As is often the case in this line of work, no one knows his real name.

I guess you're right. But I don't hit just anybody. I choose my targets carefully, if you catch my drift.

That man is simply a stranger I happened upon during my travels, and there's nothing to be done if he's been arrested for doing something wrong.

Everyone I meet calls me a witch.

You couldn't be more different from him.

still unaware of the cruel fate that lies in wait for them...

There, they encountered someone they hadn't counted on seeing at this point. It was Youpi.

A forest surrounds the 3,722-meter mountain, and the Zoldyck estate is somewhere on that mountain. But no one has ever actually seen it.

This is a path where I can't trust even my own followers. With each and everyone's aim being my money and power... ...they just swarm around me like these carp.

Yeah, sounds like nerves talkin' to me. Makes everyone seem suspect. Stress can kill you, y'know.

Mendez doesn't know shit about life. Everyone's got their limits, even him. He just hasn't reached 'em. Not like you.

He is our leader. He surpasses us all in his mastery of the Way of the Voice.

I also know that no one really believes that. I've been trying to avoid him, honestly.

Worst thing is, nobody wants them in the cities. Nobody trusts them.

Rjorn's drum! Nobody knows where he died, and therefore where his drum might be.

He knew what he was getting into. I don't... I don't blame anyone.

Everyone's always "I, me, mine." Selfish twats.

Shut your gob, he's better than any. That's a witcher, there.

I trust no one. Learned that long ago. Now it's his turn.

Better believe it! Every man and his hound wants to fight in the Cursed Arena!