388 Lesson Six: The Indolent

In the drooling room of dim darkness, Digga was clearly in tears.

In front of that, my brother - no, Dodd, who was once my brother - lays down, groaning in agony.

In the settlement of Dom is the bedroom of the house of the division that was reckoned with by the diggers.

Dodd suffered a deep hand injury from today's hunter's work.

Together with Dom's hunters, Digga and Dodd were also following Gibba. Recently, the meals and meals became delicious, and Diga and Dodd were finally able to eat until they were full, so their strength was returning to their lean bodies and they were becoming more useful in hunting jobs, little by little.

It was this heinous event, which I visited at its arrow tip.

He was shot with an arrow and thrust by an angry Gibba, and Dodd ran over the base of his right leg.

Incredibly, blood sprayed.

Soon Dick-Dom, the parent, tailored Gibba to storm, but Dodd seemed very helpless.

But Dodd was alive.

I haven't been hit with my leg muscles, and I don't have a bone problem. However, as much blood as it was dangerous, how much power would the person have - the Dom women who handled it, they said so.

Dodd is full of bitterness and never tries to open his eyes.

If Dodd doesn't have enough power, he's going to give his soul back like this.

Thinking of it that way, Digga could hardly keep herself from crying.

Dodd and I were not close brothers.

To be honest, Dodd was a little scarier when he had deep booze because he was more violent than anyone else. The only time I could not be afraid of that was when I mouthed as much fruit liquor as I did.

But this Dodd is the only one by Digga right now.

I have been separated from the rest of my family and both Dodd and I have been cut off from blood. Still, in the shivering northern settlement of the dreaded hunters, only Dodd could hold hands.

Besides, Dodd was getting a little less scared because he was forbidden to drink fruit liquor. For a moment, I thought I might be weaker than myself.

Digga was stuck in Dodd's presence, and Dodd was stuck in Digga's presence. I was happy with that for Diga and I liked Dodd a lot more than I used to. Even when the blood was cut off, Dodd was Digga's brother, and now he was irreplaceable.

Have such sexual roots led to such a fate?

By cutting off the edge of blood, the Diggas said they were forgiven for their sins, but they lived forever in your presence. Has that hunter's unmistakable vulnerability touched the wrath of the forest?

I didn't know, but Diga was sad and couldn't wait.

I really couldn't stop crying.

"Dodd... please don't die. Hey... don't leave me alone. Hey..."

Diga placed her hand on Dodd's shoulder and gently creased.

Dodd groaned so hard that he let go of his hand as a scarecrow.

Diga continued to weep even as she whimpered.

At that time, the doorboard made a noise every time.

Someone is trying to take the tabs off.

Diggas, who had committed many sins, were no longer tied up with leather strings, but only the bedroom was hung from the outside so that they could not move around on their own.

"You kept me waiting. It's time for the feast, so you go outside too."

A large man enters the bedroom freshly stating such a thing.

He is a hunter of Zaza, not Dom, wearing Gibba's fur from his head. He still looks very tough though he is young and has a big old scratch carved around his right eyebrow.

It was George-Zaza, the youngest brother of the main house of the Zaza family.

He is the youngest brother of sixteen years of age, but a man who is seen as the trace of the main house because his eldest brother and second brother have become young and decayed into the woods.

Digga shrinks, moaned with his black fire eyes.

Digga was bad at black eyed humans to remind me of Zazz-Sung. Both Dick-Dom and Asta of Fa's house, and at the end of the day even Zwei, who was his sister, were so hesitant to look decently together,

"What are you, no way, were you crying?

Said in a voice frightened by George-Zaza, Diga rushes to his eyes.

Tears and runny nose made my back stick.

"Damn, that's irresistible flexibility! Whether you cry or not, his fate is laid down in the woods. Anyway, it's a feast tonight, so get on the table."

"Banquet...? What the hell is a feast...?

