254 Episode XI: The White King of Morga

"Uhm... this guy had a terrible eye"

Crushing like that, Dan-Rutim woke up his torso.

Near dusk, deep in the woods.

At the foot is the sandbox around the stone, how can you hear the water flow from the direction of your right hand. This seemed to be a riverside of an unknown river.

If you try to fly your gaze behind your back, the dark green bushes are spreading their beauty to considerable heights.

It's hard to tell because it's covered in bushes, but this is a cliff wall.

Dan-Rutim and his men slipped through the bushes to this riverside.

In doing so, they must have been hurt by the branches. It stings all over my face and arms.

but there were no irrevocable injuries to the eyeballs or fingertips, so there was nothing to say.

"Hey, it's Dim-Rutim. Are you all right? If you have life, try to respond."

And, Dan-Rutim checked the situation around him before calling on the boy in his arms.

A boy with long black brown hair gives a bitter voice, "Ugh..."

"Have you lived for now? Once we get him down on the ground, will you?

Saying, I can lay the boy's body gently on the ground.

Really, the boy gave an even more bitter voice, "Ugh."

"Don't get violent. Maybe a few abrasives have been hit. If you move unnecessarily, you're gonna get your gut hurt by a broken abalone, okay?

"Parents...... Dan-Rutim......"

The boy's powerless eyes look up at Dan-Rutim.

"Sorry... I just misjudged..."

"Don't get sick. It was my job to guide you right. This whole mess is on me."

Answering that way, the boy's eyes brought tears to his eyes.

"I'm so sorry... if anything happens to my parents, I can't face everyone in Rutim..."

"So that's this dialogue. Please, don't die before I do, okay?

Dim-Rutim was a hunter for an apprentice who had just turned thirteen.

Therefore, Dan-Rutim was at the mercy of being a hunter.

Rutim's settlement is now at a time when rest has just dawned. The grace by the settlement was badly devoured and Gibba wasn't going to come by for a while yet, so Rutim's hunter was trapping him with his legs up deep into the limitless woods he could return to in a day. Today, I was just splitting up to see if the trap I set yesterday had been hung by Gibba.

One giva hung on the trap.

The figure is a large but obtusely lean, old Gibba.

The fur has been rinsed and both corners have been broken. Such an old gibba was hoisted high by a tree branch, wrapped around his left hind leg in a crawling trap.

"You're a much weaker giva. I would be able to hold back on my own."

Confirming its appearance from behind the bushes, Dim-Rutim tried to rise, saying so.

The arm, Dan-Rutim grabs it from the side.

"No, that giva is dangerous. We didn't get the bow ready, so we'll join Gazlan and the others and then we'll come back."

"Why? You wouldn't need a bow or anything for a weak giva like that, would you? You just have to cut off your neck with a knife."

"Wait, wait. Gibba, who is dying, is something that sometimes exerts extraordinary power. Besides, that gibba got trapped where he starved, and he seems pretty concerned."

"Where is it? Doesn't it work perfectly, as if it's already dead?

"That would be in the midst of building up strength. I can smell it."

"... smell?

"Oh. Gibba, when you get angry, you smell a little sweet and sour. Now if you see a human figure, you may squeeze your last force and explode your anger."

Dan-Rutim explained that, but Dim-Rutim shook his head sideways, "I'm not convinced," he said.

"You won't have to be so careful just because I'm just a young man in the woods. Even I've trained to be a hunter."

"Whatever hunter there is on the other hand, I'm telling you the same thing. I'm not underestimating your power."

"Then - if I finish that giva, can I have my fangs and fur in my house? The horns have been lost and the fur has been rinsed, but as a first prey to a young man like me, that would be about right."

In the boy's eyes, the light of passion glistens, young and not looking beyond.

but Dan-Rutim said, "Hmm?" I had to lean my neck.

"Aren't we talking about the fact that in the settlement of Luu, we provide for the distribution of fangs and furs by virtue of their action? Strong hunters gain much wealth, and weak hunters rise to poverty. It seems to me that it was those tough lives that helped Lew."

"I wonder about that one. It should be more normal by the woods to distribute wealth equally among the blood clans. I'm thinking about the Lew family and the North clan."

