Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

The night I fought goblins in the East Forest. I went to talk to my grandfather in order to gain covert and sign detection skills.

I'll tell you what I felt after today's battle.

"I also felt in the battle of Goblin that it is very important to detect the signs of the enemy early. And you won't be able to detect any more of these signs..."

My grandfather is listening to me in silence and I'm going to get down to business.

"... I will also continue my sword training, but I also want to develop the skills of scouts, scouts, such as sign detection. I felt the best way to do that was to follow the hunter into the woods. I need your permission to do that first."

My grandfather put aside a few moments,

"Non has thought the same thing about that. In Noh's case, I noticed the battle just before I became a knight. At that time, if we could detect the signs of the enemy, we could reduce the damage to our allies. Many times I thought so... Fortunately, there was Hector under Noh's command, but he still made me struggle when I fought a unit specializing in assassinations... good. Do as you wish."

Forgive me. I exhale.

"I don't know who I'm good at in this village. I'd like to hear from your uncle."

"You must be Guy. But Guy has to work for the village. It is best to act with the hunters, but it is also possible to stand in their way..."

"Rob said it would be helpful if a healer accompanied me, but you might think it would be troublesome if I had something..."

I wanted to act with the hunters, but I was afraid they would take my lord's son to the woods and say it would be hard if he was even injured.

"Mm-hmm. Let's talk about that from Non and Matt. It doesn't matter if you get hurt or abandon them, if Matt, the lord and father, says, they'll be easy to take you too."

The next day, three of the hunters, Rob, Joan and Ted, are called to the mansion and my grandfather and father ask me to plant them as hunters. Of course, you're conditioned to waive me no matter what.

Rob, the leader, was looking at my magical arm and agreed with my companion. Young Joan and Ted didn't seem to think I was useful at the age of eight, and had a negative attitude toward the troublesome existence of what they called the Lord's Son. But at the end of the day, I reluctantly agreed that Rob would be responsible.

Rob's story was that his son Davi was starting his training.

Davi is eight the same age as me. They've been in the woods since this spring, and these days they've been tailoring birds and stuff.

I bowed my head to the three of them, "Say hello," and I'm going into the woods in earnest from the next July 9th. But in Joan's opinion that my power was anxiety, with four people, including Rob's son Davi, I'm going into the West Forest now.

A non-Rob hunter, but Joan is a slightly skinny man and turns twenty-seven this year. She got married five years ago and has a three-year-old daughter. Rob told me he was going to use a bow as strong as Hector's, and I wondered where that power was.

The youngest Ted is handsome, the second piece of brown hair he has cut short. But when I talk, I can't stop talking, and the two of them tell me that it looks like a talking bird (a rabbit).

After that, I started to think of Ted as the "unfortunate second handsome guy."

And finally, Rob's son Davi, but he's bigger than his father and taller than me by more than 10 cm. If you look at it, you're a boy who's going to believe you even when you say he's ten.

You hear I'm the son of a lord, and you look hostile. He seems to think the Lord's Son is annoying his own fathers with all his words.

By the way, there are these three other hunters in this village, but these three will be the only ones who live almost exclusively as hunters. I used to be a little bit more, but now to the extent that there are hunters trapping between farm tasks, there are no other than three who are using bows to hunt in earnest.

The reason for this is that livestock production originally flourished in this village, with a large supply of meat. Plus, the agricultural reforms I started have increased incomes from the fields, which is why many people are reluctant to go into dangerous forests.

Furthermore, the eradication of wolves and other vicious beasts is the job of vigilantes, and sometimes there is not much need to specialize in hunting.

That being said, sometimes you want something that tastes different, and sometimes you want fur, etc. There is also a demand for hunters in this small village, and their work will not be lost. Besides, we've been buying up wild birds a lot since I got my memories back from my last life. They say wild birds who wholesale to the mansion are making a lot of money for them.

These are the three of them, but while they are called hunters, they are treated like the men of our squire, the former adventurer Guy. Because these three are the only ones who can keep up with Guy, other than Hector, including demonic sightings and tracking.

I follow them without a bow.

The three wore long bows about their height on their shoulders, a shorter sword on their hips, a skinned helmet, jacket, trousers, and boots, and a hunter.

Davi makes the same appearance, but is the long bow "Longbow" still unavailable, he has about a hundred and twenty cm short bow "Short Bow" in his hand?

Davi hates me for not having a bow, "How do you hunt without a bow," but I ignore it without saying anything.

Into the west woods, their atmosphere sharpens at once. Keep your posture low and continue through the woods, choosing the route so you don't make as much noise as you can.

I try to imitate it, too, but when I look around, I step on a branch of a tree at my feet, and I make the sound of bakih. If you care about your feet all the time, you won't be able to see around you this time.

