Seven hunters were silently walking through the dark woods at noon.

They are the hunters of Dom, also known for their bravery by the woods.

However, only four of them wore the skull of Gibba, which bears the testimony of Dom's hunter. The other three are all apprentice hunters.

The facial rash was to the eldest sister of the main house, Rem-Dom, a facial rash named Diga and Dodd, family members without Mr.

(... these guys are starting to look a lot like hunters)

Dick-Dom, the head of the Dom main house leading that group, was so alone inside.

Diga and Dodd began their training as hunters last year in the White Moon - another year and about four months ago. They were supposed to start training as hunters from the Blue Moon, which was originally home to the Parents' Council, but because they fled Dom's house with Zazz-Sung, they were to spend much longer as sinners until they finished interrogating the castle town.

It is assumed that it will take roughly two years for a hunter by the woods to serve one person.

Or it was just that the men started working as apprentice hunters at the age of thirteen, and were allowed to marry at the age of fifteen, by which time most humans were equipped with the power of one person.

Of course, there are no human beings without sufficient strength at the age of fifteen. Such people are not allowed to marry until they have acquired the power of one person.

However, with regard to these two names, the circumstances were different.

Under the abominable code of the Sung family, they found themselves in a lazy life without fulfilling their giva hunting duties.

Thus, even though they were older than the eighteen-year-old Dick-Dom, they were still trained as apprentice hunters.

(When I first went into the woods, etc., I looked blue and trembled like a toddler...... finally, is it taking shape)

The eyes, face and physique are completely different from before. Especially in the midst of thus fulfilling his work as a hunter in the woods, he was starting to have an extraordinary temper.

More importantly, they were the blood of Sung's main house, which had the strongest power by the woods.

I guess that means that the strong blood that flows through it has finally blossomed.

This also seemed possible to demonstrate his power as a hunter without waiting two years.

(Plus... the one from Lem)

Steal a closer look at my sister walking right next door, paying attention to the signs around her.

Lem-Dom also had an unbeatable temper for Diga and Dodd.

Rem-dom is a bunch of women who are finally sixteen years old.

As a woman, she is long, and although her flesh is forged to the extreme, it is still incomparable with that of a man. Dodd and others had smaller fists than Lem-Dom, but the thickness of their bodies had waned by more than one.

But neither is he a smaller and more skinny hunter than Rem-Dom, nor is he in the family of the margin. It is not the size of the body that matters to the hunter, but the mind that deals with it.

If your body is small, there is a small way to make use of it. From what I've heard, instead of having a small body, Sudra's hunters and others are surprisingly skillful in bow moves and handsome. I wonder how impressive that is because the hunters of our compatriots Gene in the northern settlements are.

Likewise, Lem-Dom was good at bowing, and was the lightest of Dom's hunters.

Try wood-climbing battles and such, but no one can beat Lem-Dom. And Lem-Dom was also good at comparing the power of bar pulling. Even if they are inferior in arm strength, they are skillful at reading the signs of their opponents and behind them. Except for the one thing, being a bunch of women, I had to admit that Lem-Dom was equipped with something called definite qualities.

And Lem-Dom is also skillful at handling hounds.

He has excellent judgment on how to move a hound so he can hunt down Gibba. In addition, the Dom hounds were most nostalgic for Lem-Dom and seemed to fit their minds together.

(Well, Lem has the same blood as me.... If this guy was a man, I'd be proud of him without worries)

When Dick-Dom thought of it that way, Lem-Dom threw it sideways.

"What? Looks like you're looking at my face. Is there something I can do for you?

"... don't disturb the concentration. There are no hounds today."

In Dom, he always did his job in a second-hand division, and the hounds were prescribed for each to use for a day's placement. Today, the group led by the head of the division was better off using hounds.

There are three hunters and three apprentice hunters as well, who do their job. In the past year or so, three young people turned thirteen, so their training began.

Altogether, there will be seven hunters and six apprentice hunters in Dom. In the last few years, there have never been more apprentice hunters.

Taking care of six apprentices with seven hunters is a rather difficult story.

But if we survive this predicament, the Dom family will get as many as thirteen hunters. This was supposed to be a major turning point for Dom's house, which was following the path of twitching and decline.

(Without compromising one hunter, we raise six apprentice hunters in one serving. That way Dom might be able to regain his former power too)

When Dick-Dom thought that way, a hunter who was walking in the lead stopped his leg.

