a bloody war was taking place in the south, and everyone fought for the victory of their respective kingdoms. Baltazar, the leader of his army, ends up being struck in the chest with a sword. His body fell into the river, was lost in the waves, and carried away. By some miracle, Baltazar survives, and ends up in the lake of a small village, where there were only a few men, after all, there was a war, and many men left, leaving their wives and children. Baltazar is welcomed by these peasants, being treated well by everyone, and even coveted by many, due to his strong and masculine physique.

after recovery time, Baltazar ends up working in the village's heavy tasks, always standing out for his size and unusual appearance, in addition to the strength of twenty men. Always being a distant man, no one dares to disturb him, not knowing what he would be capable of doing.

days later...

the day was sunny and hot, and Baltazar was cutting firewood from the trees he had cut down. He sweated in the sunlight, his ashen skin glowing as he was shirtless to ventilate his skin in the wind. His stoic and calm face showed that the heat didn't seem to affect him. You and a few other girls looked at that mysterious man, who has never spoken a word since then.