(That's harder than I thought. There must be some trick. The way you walk, the way you dress, the way you feed your gaze, whatever, I'm gonna absorb you...)

It will be lunch time in about two hours because the departure was around 10 a.m. As we were suddenly set to leave today, there is only bread, dried meat and water, not a genuine lunch box.

Taking a simple meal, he goes into the woods with little rest. After about another hour, I finally figured out how to send my gaze, how to walk, etc. To some extent, they seem to be walking at strides that keep them looking ahead and selecting a route, avoiding likely branches and trees well.

(Every grass is fine to step on, and I avoid places under the trees where branches are likely to fall well. What do you seem to care about choosing the route, you're thinking quite a bit...)

And I was also concerned about the hand signs that I occasionally show.

The “stop” sign that opens your hand flat and stretches out to the side somehow makes sense, but the sign that uses your finger hardly makes sense.

I have no choice but to move around, but I'm really late for a beat.

(You should ask him some questions. Let's hear it when we get home)

I heard a slight 2pm bell from the village.

I'm pretty tired because I just take a break at dinner and keep walking.

I know perfectly well that Hector and Guy took care of me and put in a lot of rest.

(And Davi is awesome. I didn't know you could keep walking at this pace. I ask him about three months into the woods, but he's only about two months ahead of me. Looks like I was being cared for after all)

Then about an hour later, my fatigue was at its peak.

(That's tough. But if I make a weak noise here, I'll be involved after tomorrow. I want to get the hunters' skills at all costs...)

By around 4pm, I wasn't sure where I was walking.

He stopped several times along the way, releasing arrows, but so far he hadn't taken a single prey.

(That's why I'm here. I make the noise, so the prey escapes. Can you deal with them from tomorrow, or it's getting subtle...)

Then I went out of the woods into the streets.

Apparently, he was wandering along the West Forest Road.

Rob called me out of the blue.

"Sorry I tried"

That's what I've said, I've broken my big body, and I've bowed my head deeply.

I didn't know what I was talking about, but I understood the meaning of today's action with the following words:

"Zacharias Fong let me see how long I could walk in the woods. Both Joan and Ted said they'd be in trouble if they got butted on the way. I said I'm fine, but I can't believe it..."

"Keep your head up. It's natural for Joan and Ted to worry. You mean we have to walk at least as much as Davi, right?

Joan and Ted are bowing their heads to me with a face that looks like a bum.

I wave at Davi like I don't mind.

"And Davi is amazing. We can keep up with adult hunters. I have to work harder, too."

That's what I said, tapping Davi's shoulder lightly.

He's surprised at what I've done.

"That's not true. I'm done with it, too. Zacharias, you're more amazing. Because I thought you were complaining..."

In fact, Davi seemed exhausted, too. But he didn't show it to his face in any way with his will against me.

(You hate losing a lot. Not that good for hunters)

"You can have Zach about me. Zacharias, you're hard to call me, aren't you?

In one word, their faces make me smile. I guess they were also quite nervous because of the Lord's son's opponent. Seems a little relieved that I took a Frank attitude.

I don't know if it was because of that, but on the way home, it felt like I hit it in the woods and unraveled it.

On the way home I went back to the village soothingly asking questions about hand signs and asking tips on how to walk.

The next day, after my morning training, I headed over to Rob's house.

Mel and Dan are screaming “I'm coming with you” as usual, but I can't give this all away. It's bad for both of us, but other than me, we're gonna be really hooked up, so we're gonna get annoyed by Robs. Maybe I can annoy you, but I can make it up to you with my healer abilities.

Robs, the hunter's house is near Black Pond "Black Ruff" in South Hill.

Because it's convenient for targeting winter migratory birds. Yes.

Rendezvous with the four of us at his house. Hit me differently than yesterday, and both Joan and Ted smile at me. Davi's expression is still stiff, but I don't really care because it would take him a while to sort out his own mind at his age.

"We're headed to the South Forest today. There are few demons in the South Forest, but sometimes there are bears..."

I told Rob I didn't need a respectful speech because it made it difficult for him to use it.

"Thanks. Master Zach, let me talk to you normally. There are bears in the South Forest. Precisely like a gray bear, but still, our bow is fine..."

His story was that the south woods are full of pigs, deer, rabbits, etc., but bears can get in and need attention. They say it's pretty hard to knock down a bear with just a bow, they keep it away from finding it and just contact the vigilante.

(Even Tsukinowagma seems harsh when it's a bow. Bear shooting bullets were pretty heavy lead, and I guess a bigger gray bear wouldn't be able to do it without setting a trap or something)

My uncle had a hunter like Matagi who specializes in pigs and bears. He had three ferocious Akita dogs that I would never miss, and he was a half-farmer and half-hounter who went into the mountains every day since late autumn. I have seen a bear tailored by that uncle, but he was a small individual for a little over a metre, but I remember the feeling of fur gobbling well.