"You forgot? Gene's eldest brother set Gibba up, so he was recognized as a one-man hunter. Dick-Dom told you there was going to be a feast?

Indeed, the story had been heard last night.

Dodd and I were looking forward to seeing if we could have some extravagant food again.

When I remembered that, my tears twitched again.

"Yes, but will that feast be held at Gene's house? Meanwhile, who's gonna take care of Dodd...?

"I don't need to take care of anything. I gave you the pills, and I stopped the blood. All you have to do is wait for him to get up on his own. I don't care who's around."

"No, but..."

"You're confusing me, you bastard. You must have become a family member of the Dom family. Are you going to scorn the celebration of the eldest brother of his family, Gene?

In thin darkness, George-Zaza's black eyes burn up.

Still, Diga can't even say it back.

(Sorry, Dodd... I'll be back as soon as I can, so you're definitely not gonna die...?

Hurried by George-Zaza, Diga left the house with a bum.

Already the sun has been hidden with half at the end of the west. In the woods surrounded by the sunset, the Dom family was moving their feet in a rush for a trail leading to the Gene family.

"Hmm? Is that George-Zaza?

"Oh, Dick-Dom. It's too late to pick me up. And then you can start a feast whenever you want."

"Right. I'm sorry about that."

Dick-dom also remained wrapped around Gibba's skull and the hunter's clothes, as Georg-Zaza wore heady fur. The men of the northern settlements remain dressed as hunters, even at feasts.

And the women, dressed in banquet costumes. It was like any other family member, thin shims and ornaments bought in town, but it was still unfamiliar with Diga, as even Giva furs and bones were embellished with ornaments.

The celebration of the hunters in the first place is also unique to the northern settlements. At least, no such feast was held in Sung's settlement.

The hunters of the northern settlements are supposedly alone for the first time, capturing Gibba running through the field on his own. Simply tailoring a trapped giva, like Diga or Dodd, is still a half-service treatment.

So when the hunter is alone, the feast is thus held. The size of the feast seems to vary depending on the hunter's house and identity, but today's celebration of the eldest brother of the Gene main house meant that all the humans of the northern settlement were to be gathered together.

"Besides, today we are also calling on the heads of our families to deepen our bonds. You must have a young man or a woman with you, so if this is a new wedding, it's another feast."

While walking, Georg-Zaza is laughing lavishly.

Those black eyes looked down on Dick-Dom's side.

"Oh, my God, you look so snug. Are you so worried about Lem-Dom's body?

"... the head of Fa's house is finally healing, so he should be fulfilling the promised power comparison soon."

"Hmm. If the hunter and the others had even half the power of the rumors, they would be able to twist with one hand, such as the untrained women? If Lem-Dom is going to be late, he's going to have to strip off the hunters' clothes and turn them into women."

Laughing, George-Zaza slaps Dick-Dom on the back.

It's just a little smaller than Dick-Dom, but he's only sixteen and he's only seventeen. Moreover, Dick-Dom is the head of the Dom main house, and Georg-Zaza is the next generation of Zaza main house heads. Even by the woods, such a powerful combination should not have been possible.

"Speaking of which, you were obsessed with the hunter, Digga."

And George-Zaza is coming back to Diga.

Digga didn't say a word, so she gave him a nod back.

"So you've all been evacuated by that woman hunter? You have no power over him, but he's got the power he deserves in the name of the hunter, don't you think?

"Oh, I guess... I don't think there's anything weaker than a coaxed hunter..."

"That's an unreliable reply! What do you say, Dick-Dom?

"We don't need to worry about that. That woman hunter in Fa's house named Ey-Fa feels equipped with some extraordinary power"

"Then you're the one to stop worrying! If Lem-Dom comes back safe, I'll get him for my wife, as promised!

After stating so, Georg-Zaza has been grumbling about Diga again.

"Still, you look more solid than Dick-Dom. I thought I was finally getting a decent side lately, but this is ruined."

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"You have rotten sexual roots. Lem-Dom, but I'm sure if someone like you is, they won't lose in comparison to their power."

