The sunlight slowly set into the little holes between the leaves, and a few of those rays hit a male's left eye.

The male was asleep leaning against a tree. The male had three types of swords, sheathed, at his left side. On the male's tucked left arm was a satchel of all of his necessities.

The male opened his tired eyes, revealing his yellow eyes as he covered it with his black gloves. Below his eyes were brownish black things that resemble cuts, but was not, and the male also had pale white hair. The male wore a black, almost luxurious-looking shirt, and a pair of black pants that complements with his outfit.

The male let out a yawn, as he stood up, the satchel's strap already resting on his left shoulder, while the satchel itself was at the right side of his hip.

'The man said to follow the shadow of the morning sun. That will lead me to the town,' the male thought, before realising that being in a forest where there are no plains, it would be hard to determine where these shadows could possibly lead. Heaving a sigh, he began to walk in a straight direction, letting the gods determine the path he will find.

Suddenly, he caught a whiff of something pungent. It was so bad that it almost smelled like carcasses. The male would most likely ignore this smell, if not for him hearing multiple faint screams soon after. Quickly, he sprinted to where the screams came from, which quickly got louder by each step he took. By every increasing decibel made the male grit his teeth in anger, just to think if he was too late. The screams soon died down, and it was only when he got to the area that he found out why.

He stared at the bloody entrance of what could, or should, be a village. He saw a dismembered and blood stained human arm at the middle of the entrance. He could see the blood oozing out, its flesh and bone seen. When he walked into the village, the likelihood of him finding more dismembered limbs became more apparent. This also included more dead bodies but most being males. Realising the possibility that the female villagers may still be alive, he quickly searched the nearest house to his left. What he saw was unforgiving.

He saw multiple, small, pointy-eared, green, ugly looking, human-like monsters surrounding a group of naked women of all ages. They all were being in the process of mating. . . By force. It was only when the white haired male came bursting into the house that caught the goblins' attention to him. Instantly, a swarm came charging towards him.

Caught off guard by the sheer numbers alone, the male quickly backed away into the bloody pathway, where he was quickly assaulted by a goblin. The male quickly unsheathed his blade, a tachi as he quickly back stepped until his backed faced a wooden wall of a house in order to prevent himself from being surrounded.

'I will not die by the hands of these filthy monsters,' he thought, gripping the hilt of his blade as a goblin attempted to stab him with a dagger. The male quickly side stepped, the dagger stuck into the wall of the house, as quick as lightning, the male quickly sliced its head off. The goblin's blood squirted out of the stump that used to be its neck as it fell onto its back. Quickly, he parried a dagger attack and kicked a goblin away, before knowing that this was a fight he couldn't win just by looking at the sheer number. Even the most war-hardened veterans in his world would find a hard time to kill them in such numbers.

Unless. . . .

'I have to do it,' he thought, before finally founding some distance between him and the swarm. He quickly counted the number of them charging towards him, which was at least 15, before taking a deep breath and charged forward. When he was close enough, he let out a sudden yell, shocking the goblins, and it was at this point he used a technique taught to him.

'A Hundred Sakura Slash.'

Time seemingly stopped, as he quickly made short work of the goblins by decapitating all of them in mere seconds. However, it was only when he sheathed his blade, that the goblins' heads slid off from their necks and fall onto the bloody pathway, their bodies following soon after. He watched as the goblins' blood squirted out of its necks, adding its own blood to the already gory path.

The male, content with this, quickly looked for some clothing for the females he saw. It was as if he had gotten used to seeing such gore and violence and had hardened himself to anticipate this. He soon found some clothing, albeit some were bloody and had stab holes and some had both as well, but it was better than nothing. Knowing that there was nothing to fear, he walked into the house where the unconscious women were, and seeing them entirely naked, he couldn't lie, aroused him. But given the status that they were victims of the goblins offsets this. He calmly puts them the clothes he found onto them, and once all of them were fully dressed, he contemplated on how should he carry them to the nearest village, until he heard voices from the outside.

"What the hell happened here?" He heard a  surprised male voice out.

"So many bodies. . . And dead goblins too. . ." A trembling, female voice this time.

"Who could've done this?" Another male. The male, hearing these voices, walked out of the house, and saw a group of 6 people of various classes arriving.

"Over here!" The white haired yell out, and the party soon notices him and went towards him.

"What happened here?" A male asked. The male seemed like an adventurer, evident by the sheathed long sword at his belt and the armour he wore. He had brown hair and blue eyes.

"Goblins attacked the village. They killed all the males. Females all inside here," the white haired simply replied to them.

"Are you a local?" The female, a priestess, as evident by her clothing and staff, asked. In reply, the male shook his head. "I do not live here, nor do I live anywhere."

"You killed all those goblins?" Another female asked in a monotonous tone, as the other party members entered the house. The female seemed to be a black mage, as she also had a staff with a glass ball on it, added with the fact that she also wore a black robe that concealed much of her face, except for her lips and chin.

"I did."

"By yourself?"

"Yes."

"I see. Are you from a guild?"

"A guild?"

"It seems you have not heard of such a thing. After we get help, I will tell you everything you need to know."