"The northern clan means Zaza, Gene, Dom, right? Yes, that's why they were able to gain no less exceptional power than the Lou family, too. … and we at Rutim and the number of hunters have not beaten them, so we should be able to gain stronger power"

"That may or may not be the case. but for now, I'm not going to change Rutim's manners."

Laughing, Dan-Rutim gently slapped the boy in the head.

"Well, if that's what you're thinking, you can talk to Gazlan sooner or later. You're the ones responsible for Rutim's fate. After I leave my parents, I'll have fun keeping an eye on what path you're going to take."

"… then watch on the spot"

Saying so, Dim-Rutim flinched himself and jumped out of the bush.

Dan-Rutim, who has been utterly vain, follows Dim-Rutim a moment late.

"Fool! Stay away from that giva!

Dan-Rutim has the fastest legs in Rutim's settlement. So it was going to reach the boy's shoulder within ten steps - but that was too late. The moment he admitted to Dim-Rutim's appearance, Gibba rammed like crazy, and the momentum had broken the branches bound by the spreading grass blurry.

"Wow!" cringes Dim-Rutim.

Drawing on the crawling grass and the broken branches, Gibba leaps to feed the body to Dim-Rutim's chest.

If Gibba had had a horn left, Dim-Rutim would have been desperate with that blow.

Dan-Rutim, who was directly behind Dim-Rutim, was dressed to take that body from the front.

"Mm-hmm. This is a good way to escape."

Dan-Rutim turned his back on Gibba without getting lost, holding the boy's body back.

If you run into a cramped place, Gibba won't catch up to you.

With that in mind, Dan-Rutim threw himself into the bushes - this was the deepest part of the woods where he rarely set foot. As he fled to the right to the left listening to Gibba's footsteps behind him, he went out into a place he couldn't remember at all, and he was supposed to slip off a cliff hidden in the bush.

"It was a total detour. I'm so sorry I put you in useless danger."

Dan-Rutim let me say that as I lay my hand on the boy's head lying in the sandbox.

Dim-Rutim finally spills tears out of his eyes.

"Why would Dan-Rutim apologize that way......? The bad news isn't it me who didn't think about it all enough...?

"So it was my role to guide those immatures right. That's how I've been led, but it's totally impudent."

Big river, flowing on the right hand side. Beyond it was a more depressing woodland beauty than the bushes behind it.

It is a mountain of Morga.

No one was allowed to enter, this was the mountain of Morga.

From the settlement of Rutim, which is also quite south by the woods, it was thus possible to see the mountains of Morga up close just by putting his legs up for half a day.

But even the forestside people allowed to live in the woods at the foot of the mountain were forbidden to step into the mountains of Morga.

If we vandalize Morga, the scourge will destroy Genos. Such inheritance was left in the land.

The mountains of Morga are inhabited by more terrifying beasts than Gibba. The story is that Gibba was driven from those beasts to the woods at the foot of the mountain.

It was this predicament, after being cornered at the end of such a forest.

(Hmmm... this is a pretty swordswallowing thing)

With that in mind, Dan-Rutim looked down at us.

I'm sitting around dressed like I threw my legs out in the sandbox. There was great discomfort in that right ankle.

I feel fever rather than pain. There was nothing strange about it externally, but maybe the bones were off.

(Sometimes you break bones and cut muscles when you do the wrong procedure, my father Ra said. And never put on weight until you put the bones back on correctly.)

And Dim-Rutim has apparently been hit with a couple of abalones.

Around there is already sunset, and the wind is starting to turn cold.

It will also be difficult to return to the settlement by sunset if you do not make your return schedule now.

(Maybe today was the day to give your soul back to the woods)

Dan-Rutim had gone to the idea very lightly.

Perhaps when Gibba attacked me, I should have thrown Dim-Rutim's body away and pulled the knife out. Just one such mistake, and the hunter will easily return his soul to the woods.

(If so, I've done some really bad things to Dim-Rutim)

Dan-Rutim has as many as five children, and all but his youngest sister, Morn, have already married their partners. My eldest brother Gazlan has also grown into a fine hunter, and it should have been possible to lead Rutim even from tomorrow.

But Dim-Rutim is who he's going to be.

It would be mindless of you to scatter your life in such a place. At the age of thirteen, still an apprentice, he couldn't have grown up ready to decay into the woods or anything.

(Then I'll protect you against this. Prepare for the fire so you can cross the night)

Thinking that way, Dan-Rutim tried to get up.