That's how Georg-Zaza stopped on the lid and picked up a thick bar cut from the ground.

"Hey, grab that end and try to take this bar slice away from me"

"Yeah? What the hell is that...?

"Fine, just do it. Do it, or I'll snap your nose?

Digga was the only one, gripping the bar cut as she was told.

At the opposite end, George-Zaza is gripping with both arms. Pulling the pluck didn't scare the sturdy body.

"Do it for real. If you beat me, I'll allow you to drink fruit liquor specially only today, okay?

I've forgotten what that tasted like already.

Besides, I liked fruit liquor better than Dodd. Aside from that dodd, I didn't feel like just tasting Digga's fruit liquor.

But if you're serious, they could break your nose. Georg-Zaza had a cheerful temper, but when he gets angry, he's so terrified that he can't beat his father Graf-Zaza either.

Digga pulled the bonito bar again.

It's not enough at once, so put on a hurry and pull it over and over. George-Zaza, who was standing on his spare face, was also finally set to step on his feet with it.

Family members of the Dom family slip through Digga's throats as they roam.

Still Digga stretched her strength as she felt sweat all over her body.

George-Zaza's body melts.

If this were to happen, we might be able to take it away - and think so, when Diga tried to do even more, both eyes of George-Zaza burned up on the fence.

That's how you let out a beastly roar, or you pull a bar cut with tremendous force.

Digga was pulled along with the bar-cut and was to fall into the front.

"That's my win. Totally impudent."

Throw away the bar chips, and George-Zaza succumbs to Diga.

I was stared up close by my black eyes, and now I'm supposed to sweat cold.

"What you lack, Diga, is temperament. There are a bunch of other things missing, but you're too weak in the heart anyway. That's why even such a powerful battle can't be won."

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"Aren't you as big as I am? Ma, even if I were bigger in a few years, I wouldn't be that inferior to me in terms of power now. So the only way for you to be a hunter in public is to do something about that out-of-the-box sexual root."

So Georg-Zaza woke up laughing.

"Well, is that about it for Fun to head to Gene's house? Din and Lid's women should be preparing a fine meal for their families today, right?

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As George-Zaza put it, it seemed that all human beings were already gathered before the Gene family.

All the human beings of Zaza, Dom and Gene have one parent and one offering of the other family members - and some Kakadu numbers invited by Din and Lid. Even the reckoning seemed to keep the sixty down.

"Looks like we're all together. Now we begin the celebration of the hunter of the eldest brother of the Gene family"

Graf-Zaza, the head of the clan and chief of the clan, said so in a wild voice.

In the middle of the square is lit the ritual fire, with Graf-Zaza and two women standing in front of it. One of the women carried a hunter's coat, and the other carried a machete mounted in her sheath.

"Gene's eldest brother, step forward. Your family will give you new clothes and swords."

A man of wide lateral stature advances before the sleigh and ritual fire of the

Wrapped around it are the clothes of ordinary hunters without heads, like those wrapped around Diga and other family men.

Gene's eldest brother removed the fasteners and handed over the hunter's clothes to the women.

The women who receive it wrap their new clothes around their eldest brother.

It is the clothes of the hunter, with his head. Giva's skull is used on the base in the head area, making her look like she would wear a helmet. And it was supposed to be the skull and fur of Gibba, which his elder brother himself had terminated with his hands.

Likewise, the knife can be replaced by a new one.

Now clothes and swords that have been used will be given to another young man when he turns thirteen.

And when his elder brother was clothed with new clothes and swords, the families let go of the roar of blessings.

Both the men and the women are screaming with a grunting voice.

Ooh, ooh, it's a roar that sounds to the bottom of my belly, with a unique discouragement.

Digga was still horrified by this lesson in the northern settlements.

Other family members and Kamadoku are also looking at the situation of the northern clan in a rather frightened manner.

"We got a new hunter! Brothers, give thanks to Mother Forest while filling your bellies with Giva meat!