At the same time, the other six lay down and concentrate their nerves as much as possible. From the diagonal front to the right, signs of disturbance seemed to be approaching.

The fact that Gibba realizes the human proximity and advances rather than flees is a sign that he is losing me to hunger.

When Dick-Dom silently sent the signal, Lem-Dom, Dodd and the young hunter of the branch each began to climb another tree.

The remaining four pluck their swords as they lurk behind the trees. By then, the signs of Gibba kicking all things and flesh-compelling them here were felt different.

The tone of the arrows cutting the wind sounds all the time, and the roar of Giva overlaps it.

From the top of the tree, three people unleashed arrows. It's hard to tailor a giva with arrows alone, but this should have put some of it in pain.

And - there now, the tone of the grass whistle echoes.

Be alert to the east, that's a sign.

The sign of Gibba, which was no longer near the tip of his nose, was from the north.

That means the second Gibba is coming this way.

Dick-Dom just sent instructions and decided that he and Digga would intercept Gibba in the east.

Digga turns back east, burning her blue eyes to pieces, and even if she were to deal with two gibberishes at the same time, there seems to be nothing to be cowering about.

The tone of the arrows cutting the wind sounds again and again.

Eventually, on the spot, Giva arrived from the north.

Two hunters are slashed from left to right by Gibba. It is a pretty big giva. Gibba, with her torso across her encounter head, jumped into the transverse bushes as she growled like a grunt.

The two hunters follow Giva silently.

Thus, when the signs of Gibba from the east finally approached - again, the tone of the grass whistle sounded.

Be wary of the east, just as it was earlier.

I mean - there's another giva looming from here.

Only for a moment did Digga look back on Dick-Dom.

"Don't be dramatic," Digga responded with her eyes, as if she had hoisted the edge of her lips.

I suppose you're pushing your inner fear so hard to kill it. As an apprentice hunter, he was excellent.

The next moment, Gibba pops out of the east bush.

This one's pretty big, too. There are many freshly poked arrows on my back, but it doesn't look like I've lost any power at all.

First, Diga slashed off its right forefoot.

On Diga's arm, Giva's own thrusting force is superimposed, and her severed right foreleg bounces into the air.

Gibba, who lost her right foreleg, slammed deeper into Dick-Dom, breaking the equilibrium.

Dick-Dom dodges to his left side and waves a knife down his neck muscle.

The definite feeling of a broken neck bone came through to Dick-Dom's palm.

Gibba crashes straight into the trees and stops moving.

But I have to get distracted.

Diga was also leaning perfectly against the trunk of the tree in preparation for the second giva.

Thus, when Dick-Dom also covered his sword - three times, the whistle sounded.

Note the western direction,.

At the same time, one hunter jumped from overhead.

"Parents! The first Giva to escape is approaching from the west! Leave this one to me and Digga!

It was Dodd.

Two hunters will be enough to unleash an arrow on a tree. As a hunter, it's an accurate decision.

Dick-Dom said, "Whoa! Just answer," and turn back to the west.

It's an outfit to keep your back in Digga and Dodd, but it would be trustworthy if it were them right now. Dick-Dom concentrated on Giva from the west.

"Parents! More to the right!" Lem-Dom's voice echoes from overhead.

Shortly after thinking about what, Dick-Dom moved to the right.

At the next moment, a giva emerges from beyond the bush.

Had it not been for Rem-Dom's advice, he would have taken that progression straight from the front.

Dick-Dom waved his knife down to Gibba's neck trying to pass too far in front of him.

but - only slightly, missed the sight.

No, Gibba twisted the giant with incredible momentum and missed Dick-Dom's sight.

As a result, Dick-Dom's sword was tapping Gibba's forehead horn.

Of course, a steel knife won't beat the horns of Giva. But the next thing waiting was Giva's skull.

Gibba's skull is as hard as a rock. To smash it, you need to aim for the exact area, at the exact angle. But Dick-Dom's sword, which he waved down with the intention of breaking his neck, did not meet those conditions at all.

(If so -!)

Deciding in an instant, Dick-Dom squeezed further power and swung down the knife.

A torn corner crashes into Giva's brain weather in a slightly tilted outfit.

Dick-Dom's knife was broken from the root.

However, Giva's skull was also crushed to pieces.