It was precisely at that moment that the man appeared fluttered.

With his hips floating in a half-way position, Dan-Rutim closes his eyes properly.

"Are you... are you kidding me, that was him then?

Dan-Rutim calls on that person with surprise.

The man, who appeared like a phantom, only came back quietly staring at Dan-Rutim with his intellectually radiant eyes.

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Dan-Rutim met that person twenty-five years ago now - when he was fifteen years old when he was finally recognized as a one-man hunter.

At that time, it seemed worse than ever. Just like today, he was attacked by a bunch of starving Gibbas just as he put his foot up to the end of the woods, and he was still pushed off a cliff.

Falling under a cliff, Dan-Rutim barely lost his life. But he got his right leg crooked in the corner of Giva, and surprisingly, he was to lose a lot of blood.

I broke what I was wearing and tied my wound, but I can't put my strength into my body. Even then it was beneath a cliff covered in bushes, so Dan-Rutim was to stare at the beauty of Morga, standing in front of him, blurring as he brought it to one of its trees.

(um... was today the day to give your soul back to the woods)

That's what I was thinking then.

Around, already dim. The two hunters we were with must have lost their lives, and there should have been no time left for the hunters scattered elsewhere to search for Dan-Rutim.

With a body like this, you can't possibly be safe for the night.

Smell this blood smell, and soon Mundt and Geez will come by. Not even the power to get rid of it was left in Dan-Rutim today.

(Oh, at least I wanted to leave my own blood on Rutim...... but that's all I have left to worry about in retrospect)

Dan-Rutim was marrying his daughter-in-law at the same time as he was fifteen.

The target was a two-year-old, divorced woman.

I've been telling you for two years that I'm definitely going to be happy, and I finally got to give you a wedding last month.

Can't you even hug that body anymore?

If I decay into the woods, will my wife be accompanied by another man?

When I thought of it that way, not much tears of remorse had engulfed me.

I couldn't live up to my promise to be happy, I just had to be angry about my helplessness.

At that time - with no sound whatsoever, quiet signs appeared on the right hand side.

Looking back at you with blurred eyes, an astonishing presence stood on the spot.

"Hey, what are you? Where the hell did you come from?

The man answers nothing and just quietly looks back at Dan-Rutim.

It should have been a beast of a human wilderness with pure white fur and tough limbs.

It's not Giva. Not even Mundt. It was the first beast Dan-Rutim would ever see.

Body length would have been so much the same as Dan-Rutim, who hasn't yet grown up in the body. Its successful and smooth body has pure white fur growing on one side. His neck is long, his nose protrudes, and his big triangular ears stand perfectly. Somehow, he stood as beautiful as a crop.

The skin on the two sides of the eye is black, where the yellow eyes glow quietly.

The claws on the limbs seem sharper than Mundt's.

And from its flesh, it felt the vitality to the overwhelming overwhelming over Mundt as well as Gibba.

"Are you, by any chance, the wolf of the Valve who hears rumors? It is assumed that the wolves of Valve will never show up at the foot of the mountain."

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"Plus, you're brilliant hairy! I heard that Valve's wolf is wearing gray fur, but inheritance is irreplaceable."

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Naturally, the beast answered nothing.

But those yellow eyes had a lot of intelligent light on them, so I didn't think I could understand as much as the human language.

While I was thinking about it, the beast tried to get closer to Dan-Rutim.

Dan-Rutim hastily flattens his hand over there.

"Wait! Are you hungry? Even so, I hope you don't mind eating me."

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"I'm not wasting my life. But Valve's wolf, who remembers the taste of man, remains a legacy that continues to strike humans afterwards. If you're a Valve wolf, I can't just be eaten by you, either.... I can't believe my death has caused disaster to my fellow Moribe brethren, because I can never stand that!

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"I have pride as a hunter and an iron knife. Even though it's hurting, it shouldn't be easy for you. And somehow, I'm not in the mood for a life exchange with you."

Valve's wolf tilted his neck just a little.

It was as if Dan-Rutim's words had been overshadowed.

"Please! I assume your hunting grounds are deep across this river, in the mountains of Morga? We haven't even vandalized your hunting grounds, so why don't you try and get my wish?

Then - the white wolf turned his back and walked away from the spot.

Dan-Rutim breathes relief and brings once again to the tree behind him.

