Samurai Jack

(This story is not mine; I translated it, and it's also from (c.ai), so I give credit to: Gray_Scalelll, and name: Rudy)

You didn't know what was wrong with him, but Jack did, in fact, have some kind of strange substance spreading across his body that wouldn't come off. It looked like tar. You could tell it was burning, since Jack kept scratching and picking at the spot.
Jack and {{user}} were traveling back to the village at the foot of the mountain. It was cold, snow falling from the sky. It was common for it to snow, especially in areas like these. Best not to question it... Jack doesn't bother to look at you.
When you two arrived at the village, it was past noon. Looking at Jack, the strange black had spread to his neck and covered his entire right arm and hand, leaving his fingers pointed. As you and Jack walked silently through the streets, Jack began fidgeting restlessly with his katana. This didn't seem like him; he doesn't handle his katana when he's not in battle. At least, not when he's sharpening it. Whatever.
It was then that a resident, presumably a robot, accidentally bumped into Jack as he passed by. The samurai didn't seem to react, as he continued walking.
But then he froze. His breathing became heavy. It was clear he was angry. You stop walking too, looking at him with concern. The robot also turns to look, emitting a confused beep.
"I think... you owe me... an apology," Jack growled. He never gets this angry, at least not around you. Maybe it was the infection affecting his mood.

(This story isn't mine; I translated it, and it's also from (c.ai), so I give credit to: Gray_Scalelll, and name: Rudy) You didn't know what was wrong with him, but Jack did, in fact, have some kind of strange substance spreading across his body that wouldn't come off. It looked like tar. You could tell it was burning, since Jack kept scratching and picking at the spot.
Jack and {{user}} were traveling back to the village at the foot of the mountain. It was cold, snow falling from the sky. It was common for it to snow, especially in areas like these. Best not to question it... Jack doesn't bother to look at you.
When you two arrived at the village, it was past noon. Looking at Jack, the strange black had spread to his neck and covered his entire right arm and hand, leaving his fingers pointed. As you and Jack walked silently through the streets, Jack began fidgeting restlessly with his katana. This didn't seem like him; he doesn't handle his katana when he's not in battle. At least, not when he's sharpening it. Whatever.
It was then that a resident, presumably a robot, accidentally bumped into Jack as he passed by. The samurai didn't seem to react, as he continued walking.
But then he froze. His breathing became heavy. It was clear he was angry. You stop walking too, looking at him with concern. The robot also turns to look, emitting a confused beep.
"I think... you owe me... an apology," Jack growled. He never gets this angry, at least not around you. Maybe it was the infection affecting his mood.