Gibba falls to the ground with blood and brains scattered from her ears and mouth.

Sparing time to see it through, Dick-Dom looked back behind him.

Diga and Dodd are on their knees on the ground, respectively.

Standing in the middle of it was the most gibberish ever.

The head would have even been about the height of Dick-Dom's chest.

The weight is likely to be three times that of Dick-Dom.

Gibba, so huge, was not seen that way in Dom's hunting grounds either.

(How about...!

Gibba turns back to Digga.

Diga stood up without cowardice, but too close. If you take a giva rampage straight from the front, you won't be able to fathom it without a diga.

Dick-Dom struck down the useless knife and rushed from side to side to Gibba as he raised his anger.

If Gibba turns this way, Digga and Dodd should be able to shoot the knife in from left to right.

But Gibba, ignoring Dick-Dom, kicked the ground.

Dodd is rolling out a knife from behind, but that won't make it.

Never mind, Dick-Dom shook up his right fist.

With all his strength, he punches Gibba in the face from the side.

My fist bones smudged.

However, Giva's advance lost momentum slightly.

Diga's knife pierces Giva's throat.

Dodd's knife crept around Gibba's waist.

And - Lem-Dom, flying from overhead, stuck a knife to Gibba's back.

Gibba growls tremendously and gets up with two legs.

With that momentum, each of the four, including Dick-Dom, was to be blown away.

There, two hunters rushing from the west side slap a knife into the belly of a stripped giva.

And the last one who was on the tree also jumped and slashed Giva's neck.

Gibba's giant is overthrown, and the three hunters wave down their swords even further.

On the spot where the blood odor gets thicker, Lem-Dom, who wakes up a little, gets a voice saying, "Oh."

"I thought today would be my day... I'm sorry to hear about you guys."

"Well, you can talk about that later!

Digga, who was stunned, rushed over to Dick-Dom.

"Shh, I'm sorry, parent. I'm just impudent..."

"What are you talking about? You did your job. Even if another hunter were in the same position as you, he couldn't have worked more than you."

Digga was staring back at Dick-Dom, eating up his teeth all over the place.

I'm sure he's tearing hard. This Digga is so tearful.

"Well, if you suddenly got stuck in as many as three gibberishes, you'll do great. I don't think one of them had a hand wound."

Saying it that way, Lem-Dom comes close, too.

Those black eyes have been staring at Dick-Dom.

"Just wondering if you're safe, Parent? Isn't it too unscrupulous to punch Giva in the face harder than a rock?

"Mm-hmm. There was no respite to pull out the dagger, and the dagger didn't seem to stop Giva from gaining momentum."

Dick-Dom looked down at his right fist.

Perhaps the bones aren't broken. But the fist-headed part lit with a heat like fire, just moving my fingers, scratching and hurting.

But if these seven hadn't been there, it would have been difficult to pin down as many as three givahs. Maybe one of them was supposed to give his soul back.

With that in mind, it was a sufficiently satisfactory result.

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"Really, I was fortunate not to be in danger..."

It is that night.

It was Morn-Rutim for the guests who said so while making dinner arrangements.

Morn-Rutim lives in a branch house, but only eats at the main house for dinner.

Moreover, Diga and Dodd are moving houses that sleep every day in order to deepen ties with everyone in the Dom family. Dinner was ready until their minute because it was just a day out in the main house.

"Well, it was a very dangerous place. Anyway, the parents are like this."

"Right," Morn-Rutim smiled cuttingly as Rem-dom responded shrugging his shoulders.

"But will it get better in a few days? I want to thank Mother Forest for Dick-Dom's safe return."

Dick-Dom's right hand was tightly bandaged. I was still hurting my finger muscles, so I was supposed to treat them properly.

I have applied the medicine I bought in Accommodation Town and have multiple bandages wrapped around my fingers and wrists to keep them from moving. Still, over time, there was a painful blunt pain from the wrist ahead.

"If I had been properly tailored, my parents wouldn't have had a hand injury either... I'm really sorry I can't look at you..."

And, Diga and others are making me weep. Leaving the hunting ground, he could no longer contain his weak parts.

"How many times do I have to tell you it's not your fault? If I may say so, this is the result of my untimely actions."

"Or the parents don't offend anything, do they? You didn't even have a knife to help me..."