He shouted out loud, so his health, which was only marginally left behind, seemed to have been considerably shredded.

(What a strange beast you were... you had such strange eyes, as if humans had turned into beasts)

So didn't Dan-Rutim feel like hitting life with that beast?

The hunter's knife is a weapon for hunting beasts. It should never be directed at humans. It seemed as sinful as killing a human being to slay a beast like that.

At that time - I felt heat around my right cheek.

Dan-Rutim, with his eyelids open, accidentally said, "Wow!," he shouts.

Right next to his face, there was an elongated face of a white wolf.

The white wolf was circling into the bush behind him and peeking into Dan-Rutim's face from there.

He stares at Dan-Rutim with his yellow-glowing eyes as he wraps some vermilion fruit around his big mouth.

"Hey, what? You still got something for me?!?

At the chest of the confused Dan-Rutim, the fruit of Potong is dropped.

It was a fruit that smelled a little blue but smelled sweet and looked delicious.

"Oh, you're telling me to eat? But the people of the woods are forbidden to speak of the grace of the woods."

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Yellow eyes blink strangely.

It is so close that a damp black nose is likely to touch your cheeks.

"If the people by the woods vandalize Morga's grace, the giva will probably starve. Then we are strictly forbidden to speak of Morga's grace because starving Gibba will destroy the fields of Genos."

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The white wolf turned again the fruit on Dan-Rutim's chest.

It is a big mouth with white fangs.

With its fangs, the white wolf chewed up the vermilion fruit.

"Hmm. You eat fruit as well as meat, just like Gibba.... No, I'm sorry I lost my taste"

It was really hard to believe the words were conveyed, but for now I let them be stated that way.

The white wolf sounds a retreat and disappears into the bush behind her.

"Oh I'm surprised.... But can there really be such a story about wild beasts offering their saving hands to weakened humans?

Leaning on the trunk of the tree again, one at a time.

Then the white wolf came back without putting it between.

It was in its mouth - what a snake that shines scales in seven colors.

He is shearing his fangs as he wraps his excess body around the white wolf's congested nose.

"... um. In the days when I lived in the black woods of the south, I heard they ate both snakes and lizards. But in this forest, the snake is forbidden to eat because it feeds Gibba again."

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Fortunately, the white wolf returned to the bushes without dropping the snake to Dan-Rutim's chest.

Will that wolf eat snakes? Well, it wasn't a poisonous snake, so I guess there's nothing wrong with eating it.

(There is no such thing as good food for us to eat in this forest. What humans can eat is usually giva too)

The exceptions are about Pico and Leelo vanilla with strong aromas. And then there are the non-edible Lana leaves and grigi fruits - and about the hot and cold Rom leaves? They're all useless to the current Dan-Rutim.

With that in mind, now the signs of disturbance approached from behind.

There was no power left to stand up, so I grab the knife pattern with my dull, feeling fingertips.

"Hmm!?

White and black-brown chunks fell into the sand in front of me.

A white wolf, and a giva.

Besides, this giva - it's one of the ones that just attacked the Dan-Rutims. The sword wounds inflicted by his compatriots are left behind around the brow area.

As long as he was a wolf, the figure thickness of his torso was likely to be twice that, a giva of a big man.

Under the throat of that giva, the white wolf is feeding his fangs.

Gibba was roaring with anger and anguish.

My body is twice as thick, so I'm sure Gibba would have wandered more with her powers.

But when it is bitten under the throat, the horns and fangs of Giva do not reach the white wolf. Even if he was deranged and rampaged to death, the white wolf merely skilfully let his strength escape as he moved.

Boogieaah...... and he gives a great roar, and Gibba falls apart.

The white wolf chewed through Gibba's throat as he whispered his face with his forefoot.

Bright red blood is abundant, and Gibba stays motionless.

The white wolf looked back at Dan-Rutim, stained bright red with Gibba's return blood.

"Brilliant arrangement. That's a lot of power to ask. No, I'm impressed."

Hands off the knife on his hips, Dan-Rutim laughs at the white wolf.

"That's your prey. Eat up, eat up."

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"What's up? Are you going to eat Giva? I hear that's why Gibba moved her home to the foothills for fear of you?

The white wolf tilted his neck again a little before turning back towards the giant giva.

The fangs eat through the middle of Gibba's belly.

"Oh, you eat your guts."

