Chapter 69 - Anyone Able To Hunt Is A Friend

After Rohan had shown off his strength, the tension in the group miraculously eased a lot.

They knew he was a warrior, but they apparently needed to see it with their own eyes to be scared by it. Not that Rohan cared about their feelings, but at least the way back would be much more peaceful.

All the young hunters were now minding their manners. All, but one. It was the one who had initiated all the remarks, the one with a scar on his face.

He was now slightly behind everyone as if his role and Rohan's had been exchanged. But the young warrior didn't like the light he saw in the eyes of this man.

He was staring at him every so often and that was seriously creeping Rohan.

Rohan was still feeling some anger in him. He knew that if he didn't have put all his strength when he had killed the doe he would have directed it toward this odious man. But he reckoned he had used way too much of it.

Fortunately, no one seemed to have felt it, but he needed to take it on himself. He still needed the help of this clan, and he wasn't under the protection of Delia or Horim here.

One wrong step, and it might be the end for this adventure in the Barren Lands.

On their way back, the group found another trace for a beast. But they didn't choose to track it since they already had hunted their prey.

From what Rohan could understand, the clan was trying to protect this environment and thus were only hunting the minimum they could. That way, this area would still be useful for the next time, or the next clan.

As there were other groups of hunters here and there, one beast per day was their limit. That way, the clan knew they wouldn't destroy this ecosystem.

The day the Blackwolf clan had installed the encampment for the two months here, they had sent a few people around. Rohan guessed they had wanted to know how much they could take from this forest, and carefully analyzed the resources this wooden region was holding.

They traveled silently toward the camp, running at high speed. They didn't even care about the noise they were making anymore, as there was no more meaning to do so. They already had their amount of meat, and they weren't scared of any potential predator with a warrior at their side.

Although Rohan didn't mind, he was still trying to run while making the least noise possible. He had learned a lot today, but a single day wasn't nearly enough to assimilate everything.

As the sun was still high in the sky, the group of hunters reached their camp. Now that they had come back with all the meat, skin, bones, and everything from the doe they had killed, what they needed to do was to process it.

For that, without wasting a second, they headed toward the east of the camp where a tent was installed. This one was special, or at least it was here that Rohan had seen every day all the hunters going with what they had hunted the day.

As they approached the tent, suddenly a large man lifted the door made of skin and showed off his imposing body. His arms were as big as a tronc, And he was tall enough to overlook everyone. Though he could scare a normal being, since he wasn't a warrior or even a mana user, Rohan didn't put him into his eyes.

"So it was your team going to hunt today, eh?"

His powerful voice, fierce enough to shake the wind, was directed to the young man Rohan had supposed to be the leader. It was strange to Rohan since the daughter of the chief clan should be the one with the higher rank here.

"Then go, put everything you got." He took out a cloth from behind him and cleaned up his hands. It was with this gesture that Rohan saw the blood on it. This man was probably the one who was drying and cleaning up the carcasses the hunter brought back.

Everyone then took out their skin bags and put them on the ground, so the man could look at them. This one approached and put everything on the grass, not caring at all to put dirt on it or blood in front of his tent. A small exclamation left his mouth.

He looked deeply at the skin that appeared, in front of him. He was the most expert among all members of the clan to dissect any animals, and the skin that was in front of him was almost perfectly intact. There were no marks, no scratches on it. The one who had removed it from the beast should be really good, but the most important point is also that the beast should have been killed with a blow to the head.

His eyes lingered a bit on it before he turned his eyes toward Daina among the group. Normally, she wasn't part of this group, so he didn't know why she was among them. It was the same for the stranger, the rank 3 Beginner Warrior, but he doubted him to be able to hunt anything.

Plus, the daughter of the Chief Clan was known to be among the best ones when it came to hunting and fighting. A pity that she wasn't able to become a warrior.

But as his eyes posed on her face, she simply smiled and shook her head, before looking at the warrior at her side, who was called Rohan. He couldn't help but widen his eyes. Was it him who had done so? Impressive!

"This skin is one of the best we have been able to have since we are here. I should be able to do something with it. I didn't think a warrior from the other side could hunt this well, you impress me, warrior."

He didn't lie, and compared to some other members of the clan, he didn't care about the fact this warrior wasn't from the Barren Lands. Any powerful person was strong, nothing else. For this young man to be a rank 3 Beginner Warrior, even if he was coming from the other side, was still an incredible achievement.

"Actually not at all, it was the first time I hunted in my life, it was only under the teaching of this group that I was able to kill it in the first place."

After all, if he hadn't learned how to walk, how to pay attention to the wind and other details, he wouldn't even have been able to approach the beast. It was indeed evidence to walk without making any noise, but the way to do it wasn't easy to guess.

When he had observed the other hunters walk inside this forest, he had seen that every step they were doing changed if there were leaves, roots, slippery ground, or anything else. Just the way to run inside a forest was valuable teaching for the young warrior.

Hearing these words, the large man was furtherly rendered speechless. Even under the guidance of a dexterous hunter, killing and removing the skin of any beast this well was simply proof of talent.

Looking at the group in front of him, almost all members were showing good sentiments toward this warrior who was still pretty much unknown.

There was only Guros who was trying to hide his anger, but it wasn't a surprise at all. If there should be someone in this clan to hate someone, then he was without a doubt the most inclined to be the one.

After all, seeing his father coldly murdered and his mother raped in front of his eyes by a man coming from the other side was enough to let a lifelong mark on anyone.

But as long as this warrior knew what he was doing, helped the clan, and wasn't thinking anything dangerous, then it was enough for him.

In any case, anyone who knew how to hunt was able to become a good friend.

Rohan was watching this man with a ruff voice commenting on the carcass while glancing at him from time to time. Such a big man doing such action was making the young man shudder.. All he wanted now was to get out of here.