you before' kinda way.

I was about to ask if he knew him, but was interrupted before I could even open my mouth. The man quickly stood up, and ripped off his arm ti reveal a blade that the little light reflected off of, and the priest quickly getting into a startled, but ready to fight stance.

"What is it?" Dororos voice filled with worry, obviously something was wrong. "I can't see anything its too dark!"

"Neither can we." Priest spoke in almost a whisper, clutching his cane in his hand, looking like he was about ready to attack.

With one swift movement, the man rushed further into the dark, and slashed his blade at something. And a screech of pain rose from the dark corner, causing me to quickly cover my ears from the loud screams. and blood splattered onto the walls. It was plain to see that there was something there that definitely was not human.

And within a blink of an eye, the man was no longer there. He must've found some sort of way to get out, and chase the beast.

"Cmon. I know a way out..." Priest motioned dororo and I to follow.
And we began walking. But I couldn't see, but I followed the footsteps of priest.

"I can't see! Its so dark!" Dororo cried, clinging on close to me, she buries her face into my cloak, and I place my hand on her head. As a way to comfort the young girl.

We kept on walking. It almost seemed like forever. And almost like this darkness only continued to go on without end. I began to question if the priest knew where we we're going!

Dororo continued to panic, but was stopped by the priest saying, "do you feel that draft? We must be getting close.."

I lift my head, eye narrowing in front of us. All I could see was pitch black, and the faint outlines of the old blind man, and young girl dororo. That is until I see a glimmer of light growing lighter as we went further along. We must be getting close to the exit.
Looking up, there was an opening. Which probably was the well.

Climbing up the well, I peek my head up. The man was there, kicking down the door to the chiefs home. The woman who was lying on her bed, questioned the man. Though I was too far away to make out what she was saying. The most I could do was read her lips.

A string of fabric wrapped around the woman, her hair flowing like she was underwater. Though I couldn't make out what she was saying, her once soft and welcoming voice shifted to a deep and demonic tone. Easy enough to startle any man.

The man tore his arm off, revealing the sharp blade as it shone in the light. The blankets and tarp flew upwards, slowly drifting down. Ams behind the walls that covered her legs was a giant beast like creature with red eyes that stared at us with a bloodthirsty look. A soft hiss escaped from its unnaturally massive fangs. Its mouth shot opened, a long tongue slithered out from its mouth, letting out a thunderous roar that pierced my ears, But the man didn't seem phased by the loud roars.

He lept towards the ghoul- or demon, its tenticals shot his way like spears, and eventually they chased each other off into the forest near by.

Oh goodness, what was that thing?? A ghoul, perhaps? No... That wouldn't seem right. A demon?

We followed the clear path where the giant beast must have bolted off to with the man following behind. I could hear the hisses of the beast from not good far ahead, so that must mean we are getting close to the man and the thing that must have tried killing us if we did not escape that cage earlier, which was too easy to get out of.

"Have you come to get the rest back? Interesting. Let's see if we can-"
We arrived as bandai spoke in a deep and hoarse tone, though she was interrupted by the black haired man piercing his blade into her skull.

A faint gasp escaped from in between my lips as I covered my mouth, the dead body of bandai and the demon thing now lies limp on the dirt.

The man turned his gaze to us, a thick purple liquid covered his robe. His facial expressions as blank as unused paper.

What did bandai mean? Come to get the rest? Clearly, there is something that we are insure of; but I think we can all agree this man had some sort of tragedy in his past, but what?