"So losing the knife is the great untimeness. When Giva twisted her body over there, I couldn't predict. My prospects were sweet."

"Hmm. Then the guys at the branch who missed one giva on the two sides would be more responsible?

Laughing slightly, Rem-dom says.

"Whatever it is, you're the parent who ended the first two heads. If that's what happened to our parents, it must mean that we all did."

"Mm-hmm. So I don't think anyone's had a bad ending. Instead, it was all because of our strength that we were able to hold those Gibbs back."

"That's right," Dodd also raised his voice to Hikame.

"You managed to stop us, so you could protect the parents' backs, right? If we'd screwed up on that spot, the parents wouldn't be waving their fists up, they'd be trampled off their backs."

"Yes, but..."

"Yeah, I know. That Gibba just happened to be after Digga. If I were in Digga's shoes, I'd be in the same position."

That's what I said, and Dodd smiled so hard.

"But only a hunter with as much power as a parent can defeat such a stupid giant giva directly from the front. It's only natural that we don't have that kind of power right now, so we just had to mourn it, right? The only way for us to reward our parents is to become good hunters."

"Oh... oh, right..." Digga rinsed her nose like a child.

Morn-Rutim smiles softly as he places a dish of cooking wood before it.

"Please cheer up, Digga. If you had a bad ending, Dick-Dom would have scolded it. If you have not been scolded, it is a testament that you have had no end."

"Yes, yes. There's no reason for parents to have feelings for you. Only when you're scolded."

Laughing sarcastically, Rem-dom sat back on the spot.

"Are you ready now? I can't wait to eat anymore, so let's start dinner."

"Right," Dick-Dom said, correcting his residence.

"Let's start dinner, then.... thankful for the grace of the woods, give thanks to the Morn-Rutim and Dom ladies who set the fire and get life tonight"

In Dom's settlement these days, under Morn-Rutim's grasp, all Kamadoku numbers gather in the same place to serve dinner for the entire family. Therefore, the same wording should have been uttered in every house.

And the supper thus made is indeed an excellent feast. Even today, there were numerous dishes lined up there.

"This is a dish made with miso. It looks delicious to see."

When Lem-Dom raised his voice, Morn-Rutim smiled and said yes.

"This dish, called Gibba's Cake, has been served for a long time, will be tailored with a miso. Finally, it didn't finish satisfactorily."

"What's this? Is that Giva's tongue?

"Ah, yes. You rubbed salt, seal fruit juice, kel roots, etc. into Giva's tongue and cooked it into a kiln. I think it's surprisingly refreshing and easy to eat"

"How dare you come up with a new dish next time? I'm gonna admire you from the bottom of my heart."

Since I said it that way, Lem-Dom has been watching Dick-Dom in the stream.

"By the way, isn't it hard for you to say dinner with that hand? Why don't you ask Morn-Rutim to help?

"Don't be stupid. I'm not a child."

Hiding his inner shame, Dick-Dom grabbed the wooden spoon with his left hand.

Morn-Rutim is smiling, dyeing his cheeks a lot. When I saw that look on my face, my chest went all the way to Dick-Dom.

Morn-Rutim is an unbeatable bunch of women. The temper is gentle, the metric is wide and has a strong core within. With a very soft temper, he was present at the example of the woodland ladies, who could scold their opponents firmly when needed, clean and resolute.

The age should be sixteen as well as Lem-Dom, but he has a brightness that doesn't suit his youth. Is this Rutim's blood muscle? Her brother, Tatsuran-Rutim, tells the story of Chief Graf-Zaza being so wise as to secretly impress him.

But while Gazran-Rutim is deposited, she is extremely lucid. Maybe this is his father's blood muscle. Her father, Dan-Rutim, was a little bit extravagant and innocent.

And although she was rumored to be secretly bitter that her appearance resembled that of her father - Dick-Dom never thought of it that way.

Certainly unusual as a young lady by the woods, she is in a much fuzzier shape. But what I think resembles a father would be about shadow shape at best. Against Dan-Rutim, a mass of muscles, she had a soft, feminine physical appearance, reminiscent of a toddler who was not even old.

Whatever it was, she was an attractive bunch of women.

Both its appearance and its interior, Dick-Dom feels wholeheartedly preferred. It is enough to wonder why such a fascinating crowd was to be concerned with a man as unfathomable as himself.

