Chapter 6 (1/2)

First battle and Marriage

As I train and go hunting everyday, time pa.s.sed just like that.

Gra.s.sland’s Ryun flower is in blooming season so it’s now spring season.

Us Ronga tribe is performing a great movement.

We’re slowly preparing for that.

Battle is an essential part of moving.

The great forces will compete for territory first, then it’s the medium-forces like Ronga tribe’s turn to determine their territory.

The Patriarch isn’t stupid enough to pick a fight with the Great forces.

But, since we kept winning years after years, Ronga tribe is only one step away from becoming a Great force.

We’ll declare our territory as a Great force.

Most Medium-forces have not picked a fight with Ronga and we’re starting territorial quarrel with the other Medium-forces.

But, three years ago Ronga tribe tasted hards.h.i.+p when Nan tribe started complaining about Ronga tribe’s territory.

The person who’s leading Nan tribe right now is the son of the previous Patriarch who died in battle, his father was killed, so naturally he became the next Patriarch.

It won the fight with other tribes in three years and it had taken pride in power before.

I sped up the preparations for my first battle.

My favorite sword, and my favorite bow whose arrows were made by Uruji with obsidian arrowhead

Leather armor, hat made from hide with a bronze plate at the forehead part

On top of the hat was a big pair of wings for decoration.

These wings are made from the wings of the birds I shot down during the Bird Hunt test.

I’ve already shot down many birds. But I decided to use the wings of the biggest golden eagle among those birds.

The number of people who shot down a 5m in width eagle when it spread its wings is very few.

By the way, people who successfully pa.s.sed the Wolf Hunt test are allowed to use 20 eyeteeth to make a tusk necklace and hang it on their neck on the battlefield.

In other words, people who have wings decoration on their head and fangs decoration on their necks are people from Moderate Fighters, who was promoted from Fighters, to Great Warriors.

I had Ichiyu, s.h.i.+rley and Sharon a.s.sist me in putting on the armor.

It’s normally the job of the wives but I have yet to have one.

「How’s it？」

I asked the three of them for impressions of me wearing the armor.

「「「It’s fantastic nii-sama」」」

They said in beautiful harmony.

「Then I’m off。 」

「「「For your fortune of war」」」

I left the house carrying the longbow, Jumel pulled my favorite horse over.

I received the bridle from him and mounted the horse.

Honestly my heart is pounding and the blood in my body seems to boil.

Jumel acted as the packhorse driver and pulled me to the meeting place.

I can feel the wind.

The horse-riding corps lining up looked magnificent

Obudai is also showing nervousness all over his face as he looked around restlessly.

I went straight to where father is.

My brothers and father are smiling while chatting.

As I approached them they immediately recognized me.

「Jumuka、that wing ornament、it looks good on you」

「Thank you very much。 Father」

「It’s your first battle so don’t do the impossible。 Watch your father and brothers’ movement closely is good enough」

「Yes」

At Muruaka-sama’s signal we all lined up at a specific location.

Ronga tribe’ Warriors, Fighters, Battle Slaves advanced to the appointed location.

The location of the gra.s.sland where we fight is mutually determined, our corps would go there, line up on the appointed day and then mutually begin the battle.

If you break that appointment other tribes would crush you altogether.

The gra.s.sland’s wind hit my cheeks.

I’m feeling more tingling than usual.

Nan tribe’s corps are unfolding 200 steps before us.

The battle formation doesn’t change.

The frontline are the Slave Fighters with s.h.i.+elds and clubs.

A considerable distance behind that are the Fighters with longbows

After that are the horse-riding Warriors and their packhorse-driver Fighters

The initiation is the mutual statement of both Patriarch

Then the corps started to slowly advance, at 100 step distance the fighters started to engage with bows.

Fighters’ bows are made so that it can attack at long distance.

Most of the arrows are stopped by Slave Fighters’ great s.h.i.+elds.

But, several fighters died of the arrows that sneaked through the gaps.

Us warriors mounted on the horse while seeing that.

We watched over the progress of the battle outside arrow range.

It’s not like it’s fine even if Warriors don’t engage in that bow battle. It’s just that there is a rule about “it’s meaningless if the Warriors’ arrows can’t reach”.

No, there WAS that rule.

My side is along the favor of the wind.

The statement was given a little while ago The distance towards the opponent Patriarch is 160 steps

String’s stretch, good

The feeling of this arrow, as expected of Uruji.

I set up my bow.

My brothers watched me in bewilderment.

I loaded the arrow with magic.

I can also feel the quality of Uruji’s magical craftsmans.h.i.+p.  (TN: No, you won’t surpa.s.s G.o.dsuya Onii-sama)

It is said that you can’t remove the excitement that ruled your body.

I fired off my arrow.

The rotating arrow instantly soared towards Nan tribe’s Patriarch’s forehead and pierced through as if it was inhaled in.

Nan tribe’s Patriarch crumbled and fell down his horse.

Silence wrapped up the whole field.

The intense arrow battle stopped.

The people on my side didn’t understand where did that arrow come from.

Attention was collected on me by both friends and foes.

I took out another arrow from the quiver.