Chapter 20 (2/2)

In other words, Jumel’s marriage still have ways to go

As the battles ended the Great Movement also came to an end.

Then at the yearly custom farce, a Great Warrior like me can’t ditch.

The Patriarch and the Great Warriors including me gathered, we made a fence that don’t seem to be made from wooden poles.

Then we put sheeps inside.

A boy who became an adult and had his first battle from last summer to this spring came along.

That boy took a sheep out of the fences and turned his back.

A man saw the boy doing that caught him and brought him to us.

「This kid stole my sheep。 Please punish him。 」

The man who caught the boy spoke to the Patriarch.

The Patriarch looked at me and the Great Warriors.

「Now what do you think would make a suitable punishment？」

The Patriarch asked.

「Stealing sheeps is a serious crime、I think Slave drop would be appropriate。 」

Without any serious emotions I said so in a monotone.

This is a standard line for the youngest Great Warrior to say

The other Great Warriors looked at me with scornful eyes but isn’t good enough that I’m not acting

From there another man came.

「Please wait a moment。 This person stole the sheep out of temptation of the mind but he’ll quickly reflect and return it。 I beg for reduction of the punishment。 」

As the man pleaded, chief Muruaka-sama opened his mouth.

「Slave drop is indeed too strict。 Then how about Fighter drop？」

Me and the other Great Warriors nodded at Muruaka-sama’s idea.

「Nmu、 we reached a conclusion、then I’ll announce the punishment。 You over there、you stole a sheep so your Warrior rank is deprived、you’re now a Fighter。 」

The two men and the boy bowed their heads and left.

The boy bowed many times.

There are also Warriors with their character unsuited for battles.

But, Warriors must absolutely fight.

If that’s the case then one should choose Craftsman Fighter when they become a Fighter.

This was a ceremony performed by the boy that I thought it was impossible for him to live as a Warrior on the battle field

They’re fine without fighting, but they’ll become the existence that contributes to the tribe’s production.

I wanna go home and grumble to myself when n.o.body’s around. Honestly I’m ashamed.

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