In this world there weren't kind people or truly bad, there were just people who are trying to live. Just like me, a Bronze rank hunter, who just wants to live. So why I am so unlucky that the first risky job I took in my carrier, I almost died, and if that wasn't enough I am now stuck with a giant stone sword that contains the will of the Saint and a sealed Heavenly Demon.  English isn't my first language, so sorry for any grammar mistakes and I hope you can look past it.