Rough footsteps could be heard, ones that threaten the beauty of the island. The sky was vast, and the scorching sun rose to the clouds as a flock of birds flew freely, just like the notorious pirates of the sea.

A man in black had a black Fedora with a dark blue band. He was walking, mysteriously on the wastelands. It seemed as if he was trying to go somewhere. Was he lost?

"HEY!" A bandit had stood behind him, loudly. Accompanied by his partners in crime. Taking advantage of a single man, even if pride was non-existent to them.

"You're gonna hafta give us some of that loot you got your hands on." the lousy bandit clucks his shotgun, as the others unsheath their cutlass, making an unpleasant sound of a hundred blades getting ready to slice thousands of pieces over one single man.

"I don't think you will like this."

"Take him, boys!"

They roared as a stampede moved forward.

Stolen novel; please report.

"Huh!? Where did he go!?"

"You've already been cut."

The man in the Fedora was behind them. The bandits didn't get their chance to get close to him either. He was just in front of them a millisecond ago.

"Quiet Rush." chants his ability, as he unsheathes his sword upon the quiet, but deadly slash.

The bandits coughed blood as they fell to the ground, struggling to stand up. The people who lived in the town witnessed a massacre of the bandits, with their bodies laying on the dirty ground, the citizens knew that the man in the Fedora, who was walking away from the unconscious men was a very seasonal swordsman. Hostile if threatened.

The villagers had surely felt a hair of relief on their skins. Some were willing to thank the mysterious man for his actions but to him, he questioned, would killing the notorious bandits surely guarantee a great path to the island he sets upon as of now? His thoughts ran through his mind as he walked towards his medium-sized sailboat.

"Wait!!! Mister!" A young voice had appeared behind him, panting after a sprint. "Could you at least tell us your name!?" The young fellow asked.

The mysterious man crouched for him as he took off his Fedora. "Call me Satoru. If you'd remember." his mouth remained closed, he smiled as his hands rubbed the kid's hair.

"Take care of yourself." he added.

Satoru heads on his boat as he is prepared to set sail to the next island. He puts on his Fedora, waving to the kid as the wind blows the sail.

"Bon Voyage!" the young lad exclaimed as he waved back.

And he sailed. The wind was strong, yet, ordinary.

"Pirate town, huh?" He checked his map, setting as he marked his next destination.

With a strong smile, gritting his teeth, he was on the verge of laughing, as the adventure awaits him in the future.

"Here, I go!" He shouts out loud, beyond the sea. Spreading his arms to embrace the wind.