Defeat x Shame x Departure

It was late in the afternoon as Aaron made his way towards the guild. He wasn't wearing his hoodie like he usually did, thus leaving his horns out in the open for all to see. He didn't care if people stared. Aaron, unlike usual, was not in the happiest of moods. No, he was still bummed out about the defeat he had suffered while on a job with Naziel. He had spent the past few day's in relative isolation thinking over what he should do next. He had never felt this weak before, he hadn't stood a chance against the Demon Slayer. Eventually Aaron had reached the guild and gave a discontented sigh as he shoved open the doors. Oddly enough no explosion went off. This might be due to the bandages that were wrapped over his forearms and hands. He didn't want the others to see the scars that had been left on his arms from the Holy Flames of Alexander Zenneth. Instead of his usual loud attention grabbing entrance, he said nothing, he simply walked over to table, sat down, and slammed his head down upon it.

A few minutes passed by before he stood from the table. He was quick to approach the guild master, paying the other's little to no attention. He had made up his mind. He couldn't see the world or learn of his mysterious past if he stayed tied down to this sort of guild. A guild that to him, seemed to be all too righteous. He may not know anything solid about himself other than his name, but he could already tell that the guild wasn't a good fit for him. It was with this resolve that he declared to the guild master, "Zenshin, I have decided to leave the guild. Nothing against any of you. . . but the truth about myself rest out in the world somewhere beyond Fiore. Staying here won't help me any." He said bluntly before turning on his heels and walking out of the guild hall. With a swipe of his left hand the mark of Sabertooth seemed to vanish within a flurry of red and black flames.
[EXIT]