Chapter 0 Shaar Thunder (1/2)

Chapter 0Shaar Thunder

Translator: Tchu

Editor: Scar

It could be said that Shaar Thunder was literally a “hillbilly”.

He was called “hillbilly” because he was born in the wildness. More precisely, he was an ignorant country bumpkin born in the mountain.

For example, he hated having meals without some meat. His most profound talents were cutting firewood and hunting. Until he was 16 years old, he thought that the prettiest woman in the world was Aunty Sofia. She had a waist as thick as a barrel, was mother of two and sold vegetable in town.

His name was Shaar Thunder.

His name seemed to have a somewhat mysterious Oriental origin. In fact, when Shaar Thunder was three years old, he did not have a name yet. One day, his drunkard old man used his brain for once and finally remembered that it was a father’s responsibility to come up with a name. He looked at the sky and saw that it was thundering on that summer day. That’s how Shaar Thunder got his name……

Thus you can image how irresponsible his old man was. It was lucky that it was thundering. Imagine if it was a sandstorm or a blizzard……Perhaps he would be now called Shaar Sandstorm or Blizzard. With this kind of name he would have to crawl into a cave and live in shame for the rest of his life.

Shaar Thunder’s vulgar taste was constantly reflected by his actions. He preferred buying cloth over silk because it was more durable – of course, a very important reason for his choice was that Shaar Thunder was as poor as a beggar and could never afford silk. His mindset was if you could not afford to eat grapes, then it was too sour for you anyway.

TL: Basically saying that he found excuses for everything.

The most important reason why he was so poor was that the majority of his income came from hunting. Some of it was used for food, but most of it was used to trade against liquor for his old man. – This old man was Shaar Thunder’s father. When he was about eight years old, Shaar Thunder found out that this old man was not his biological father. Even though an eight-year -old was not very intelligent, he at least had some common sense. In other words, he knew that it was absolutely impossible for an old man with blue eyes to give birth to a son with black eyes.

Therefore, when he was eight years old, he refused to call this old man “father” ever again.

When asked about Shaar Thunder’s birth, the old man was never specific. In his own words: “Many years ago, there was a month plagued by dark and stormy nights. I sat at a campfire roasting a delicious pheasant. For a short moment I turned my back and walked to a big tree to pee and when I came back I saw a boy lying next to my campfire chewing on the roasted chicken leg with only half of it remaining. When I saw such a small boy hugging and eating half of a chicken leg, do you know what the first thing that came to my mind was?”

Every time the old man arrived at this point in the story, he would shake his head and gave Shaar Thunder a gloomy look: “What I thought was ……This small boy could eat so much while he was so small and when he grew up he would certainly eat this old man poor!”

When mentioning about the old man who was an old drunkard, it must be mentioned that Shaar Thunder was also an alcoholic. The reason for this occurrence was when Shaar Thunder was still young and crying loudly from hunger and the shameless old man was too lazy to hunt, he would take out some liquor and feed it to the kid instead of food. Even before it was time for this kid to stop drinking milk, this old drunkard started to develop him into an alcoholic. His weird upbringing increased the alcohol tolerance of this kid to a frightening level. At the age of 13, the old man could already not keep up with him anymore. Two years ago, because this poor household could not support two massive drunkards at the same time, the old man shamelessly prohibit Shaar Thunder to drink alcohol.

It had to be mentioned again that one of Shaar Thunder’s proudest skills was cutting firewood.

But this was also an important reason why he hated his old man.

The reason being, the old man kept bragging that he was a one of the strongest on the continent and a famous sword master. However Shaar Thunder never saw his old man ever using a sword before. In matter of fact, his household did not even have a sword. The closest thing that resembled to a sword in his household was a charred black pitchfork.