Relying on the towering mountains and surrounded by greenery, this small village is quietly blooming with its own vitality.
Like all villages, they rely on mountains to eat mountains and water to drink water. Mountains are a good thing, and the gifts of nature are enough to support the life of a village of three to four hundred people. You can find various edible mushrooms and catch fat beasts.
Of course, winter is harder to endure every year, but smart humans will of course store food for the winter in advance.
In a village that focuses on hunting, the daily life is to go up the mountain at dawn, spend about three or four hours, and spend all the morning hunting. Then go down the mountain with abundant food, and then process the furs and make furs in the afternoon.
bacon.
As a member of Norn Village, Hart naturally follows this routine.
As a male from Norn Village, Hart's profession is of course "Hunter". Although he is only seventeen years old, Hart is already an adult physically. He is a light color between gold and flaxen.
My hair had just been shaved recently, and since I had done it myself with a dagger pointed at the river water, I really couldn’t expect the beauty of this hairstyle, but for a young man from a mountain village, flexibility is the key.
The skin is the same as other people's. It has been traveling to the green mountains all year round and has become strong and rough. Sharp blades of grass cannot damage it. The clothes on the body are thin leather coats treated with animal fur. It not only prevents cold, but also has a certain degree of defense. Of course,
, for this beast in the mountains, this little defense is of no use at all.
Like other hunters, he carried a bow and arrow and a dagger.
However, he is still a little different from others.
"Well... today's harvest is a bit small..."
He looked at the prey in the pit - there were only three rabbits, two were limp and weak, and one was motionless and must have fallen to death.
After accidentally discovering a small hidden spring covered with dead leaves and weeds, Hart set a trap here. Animals cannot be short of water, so they are bound to gather in places with abundant water. However, lake spring water
It also often attracts ferocious beasts, so smart little animals often choose these hidden springs.
Along the rope tied to the tree trunk, he easily went down to the bottom of the trap, picked them up, and put them in the hunting basket.
This is the "difference" just mentioned. Generally, prey are equipped with bows and arrows and javelins, and they carefully sneak through the mountains and forests to hunt prey. However, Hart thinks that this is too time-consuming, and he prefers traps instead of hunting.
Climbing up along the rope, the weight of the boy who was close to the size of an adult was finally revealed. The biceps on his arms bulged hard. He climbed up step by step while climbing up the rope.
"However, we can do business for the time being."
Hart only has himself and his sister at home. With two people, the three rabbits can barely cook. However, he caught a deer yesterday and there is still a lot of bacon left, so Hart is not worried about the problem of storing food. After all, it is already done.
It's March, spring is approaching, and everything is recovering. You don't have to worry about stocking up on food and stuff, at least for the next few months.
Thinking that he only brought back this little prey, his sister would probably smile bitterly, right? But the boy had his own reasons. As long as he thought of this, even his sister's bitter smile could be endured!
Looking at the sun, it must be seven or eight o'clock, and thinking about the reason why spring had just begun and it was difficult to find prey, Hart decisively gave up his plan to continue hunting and quickly ran towards his secret base.
Rather than saying it is a secret base, it is better to say that it is just an open space.
The land is solid and there are sparse trees around. Hunters hate this environment because the small animals don't come. If it's a big animal, it's questionable who is the hunter.
But Hart likes it very much because it is open enough.
Putting the basket containing the rabbit aside, the bow and arrow were also in the way. After everything was done, Hart pulled out a one-handed sword made of wood from the branch nearby. This was Hart's broken sword.
The tree was cut out one by one by myself.
"drink!"
With such an impassioned voice coming out of his mouth, the expression on his face instantly became solemn, and his eyes stared intently in front of him, as if there was an enemy standing here. His strong arms waved greatly in response to the sound, and he raised the wooden sword high, and then weighed heavily
He slashed with his sword.
fencing.
"Ha-drink!-haaah!!"
Hart imitated the knight in the novel, waving his arms widely, turning his body along with the arms, and launched a heavy attack.
If anyone else, especially a sword master, witnessed Hart's behavior, probably...
You'll probably sigh miserably.
Because this boy's swordsmanship is simply a mess.
To put it nicely, it is called swordsmanship, but in fact it is just random swings. If this can also be called swordsmanship, then everyone who can pick up a weapon is a master of swordsmanship.
Not only are his steps sloppy, but his breathing is also unskilled, and his arms are simply swinging the sword, not to mention borrowing force from all parts of the body. It would be better if this momentum does not become an obstacle to the body.
Except for the momentum, the swordsmanship training has no highlights.
This is what Hart has been doing every day for the past three years.
Catch enough prey to make a living, and then practice your sword skills with all your strength.
Even if there is no one to supervise or guide, the young man still insists on practicing every day without slacking off. Only this perseverance is worthy of praise.
"Huh...huh..."
Because there was no correct training method, Hart only swung seventy or eighty times before he started to pant. His body could continue to swing, but his lungs couldn't bear it at first. The burden brought by wrong breathing on it was terrifying.
"Not enough...Today, I must wield at least a hundred swords!...Otherwise...I will...not be qualified to be a knight!"
Knight, the most noble warrior in the eyes of civilians.
Wearing gorgeous armor, holding expensive weapons, riding horses, and accepting the worship of thousands of people. This is the public's impression of knights - of course, knights basically don't look like this, but what does it matter? Ordinary people see it anyway.
Missing the knight.
When you can see the knight, you are either in the town, watching them riding past with great arrogance. Or you are on the battlefield. At this time, you have no time to care about whether the knight's clothes look good or not.
However, as a longing goal, there is no problem at all.
Hart's father was a soldier, and was very lucky. After serving for several years, he was discharged due to a leg injury. Although it sounds very tragic, it is better to have a leg injury than to lose his life, right? What his father brought back was a small amount of copper coins.
, there are also some standard military equipment, and some novels used to pass the time in military life.
Much later - after learning that his father had passed away - Hart learned that these equipment were compulsorily distributed in order to reduce the pay for retired military personnel. They were nominally sold to soldiers. Since they were sold, they would naturally have to spend money before they retired.
In this way, nearly 70% of military pay was deducted.
Among these relics, Hart's favorite ones are the novels. They repeatedly describe how noble knights made achievements, how they fought giant monsters, how they defeated dragons and married princesses. Although they are all the same, in this era of low literacy rates,
In a low-lying mountain village, paper books themselves are a rarity.