Graf-Zaza freshly swung up the earthen bottle of fruit liquor with a voice unbeatable by its roar.

It is the beginning of the feast.

Geol-Zaza and Dick-Dom had just turned to the center of the wheel, so Digga was to be left pompous.

Neither do the others have any interest in Digga or anything else. Perhaps Digga and Dodd won't even be recognized as compatriots, unless they are recognized as the hunters in service, like Gene's eldest brother. It is priceless in the northern settlements, such as a man who is a hunter in half a serving with such a large figure.

(Even these guys were all family members of the Sung family until a while ago......)

Digga pulled into the corner and looked far at the feast of his fellow countrymen.

Zaza, Dom, Gene - and Lid, Din, Havilla, and Dana were all family members gathered around Sung.

The Sung family, which was its center, has been cut off from edge, so some of these shouldn't even have blood edges. In the meantime, Gene and Lid connected the edge of blood, but Din and others must not have interacted with any family other than Sung. Even Havillas and Danas with settlements in the north should have had little interaction with Lid or Din.

(But from now on, I guess I'm going to skip the Sung family and overlap the edge of the blood... I'm covering the settlement in the middle of it, leaving the guys at Sung's branch alone...)

And it was the other Diggas who brought such fate to the people of Sung's division.

Diga breathed deeply into the roots of the tree.

I haven't spoken of anything since I grabbed the dried meat in Jomtien, so I'm hungry enough that my stomach is about to screw off.

But I couldn't squeeze the courage to step into that glorious place alone without Dodd either.

(Chuckles. If Lem-Dom had been here at a time like this, he would have pulled my hand while making fun of us......)

And when I think of Dodd, I get tears all over again.

Reluctant, pitiful, Diga wanted to run back to Dodd like this.

"Um... is it bad for you to add or subtract your body...?

And the voice of my weak daughter is thrown from overhead.

When I raised my face, one woman stood with a wooden dish in her hand.

No, the ladies, or the little girl. Still, he seems to be over ten, wrapping up and down properly divided ladies' outfits. You're not a very rich family, you're just weaving thin pieces, and then you were decorating yourself with ornaments made of nuts and flowers so sorry.

"What, you...? Is that the women in your family?

"Yes. My name is Tour-Din from the Din family.... Um, don't you remember me...?

"... Tour-din?

She is quite a cute daughter, with her hair tied in two that hasn't been that long. Though he is no longer a feeble face, he will grow into a beautiful lady in a few more years.

"I feel like it sounds familiar to me, but who...? Are you face-to-face somewhere...?

"Yes. I was - once a person of a branch of the Sung family. On that doomsday night, they took me to the Din family, where my mother was born."

"Bu, a divided person?

Diga snuck up and swallowed a raw saliva.

"Oh, what's such a thing for me...? You even came to bump into me with a grudge...?

"No, I didn't mean to,"

Tour-Din let down his mouth like trouble.

In doing so, she became so cute. It is a wretched twinge, like a small flower.

"I just wanted to talk to you for a second... if you like, would you like to have this one? It's a juicy dish made with Giva's organs and tarapa."

A wooden dish that is still hot and hot can stick to the tip of my nose.

I was just smelling the sour smell of that tarrapa, and Diga's belly rattled.

Tour-Din laughs again and Diga receives a wood dish as she blushes.

"Oh, what are you talking to me about? You're not supposed to be running errands on me, are you?

"That's a bit of an intrusive story, so have it before then if you like"

Tour-Din lowered his hips beside Digga at a greater distance.

Without any idea, Diga rinses the broth in with a wooden spoon.

Really, the vibrant taste bounced over my tongue.

It has an exciting flavour, not just tarapa, where different vegetables and different vanilla are used.

"Oh, this is the dish that was served even at Gene and Lid's wedding feast! Is this the one you made?

"Yes. And I made it with the women of the North."