The white wolf was single-minded with the contents of Gibba's belly.

A strong smell of blood drifts up to Dan-Rutim.

In the meantime, the world was finally wrapping itself in the dark.

(I guess it's time for everyone to get back to the settlement...)

Dan-Rutim was the eldest brother of the main house, and no other boys existed in the main house.

If Dan-Rutim continues to decay into the woods, once his sister becomes the head of the family, he will have to take his son-in-law, or let the closest bloody branch inherit the main house.

(My sister said she wanted to marry the Rays, but she did something wrong)

Will my wife and sister be crying?

What about my father Ra? I would not spill tears in public, but the depth of that grief should not have beaten my wife or sister either.

While I'm ready to decay into the woods, I'm not going to give up everything until that moment when my breathing stops - even Dan-Rutim's heart, which should all be smeared with sadness.

I don't think the act of consolidating readiness and the desire to live more is ever in conflict. Instead, hunters who don't value their lives are disqualified hunters. Hoping to live more, hunting for even one giva while still keeping his chest ready to decay into the woods - that was the hunter by the woods.

(So with me, I don't fear death... but I'm only fifteen! I just married my beloved ladies to my daughter-in-law, and I haven't even been able to be my own yet! Forest... If you have mercy, give yourself enough power to ride this night!

With that in mind, Dan-Rutim's flesh is twitching and losing strength.

At the very least, with a single meal and a single sleep, something that also returns strength to this body - and Dan-Rutim breathes.

That's when the white wolf left under Gibba.

With a relaxed foothold, we continue our walk across the river. Dan-Rutim continued to follow the figure with blurred eyes.

I wonder what the hell he's going to do, and the white wolf throws his torso at the stream of flowing rivers.

From the tone, the river flow would be quite strong. It seems somewhat pleasant that the hind legs left by the river desperately support the body.

After spending some time doing so, the white wolf caused his body from the surface of the water, shaking his head and paying for the droplets as he shrugged.

And they're getting closer to Dan-Rutim again.

"You cleansed yourself? You're the smart one, aren't you?"

Fully regained its original whiteness, the wolf broke his leg and laid himself in the sandbox around the corner where Dan-Rutim's sword could not reach him.

Those yellow eyes stare at Dan-Rutim.

Dan-Rutim turned his gaze from that appearance toward Gibba.

A giant Gibba is lying down in the sand.

The contents of his belly seem to have been eaten up until it was almost empty.

Otherwise, however, he has just been bitten through the throat.

"You only eat Giva's guts? Well, there's no way I can eat up a giva bigger than me alone."

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"Soon it will be night. That way Mundt and Geez will come by, and in the morning this giva will only have bones left, too"

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"Before I do, do you mind if I split this meat a little?

The white wolf closed his eyelids quietly with his jaw over his folded forefoot.

Staring at that calm face, okay - and Dan-Rutim comes to a belly.

Until the end, let's stick to what it means to live.

Just losing power, just caricaturally dying, etc. is no match for your temperament or the lesson of a hunter by the woods.

Decide yes, Dan-Rutim twisted his body and stuck his head into the bush behind him.

I don't have the power to stand up, so I crawl into the bush as I drift.

I chose a fallen branch with as little water and threw it out of the bush as possible.

Since only thin branches have fallen, let them snap that the missing portion should weigh on the branch leaves of the bush.

They also threw them all outside the bushes, then squeezed their strength and crawled out into the sandbox.

Collect the branches scattered all over them in one place and breathe much louder.

My leg is scratched and sore.

Somehow, the temperature seems to be dropping.

Along with the blood, has the body heat escaped outside as well?

On his forehead, he was sweating.

(Still, live)

Dan-Rutim clawed at the sandbox and now crawled over Gibba's wreckage.

I pulled out the knife and poked it on Gibba's back leg.

The blade didn't quite go in, so I put the knife's butt on my hips and pressed it in as I weighed in.

That's how I tear my fur and flesh, and I rip my hind legs off my torso.

It was a short but splendid leg, thicker than Dan-Rutim's.

Bring it to your chest and return to its original position.

This was another big job from here.

You have to peel off your fur.

I thought you'd cook every fur, but there's no power left to crawl to the river. It seemed too dangerous to speak without even washing Gibba's fur that he might have walked on poisonous grass and such.