Dick-Dom is still unable to respond to her thoughts like that.

At the Parents' Conference, a wedding that is not connected to the parent muscles or other blood clans is also an accepted outfit - but Dick-Dom still couldn't make a decision.

It is your position that is shackled.

Dick-Dom is the head of the Dom family.

Moreover, the family is left with only Rem-Dom, even though she wants to live as a hunter, etc. If Lem-Dom hadn't married his partner, Dick-Dom's responsibilities would have been so heavy.

Of course, if the blood in Dom's main house crumbles, then the next bloody branch will just be the new main house.

But still, it wasn't a good reason for Dick-Dom to take the position of head of the main house.

Leave this bloodstream inherited from my father and mother for future generations as head of the main family. That was supposed to be Dick-Dom's mission.

There, can it really be said that welcoming Morn-Rutim as a companion without blood clan is the right thing to do - it was one of those things that bothered Dick-Dom.

The Dom family is originally a clan that has shown strong strength since ancient times.

He moved into the forest of Morga and sifted his strength with the Sung family of his parent muscles, even after the fall of the chieftaincy muscle Gaze family. At the time, there were more families than Luu than Zaza, and Sung's next most powerful family was supposed to be.

But in the last few decades, Dom's house has declined.

Zaza steadily gained strength and finally had more family than Gene, and now she has fewer family members than Gene.

Dom's house was known for its bravery. Perhaps there were many human beings whose bravery also led to recklessness and decay into the woods young.

Whatever it is, Dom's house has declined. Even when the Sung family died and talked about new parental muscles from their families, they had to give the seat to Zaza. There were fewer families than Zaza and Gene, and at the time there was no way that 17-year-old Dick-Dom could take the seat of the chieftaincy muscle in Dom's house, where he was the head of the main family.

Of course, I'm not complaining about the Zaza family becoming a parent muscle, and I sincerely love Graf-Zaza.

But after all, I couldn't help but mourn the fact that the Dom family was in decline.

I don't want to replace Zaza or Luu.

I just want to be strong, like them.

I want to live proudly as a forest people, as a Dom family person. The only thing swirling in Dick-Dom's chest was such a painful wish.

"Um... are you okay, Dick-Dom?

and, from the opposite side of Lem-Dom, Morn-Rutim calls.

Those brown eyes were lit with a very worrying light.

"Does the wound hurt? Or... wouldn't the food have been right for your mouth?

"That's not true. I was just... I was just thinking."

"Oh, I can't believe you're thinking more about an important supper than a woodland lesson, huh? Dinner is the sacred act of obtaining life that day?

Rem-dom's voice, containing a pranky laugh, is heard from the other side.

Dick-dom turned to Morn-Rutim after he found you.

"Sure, I may have been rude, but I don't have to worry about it because it doesn't hurt or complain about the food"

"Really? Good for you."

Breathing relieved, Morn-Rutim lifted one of the wood dishes.

"If you don't mind, eat this one too. Gibba's organ is simmered with tarapa and vanilla to serve as a juice dish."

"Um," he nodded, Dick-Dom trying to take it.

but he has a bandage wrapped around his right hand and a key in his left hand. I can't accept it if I have to put the spoon down, but I can't soak up the ingredients without the spoon.

Worried about what was going on, Morn-Rutim smiled, blushing slightly.

"If you don't mind, this is how I carry your plate. Eat with a spoon."

"No, but it's..."

"That's good. Or a parent holding a plate and having Morn-Rutim scratch it with a spoon?

It is, of course, Lem-Dom who has spoken.

While hiding his inner agitation, Dick-Dom made him look at you again.

"It would be inappropriate to leave such a troublesome task to Morn-Rutim, who is to be served"

"Oh? Are you going to let other people take that role? I wonder if a job like that would be more deserving of a kama number than a hunter."

Dick-Dom lost his word and saw Digga and Dodd better.

Both names shrug their necks and rinse their own juice dishes.

"If it was a parental order, I'd obey everything, but come on..."

"Yeah, but all this makes Rem-dom seem right."

Dick-Dom turned to Morn-Rutim, sighing.

Morn-Rutim keeps the same smile on his face and offers him a "go ahead" wood plate.

As long as it clouds that smile, Dick-Dom should be ashamed.

Dick-Dom was to lift the spoon as he felt the old wound running all over his face hurt hot.