The five of us boat across the Black Pond and into the South Forest.

The vegetation is not very different from the east and west forests, but I feel the trees are slightly smaller. There were also many fallen trees and the underlying grass was quite depressing.

I heard later that there was a massive forest fire about a hundred years ago now, when the village of Rasmore was formed. At that time, most of the trees burn and there are no trees older than a hundred years old.

Fortunately, the fact that there was a Woodford River and a Black Pond and a Black River and that the wind direction was a northerly stopover prevented them from flying into the village of Rasmore.

Walk slowly through its depressed woods.

Occasionally, rabbits and pigeons appeared, but had been escaped several times.

I don't force it like I did yesterday, and after about two hours I get into a small pause.

I can't take the prey, but the wild fruits - such as plum-like fruit and sacrambo - are quite taken. When I asked him what he was going to do, he said he was going to sell it to Scott's distillery.

(Rob and the others took the ingredients for the fruit liquor. Sure, if it's this rich forest, you won't have any trouble with the ingredients... there are quite a few cherry trees. This can be used for smoking......)

As soon as he walks out again, he stops at Rob's signal.

In his hand sign, he said there was a jade or mountain bird in the front.

We crouch quietly on the spot. Then, in that state for a minute or two, he erases the signs and slowly prepares the bow.

I don't move on the spot as I follow their movements with my eyes. Just so I don't move and get in their way.

Rob breaks into the grass with little noise. Do you have a knack, the grass is barely moving. Soon his figure disappears and the time stops for about a minute.

All I can hear around is the sound of a semi and the wind shaking grass. I can't feel at all that there are four hunters within ten meters.

The silence is broken by the sound of Rob's rising gusari.

The sound emitted by the arrow called Shh and the tall squeal called Kane echoes in the woods. Soon I heard a bird called Bassava, and I heard Rob and his sharp voice.

Rob came back to me with a beautiful feather.

"It's a fine violin. That's for the mansion," he smiles at me.

Then I finish two rabbits and one pheasant, and go into a break.

During the break, I'll ask Rob how to erase the signs,

"Move slowly so you don't knock down the grass. And then I take my eyes off my prey..."

Because I don't understand hearing his explanation.

"Prey is fine with trinkets. If you find anything, can you let me do it? So I want you to tell me what's wrong."

"Okay. Things are going well today. Yeah, if you do it as many times as you want."

After the break, we go further into the back of the woods.

In about twenty minutes, I found a bird like Quail looking for food on the ground, and Rob sent me a signal that he could go.

I nod small, approaching a quail about thirty meters away.

Scratching the grass sounds like a grass called Gassa rubbing in my ear. I'm more surprised by the sound of it, and I accidentally stop moving. When I look at the quail, I haven't noticed it yet, and it goes even lower. A little closer, the quail lifted his neck and began to be vigilant.

(More than the sound of grass, do you feel the sound coming from the ground? Or is there no sound scratching this grass? Let's just get closer to where we can get close)

I thought I could get away with this quail. I was trying to keep the attack as low as possible to see how close I could get.

Carefully spend about five minutes approaching within ten meters. Still, the quail hasn't noticed me, but he seems to be feeling the anomaly, stopping the search for food, and looking around.

(You're feeling signs. Maybe he's setting a course for escape. Around...)

I quietly chant the “Swallow Winged Blade” spell and quietly release it the moment the quail turns his face to the other side of me.

The swordfish slips quietly through the grass.

The quail had finally noticed my attack, hastily winged, but had been beheaded by a magical sword where it stretched out.

From behind me I heard Rob say, "Master Zach, you're brilliant".

I didn't even notice Rob approaching again. Focus on the quail. He didn't seem very attentive to the situation around him.

It was more shocking to allow Rob to approach rather than the exhilaration that had stalled the quail, but pick up the stalled quail and give it to Rob.

"I'm a little more walking, but it's not bad. It's enough in one day."

He then succeeded in capturing Kijibato, who stops at height, although he was escaped by a well-eared rabbit.

Rob and the others had one more fox.

We crossed the Black Pond listening to the 4 p.m. bell and today's hunt was over.

I hold my own quail and pheasant and go back to the mansion.

(You only have experience detecting signs and keeping secrets. Technically, I know some theories, but if you're not also an assassin (assassin) training agency, there's nowhere you can tell me that theory)

In addition to training swords and accompanying them to scout the woods from the next day, hunting with Rob and the others was added to my training menu.

Besides teaching his son Davi, Rob also taught me useful skills such as setting up traps, animal habits, and even how to drain good blood.

My signs, covert, trap skills went up all at once.