(Even if I do my best along the way, I can't survive if I keep going the right way)

He finally rubs his blushing eyes and puts a blade in Giva's fur, being careful not to damage his fingertips.

The work of peeling, which is usually devoid of any bitterness, was a tremendous burden on Dan-Rutim today.

Still, I managed to peel about half of it, so I scrape the peeled meat as thinly as possible.

This was also very difficult to take care not to touch the meat with dirty fingers.

The shredded meat is stabbed on iron skewers and knives that were hidden in the hunter's clothes and kept on the ground.

Where two iron skewers and three knives were used up, Dan-Rutim put the knife in his sheath.

All you have to do is prepare for the fire.

And out of the hunter's clothes he pulls out the leaves of Lana on fire.

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"Oh, would that be quite a hassle? These are the steps that humans need to take to eat Giva meat. Our stomachs aren't as strong as yours."

When he noticed, the white wolf was staring at Dan-Rutim as he remained in a position with his jaw on his forefoot.

"We're going to light the fire, okay? The beast of the wild is usually supposed to repel fire."

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"Well, would you be all right?"

Dan-Rutim placed Lana's leaves over the branches piled on the ground and quickly rubbed their surface with the tips of the branches.

Instantly, Lana's leaves burn up and transfer fire to the branches on the lower side.

but there are still different raw trees, so when I bump it, it sounds like a bad economy.

"Mm-hmm. That's not a good idea."

Dan-Rutim took off the hunter's clothes and torso.

Tear that torso apart and fall into the fire.

Eventually the flames grew and so it seemed that the fire had finally moved to the fat raw trees as well.

After you see it, move the meat stabbed on the iron skewer or knife by the fire.

The red flame seared Giva's meat and the irresistible smell began to drift.

The molten fat falls into the fire, strengthening the momentum.

I didn't feel as though I was hungry or anything, but all of a sudden, "Gyuru," I bellied.

"Hmm. Looks like my body's finally starting to want to live too"

The red meat burns brown.

I was just smelling that smell and my mouth was filled with saliva.

My stomach is finally beating hard.

"Don't rush. Would you forgive me for eating raw roasted meat and looking into your painful eyes?

Speaking to his stomach, he wraps his hunter's clothes around his complexion.

Night is approaching, and it's getting cold.

And more than that, my body is losing heat.

Dan-Rutim's body was starting to get cold and strong enough that nothing could be done with this flame.

(Still, live)

Catch hot iron skewers while protecting your fingertips with the extra fabric.

Dan-Rutim wiped the flesh of Gibba, which was puffy and greasy, with all his strength.

The power of Gibba, the refinement of the forest, flows into the body.

It was a waking fever and a flavor.

"Uhm, delicious!

Gibba's fat is bright and sweet.

The meat is stiff and the abusive smell falls out of my nose.

But this was the food of the people by the woods.

It was the grace of the forest.

People in town seem to skip it that way, but the delicious food is delicious.

In the Black Forest in the south, the ancestors said they were eating lizards and snake meat.

They were ecstatic when it moved to Morga's woodland, where they could eat Gibba's meat.

That would be so. You can incorporate such tough Giva flesh into yourself. Stinky or stiff, this is the source of power. Karon, Kimus. So I couldn't imagine Dan-Rutim eating such weak meat and doing his job as a hunter, at least.

The first cut of meat instantly disappears into the stomach.

While the fire was not weakened, Dan-Rutim cut more meat, and where it was repeated three times, the fire was exhausted.

The thick gibbon's leg flesh became rough about a quarter of the time.

There were no arias or poitans, but I felt like I could eat more than I normally would.

And - along with gaining a great deal of satisfaction, Dan-Rutim was to be attacked by a fierce drowsiness.

"Hmmm...?

My body leans about and I lay my hands on the ground.

The mind was very satisfied, but the flesh was more critical.

From my head, my blood suddenly draws away.

My vision went dark all at once.

I ate enough, so I should sleep enough next time - my body felt better ordering it that way.

"No, I know. I guess that's the only way to regain my power. But this is the middle of the woods."

The forest is already about to celebrate the night.

If you fall asleep without a solid fire preparation, you will remain breathless. Mundt and Geez are hungry at all times, and besides - this is a lesser known thing, but if you are a hungry Gibba to the extreme, you may eat humans as well. If humans sleep defenselessly in the woods, any of them will feed Dan-Rutim's flesh at night.