"Wow. They've been feeding me some really good food at Dom's these days, but I knew it wouldn't compare to this guy."

"Yeah, until recently, the women of Lou and Rutim stayed in the northern settlements, didn't they?... Was there anything inferior to that...?

"There's no way I'm inferior. I liked this guy the most, even when he was cooking at the feast."

And then already, I got obsessed and pulled the contents of the wood dish in.

He said it was a gibberish organ, but not only a cuddly gut, but also something as firm as regular meat. That went very well with the spicy and sour broth again, so delicious that the tears seemed to spill.

"It's really delicious. It feels so much better than it did at the wedding feast... no, on the contrary, it tastes so good that I couldn't beat the dishes I was fed in Luu's settlement a long time ago."

"Well. That's just too much to say. Those are dishes made by Asta and the women of the Lew family, right?

While stating so, Tour-Din looked very happy.

It was such an unusual smile that Digga's chest ached as to be watching something.

"... you, you were from the Sung family, you're funny with that face"

"Huh?"

"When we were in Sung's settlement, we all had eyes like dead people, didn't we? We were forced to abide by the Sung family code."

Tool-din's smile turned into something a little choppy.

But I still laugh.

"It must have been the human sin of the branch that failed to correct the mistake of the main house. I am striving to live righteously so as to redeem its sins"

"Hmm. Doesn't that mean the people in the branch can turn against the people in the main house? You didn't know what you'd see if you turned away."

Weakness is sin. The Sung people are strong and must rule the weak - that was the Sung family code set by Zazz-Sung.

So Digga and Dodd also covered their weaknesses with vanity and behaved as if they were rulers.

Weak, he could be abandoned by Zazz-Sung. All that awaits ahead is despair and ruin. Therefore the Diggas, pretending to be mighty, were impersonating despair and ruin to the other human beings - to the powerless branches, to the families, and to those of the clan of the margin.

Digga felt like she wanted to disappear.

Tour-din, who was being impersonated with unspeakable despair when he said he and Dodd still couldn't redeem their former sins and were exposed to such a shallow figure, is smiling in such a sober way. I felt as though I had become a poisonous bug looking up because I had laid down beautiful flowers.

Moreover, Diga also noticed that Tour-Din's slyly shoulders were shaking so badly.

This is how Tour-Din smiles, desperately containing his inner anxiety and agitation.

If he was a man of Sung's division, that was natural.

Digga didn't remember seeing Tour-Din or anything, but it's unlikely that the person in the branch would forget the person in the main house. Especially since Digga and Dodd used to sift as crudely as Zazz-Sung and Miggy-Sung, if they were toddlers in the branch, their fears should have been tapped into the bone marrow.

Just as the Diggas once feared the Miggie-Sungs, so the people in the division should have feared the Diggas.

How much blood has been cut off, that resentment and fear will not disappear easily.

Yet this is how Tour-Din is smiling at Diga.

That fact made Digga feel sorry for herself.

"That's not enough, is it? Shall I bring you something more edible for meat dishes?

I don't even know what's inside of such a diga, and Tour-Din smiles at me.

"Enough..." Diga let him shake his head weakly.

"Leave me alone...... I have so many family members, you should have fun over there too, right? I don't know what I was up to..."

No, but I came here to talk to you.

Tour-din, who was floating his hips, overlaps words in a warm state.

"By the way, my second brother's... No, where is Dodd, who was once my second brother? I can't seem to see him as much as I did earlier..."

"Dodd got hurt."

The back of my nose hurts.

"Gibba's fangs could rub him over his legs and he could die like this... he's still alone and he looks painfully yummy..."

"Were you..."

I feel sorry for you, Tool-din snaps.

The voice was so gentle that Diga finally spilled tears.

"Enough, leave us alone. Now that we can live decently, we shouldn't let anything happen to us... we were destined to decay into the woods as bastards after all..."

"But Graf-Zaza and Dick-Dom didn't say that,"

I say it in a serious voice, and Tour-Din comes up with himself.

