Island at the end of the world.

To whom this message is received.

I am Rodrik Grand, Captain of the seventh belgrade of the knight regiment within the empire of Japan. Former member of the first guard division of the United States president. 

I hope this message is received safely. The discovery of an island wasn't that surprising, but what we found on that island can never be described. I know not if we will make it off this island. Which I have come to call world's end island.

Its size is big, almost the size of all japanese islands combined, it has a mountain set in the middle. That's not the issue, the issue is that the lowest ranking monsters are Leviathan class, with multiple Angel class monsters spotted. Lost two good knights to them, both of which were lord ranks. Yes you read that right Two lords, the best scouts in the whole damn army, dead. It makes me want to laugh just thinking about it. Hell if you, whoever's reading this was wondering, im a Grand king and I am doubtful I'll make it off this island. Thus as you already know i'm sending this off in a bottle.

The coordinates for my rescue are 4°58′S 158°45′W. 

The waves are so blue,

My hands are so red,

May I live forever unless I'm surely dead.

Your lostward captain Rodrik. 

The pencil lines started to trail off at the end.

***

In a small town on the coast of the atlantic. 

Hog village.

I hate this village.

I leave my house. Walking through the village is like walking through shade on a really hot day. Nice and refinishing. One might say too nice, too refinishing.

"Good morning, Hank." The grounds keeper patted me on the back.

I couldn't even force a mumble. The grounds keeper being a fifty year old man, was talented and loving for his job living each day in total joy. Not just him but the rest of these fools all wish to drag me down with there gleeful exuberance. Perhaps its just there thanks for my protection, but I wich to know nothing of it. I entered the berrics witch was to small to even be called a shed. I slide on my favorite and only uniform. Its black and blue gradness jumped at your eyes. A nice sword hung from my waist, it was a easter blade known to most as a katana, except calling this outrageously good blade anything but its name is ludicrous. Horises bane. Horises being a lesser worshiped god of the monster cult, he to some was known to be the creator of most monsters. 

I massage my loose but full mustache, it was one thing I was proud of, maybe as much as my family's sword. Upon the uniform I slide on my aphanitic samurai armor, though awkward to wear, and some even laugh, the armor was enchanted by a skilled mage. It was another family's artifact, its name is Iron hill. Ironic considering it didn't have a single bit of iron in it. 

The days are bland, odds are low that these items are ever put into use. At least that is what the villagers think, some nights im left without sleep, casting my blade through monster after monster.

Tonight was another one of those nights. A horde of twenty monsters all rank three Chimera.