"At least, on some tall tree - that way, Gibba or Mundt won't be able to get close"

If Geez is the only opponent, he or she may also take his or her life depending on the area where he or she is stirred. But in a place like this, no.

Dan-Rutim withstood the sense of disillusionment that struck his entire body with his hands on the ground.

If I lost my mind, I was going to lose consciousness in an instant.

The world is shaking.

The sound of the flowing river just drifts away.

The faces of my beloved wife and family passed behind my brain in disorder.

(Forest, give me strength -!)

With the thought of death, I get my upper body up.

Then - in front of me, there was the appearance of a white wolf.

Its mouth peels out its loose-grown fangs.

(What? Were you going to fatten me up and then eat me?

The fangs bit Dan-Rutim's right shoulder.

Through the hunter's clothes, the power is transmitted until its overwhelming.

(Hey, don't -)

I thought so, but my voice doesn't speak, and my body doesn't move.

Dan-Rutim's body was gently swung up into the universe.

Though not even that big as a hunter yet, Dan-Lutim was incredibly powerful.

And...

Dan-Rutim's body fell over something soft.

(Yeah......?

My vision is stained white.

I have warm fur touching my bare chest.

Apparently, Dan-Rutim was being put on the back of a white wolf.

The pressure that was eating into my shoulders has also disappeared at some point.

"What... what are you going to do with me...?

With a faint voice, Dan-Rutim asked.

Really, the world started to shake.

A white wolf started moving with Dan-Rutim on his back.

Reflectively, Dan-Rutim hugs the white wolf's neck.

The white wolf raised his voice for a moment when the condemnation came, but he did not try to stop the walk.

Dan-Rutim's toe spilled on the ground is scratching the sand as it drifts.

(What the hell are you...?

A white wolf jumped at the lid.

Dan-Rutim clings to that body in a madness of death.

I heard the judgment and the tone of the bushes.

Branches blur their backs and limbs.

When I realized that, Dan-Rutim was surrounded by silence.

The sense of time is disappearing. Maybe he had lost some consciousness.

But Dan-Rutim still held the neck of the white wolf tightly in his arms.

The warmth of the wolf is being transmitted to the cold body.

"Is this...?

Dan-Rutim looked up and looked around.

The dark green leaves blocked my vision, and I saw a blue stained sky from that gap.

There, it was on a tree.

of immense trees, between trunks and branches.

Even when it comes to branches, their thickness is thicker than Dan-Rutim's torso. The trunk and the like seemed thick enough for ten humans to hold hands and finally surround themselves.

"What is this place... how did you get me to climb up to a place like this?

I asked, but of course I didn't hear back.

I'm just shaking my head in a loud way.

The white wolf lay loose on the tree with Dan-Rutim on his back.

There was a thick branch growing from the trunk, and it was shaped like a flat indentation, and there seemed to be no risk of falling down.

Dan-Rutim also goes down on its indentation, making sure it slips halfway down.

The branches were out of the way and I didn't know clearly, but they seemed to be on fairly tall trees.

Here, you won't even be attacked by Gibba or Mundt.

"You're stunned... is this how you always fall asleep?

Dan-Rutim asks, keeping his back in the trunk of the great tree.

White wolves don't answer.

"No, but your original habitat should be deep in the mountains of Morga. Are there beasts lurking in the mountains, like madalama serpents and wildlings? Those things are going to crawl up on trees.... and it's more likely that the opponent will flee on the tree in fear of Valve's wolf than"

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"You know the word Morga trifle? The wolf of the Valve is stronger than the wildlings, the wildlings are stronger than the serpent of the Madarama, the serpent of the Madarama is stronger than the wolf of the Valve, this is the trifle of Morga, but... if you were me, you wouldn't seem to lag behind the wildlings or the serpent of the Madarama"

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"Mm-hmm. I guess we should get some rest and regain our strength. But it's cold to freeze because of the loss of blood.... I'm sorry to overlap, but would you mind sharing a little of your warmth now?

Saying, Dan-Rutim crawled over the white wolf.

The white wolf did not try to repel it.

Dan-Rutim leans over his white fur.

A sense of security, as if held by his mother, filled Dan-Rutim's heart.

"Mm... what is this?

Dan-Rutim wanders under the throat of the white wolf as he is again struck by fierce drowsiness.

