"Mas-master... A Mech Servant recognizing a master? That's impossible, absolutely impossible! Mech Servants are the last line of defense for this world. They are supposed to be heartless, cruel... devoid of emotion."
"They should never obey anyone. Their only purpose should be to hunt monsters."
"No, no, no, no! There's another possibility – the prophecy, the prophecy! Yes, haha, the prophecy is true... You are the one, the one chosen by the prophecy!"
The tattered old man seemed to have completely descended into madness. Communication with Renji was futile. In his overly excited flailing, Renji noticed a large gash in the old man's abdomen, caused by a blunt object.
The wound, crudely covered with a piece of cloth, was now torn open due to the old man's movements, bleeding profusely. In this world's conditions, it was tantamount to a death sentence.
