T/W: Gore, Foul Language
Penn's breathing picked up speed, as he was suddenly filled with anxiety. He never thought he would see an S-rank struggle. He assumed it was always effortless for them, that they were practically monsters who just waved their hand and closed gates with ease.
Penn's hand holding the knife started to shake as his anxiety kicked in, and his palms got sweaty. It had been a while since he felt this way, and honestly, he never thought he would again once he became a guide. He had let his guard down, more than he anticipated.
The guide anxiously stepped out of the water and onto the shore, taking shaky steps toward the lone esper. Why couldn't he be stronger? Why did he have to awaken as a Guide? What was the point of all that military training if he only ended up dragging down all the Hunters around him when help was needed?