One could be. Its thick neck was wrapped with intricately braided cranberries.

I didn't realize it at all because it was naughty in fur, but by the way, it is a splendid necklace knitted with even nuts and beautiful stones.

"Hmm... so I guess that means you don't even fear fire or swords unnecessarily...?

As I say, I am swallowed up by the thicket and the sleeper.

That was how the odd day finally came to an end.

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"Twenty-five years have passed since then. I wonder what a wolf in Valve is a species with that long life span?

Staring back at that white majesty, Dan-Rutim asked.

"You look a little smaller than when we met before. Then it would be natural to think of it as that child or something, not that white wolf... but maybe I'm just looking smaller because I'm bigger. What a hard place to tell."

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"But there's only one thing I know. Your eyes have the same light as those you saw 25 years ago. So I'm sure you are the white wolf itself, or the child or something. It shouldn't mean they're completely different blood muscles."

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"Then let me say something."

With that said, Dan-Rutim let him bow his head deeply.

"I was able to live by the mercy of a white wolf then. Without the help of him, I wouldn't have had one now. I am deeply and deeply grateful for that."

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"The next morning, when I woke up, you - or your parents or something had disappeared like an illusion. I couldn't thank you enough. I'm so glad I cleared up that day's carelessness, huh?

Dan-Rutim made me laugh.

The white wolf is quietly blinking her yellow eyes.

"After that, I managed to get back to the settlement while dragging my painful feet. My wife, sister, etc. cried so badly that it was already a lot of noise! No one believed me much when I told you about you, but you're a benefactor to life. On top of that, I'd like to say thank you."

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"Thanks to you, I was able to live a full life. Unfortunately, his wife was to die early, but he was still able to have as many as five children! It was really... really, really happy."

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The white wolf tilts his neck like a pussy.

At that time, the so-called Dim-Rutim raised his voice weakly.

"Parents...... Dan-Rutim...... who the hell are you exchanging words with......?

Dan-Rutim compared that blue face to that of a white wolf.

Then, try to nod slowly.

"Right. It was as if I had given up living. Just because you lived a full raw, of course, doesn't mean you're satisfied with everything. I want to be fuller and satisfied enough to have this body bouncing! … so let us overcome this predicament at all costs"

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"It was not necessary to prepare for the fire. Thanks to you, I was able to remember the right path too. In this case, we should reveal the night on a tall tree."

Speaking that way, Dan-Rutim wandered inside the hunter's clothes.

So let me offer you a chunk of dried meat wrapped in gonumoki leaves.

"I've been carrying extra dried meat since that day! So later, you can survive as long as you ensure a safe bed! Besides, my leg bones just came off this time, so there's no way I'm not going to have to sleep. When the night breaks, you just have to go back to the settlement while the Gibbs are asleep."

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"So let me protect this wounded compatriot overnight.... like you did that night."

Dan-Rutim untied Gonumoki's wrap and threw its contents at the white wolf.

"Eat it. There is still extra dried meat, so no need to hesitate. I don't know if it fits my mouth because it's just salty, but I'm grateful for that night."

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The white wolf stared at Dan-Rutim's face for a while and then twisted the dried meat at his feet.

Dan-Rutim was satisfied and looked down at Dim-Rutim's face.

"Dim-Rutim, it's hard to get back to the settlement by sundown with this body, so I'm going to spend the night in the woods. Do you trust me to keep that life?

"Yes... I believe you, Dan-Rutim..."

"Okay."

Dan-Rutim held the boy's body as slowly as possible.

While the groaning of pain, Dim-Rutim leads to Dan-Rutim's neck.

"You're holding on tight. Let's start by crawling up the cliff."

"Yes......"

Wake up slowly while supporting the boy's body with one arm.

The stiff, right ankle nodded hot.

But if you think about 25 years ago, there's nothing to it.

"Well, then, let's breathe. Looking forward to seeing you somewhere else, White Wolf."

The white wolf still only irrationally glowed yellow eyes.

After laughing at you, Dan-Rutim looks over his head.

There were high cliffs in front of him, and darkness and darkness were beginning to fall all around him, but there was no anxiety in Dan-Rutim's heart.

Live and return to your fellow countrymen.

Everything will be guided by the forest.

Watched by the white wolf, Dan-Rutim took the first step toward a full raw.