"Digga and Dodd are finally getting on the hunter-like side. In a while, you'll be able to give the hunter his clothes... and your parents and your elders will tell you that, won't they?

"But I can't do anything alone. If Dodd dies, I'm done."

"You're worried about Dodd. But I'm sure it's okay. My mother's forest is watching over me."

Rubbing his nostrils, Digga looked back at Tour-din's face.

But watching that tender face made me cry extra.

"All we can do is pray to the woods. Let's pray so that Dodd can beat the trials and encourage him to do his job as a hunter again. You guys, who were Sung's main house, are very powerful, so I'm sure you'll be fine."

"You're not all right at all... me and Dodd, what a bug..."

"That's not true. Yamil-Ray, Mida, Zwei and Oura are all leaving their ordeal with their strong souls. You guys should be fine."

Diga embarked on herself as she squeaked on her face.

"Oh, all those guys, how are you doing? Mida doesn't do anything to help just because she's stupid..."

"Mida was chosen by eight brave men in comparison to the power of the Lew family. That's twice in a row, too."

Tour-Din smiled at me again with a very gentle face.

"Yamil-Ray and Zwei help with street work in the lodging town. Oura has always been Rutim's settlement, so I don't really have a chance to show my face, but he seemed very well at the feast before this."

"Well... everyone is redeeming their sins properly..."

"So are you guys. And Zuro-Sung too... somewhere in Selva, they must be redeeming their sins"

With a far-sighted eye, Tour-Din said so.

"And so do we... human beings like me and my father, who were taken over by their families, and the people of the division who stayed in the settlement, all live hard. Today, on the way to this northern settlement, I was allowed to stop at Sung's settlement. Some men have returned their souls to the woods, but we are all trying so hard to live and redeem our sins"

"And the guys at the branch... Really..."

"Yes, so we're fine. Mother Forest does not abandon children who wish to live righteously."

As if she were herself in the woods themselves, Tul-din's expression was full of charity.

Those soft light blue eyes stare at Digga to envelop her.

"I wanted to tell you and Dodd about it. You've been cut off from blood, but I'm sure knowing how your former family is spending it will inspire you, and I asked Graf-Zaza to allow me to tell you that."

"You asked Graf-Zaza to do that...?

"Yes, I was scared and couldn't stop shaking my legs, but I never managed to ask you to forgive me"

Shy, Tool-din smiles.

Diga sniffed her nose with a flashy sound.

"I knew I was pathetic... even a little girl like you would live such a splendid life..."

"I'm sure you're just feeling weak because Dodd has suffered a hand injury. Besides, aren't you hungry? Humans feel weaker when they're hungry."

That being said, Tour-Din stood up well.

"Let's bring other dishes. If that cheers you up, let me know more about your life at Dom. I still have a lot to talk about, too, the Yamil-Rays."

"Wait. Before that... I'd like to take the food to Dodd's too."

Tour-Din curiously circled his eyes, Diga said.

"Is Dodd in such a condition that he can eat? Earlier, he said his life was in danger..."

"So if you make me smell such a delicious dish, I might wake up, right? He's as tenacious as I am."

Digga gathered all her energy and made her laugh.

Tour-Din narrows his eyes and smiles again with a mother's expression.

"Now let's deliver the food. So when you wake up, let me talk to you both."

"Oh, okay."

Diga stood up with all her strength on her shriveled feet.

Tour-Din is a Din family person. For the Dom people, they are family members.

If Digga and Dodd can live correctly and be awarded Mr. Dom, we can tell them that he is the family of this Tour-Din.

That should have been the right human fringe - the bond of the people by the woods.

"Come on, let's go. The smell of giva meat is so wonderful that it can't be beat by a tarrapa pot, right?

Diga muddled her face with the back of her hand and stepped out with Tour-Din.

In a square full of light, a large number of humans, whose names were unknown, were noisy as sparks, but the sight was no longer terrifying either.