Fifteen years since the baby born…
Shira Yashura. He’s a calm and introverted youth in Badril Village.
He doesn’t have many memories of his family. For him, the family just means a bunch of relatives that have Yashura surname. His mother disappears one day when he was born, some people even told him she dies giving birth to him. Shira doesn’t believe it. Because his father said otherwise.
And his father, he had a carefree appearance but was arrogant and aggressive middle-aged fellow. His name Jhuro Yashura, goes by nickname Jhuju around close friends. Folks from the village actually dreaded him the most because he was a special warrior who has a fearsome reputation outside the village. No one dares to offend him and his son when he was around. But most of the time, he wasn’t home. He wasn’t even ever stayed at Badril Village more than a week since his wife left him. Naturally, people who don’t like the youth heavenly luck, always loosen their toxic mouth outside.
“What a parasite brat!” someone exclaims to another man, “his father works to death just to buy high priced elixir for him, but looks where he is now. Still stuck at level 3. What a dogshit talent!”
Another man was talking about his father. “Jhuro once was a pride to Badril Village. A champion whom everybody in the kingdom knows. But now looking at his own son, maybe he should consider suicide out of shame!”
“If it was me I would drown that shitty brat long ago and get over with it.”
“Hehe, calm down people. Everyone has their own talent. It was different path and different destiny for everybody. How could a mere mortal go against heaven’s will? It was like I said before. Shira has his own talent. Talent to be a farmer, of course. Hehehe.”
Mockery was thrown from all sides. So loud and shameless that sometimes they intentionally shout so Yashura Family can clearly hear them.
Folks from the family can only endure. Some may ignore even when bad rumors about a lone youth named Shira flying around the village. But most were dissatisfied. Yet, they could only complaint to family elders. It was famous that not only his father whom people feared but also his father’s big brother, Shuro Yashura. His uncle is the current Yashura Family’s patriarch. Thus, no one from the family ever bothered Shira so far.
“Just ignore those loose mouth fellows,” Patriarch Yashura said once. “The only reason they hate Shira so much because of his engagement with that Malikh girl. Those tiny-headed bastards just venting their jealousy by spouting over some bullshits. Just ignore them.”
Patriarch Shuro Yashura was right. A lot of people, especially unmarried youth, always felt jealous because Shira and the girl from Malikh Family were engaged since they were babies. No one bothered back then. But now it was different. They became enraged because no one would expect that Malikh family’s girl grown into the most beautiful and talented young lady in the village.
“But their trash talks about Shira’s talent was right though,” some old elder said to his patriarch, which sadly Patriarch Shuro can only nod at.
The middle-aged family head was sighing almost all time. His brother Jhuro Yashura was an overbearing battle-hardened warrior. A monster who always trampled his enemies in bold manners and easily set fears upon common people heart.
But the reluctant and aloof son was a complete opposite. While his father went to the outside world to gain experience when he was at his age, Shira always retreats to his own solitude, disappears from sight all day. Naturally, these led people believe he became an unconfident and timid young fellow.
But not even one soul ever heard what on earth he was doing in his own time…
On the quiet hill behind Yashura Family’s household.
“Shira, what are you doing?” a carefree yet bold voice rang.
“Taking a nap,” the youth stating the fact with a sleepy tone.
“You were napping when I saw you this morning. Yet now you still lazily napping. Did you finished the scroll’s instructions I gave you two days ago?”
“Nope.”
“What are you doing then? Besides taking a nap all day?”
“Sleeping,” he turned his lied down body, and then continued with a yawn, “sleeping and dreaming.”
“Tsk! What a brat!” the bold voice dissatisfied. The next moment, suddenly he was gone.
***
Some youth from other third-ranked village was visiting Badril Village that day, becoming topics for locals to talk about.
“Some cheeky brat from another village issued a challenge to a Knight from our village. Did ya hear?”
“Who did he challenge?”
“Bony, the thug looking youth! That shitty brat from another village can’t even stand one minute under Bony’s attack.”
“Hah! Bony! He was a hoodlum for sure. But he was strong, I admit it. Even some seasoned mountain hunters don’t want any troubles with him. And he was still a level 13 Knight!”
“Yeah, yeah. I also heard some ignorant fellow dared to challenge our village princess in archery. Did you believe that?”
“Holy shit dude! For real?”
“Well… why don’t we see it with our own eyes? They should compete in one hour.”
“Then what are you babbling about? Show us the way! Let’s go!”
They ran excitedly toward the place where the challenge would be held. Soon, they arrived. Some unfamiliar faces made them sneers, but still, they were dazed by looking at heavenly beauty face of their princess. An absolute beauty, whom people called by name Bhela Malikh.
“Young Lady Malikh, do you ready?” a twenty-or-so young man from another village asked with a good-natured tone.
The cold looking beautiful girl nod.
Soon they compete on archery skills. Shooting targets from a certain range. The result was, of course as everyone expected before, an overwhelming victory for the beauty.
***
The bold voice rang again upon the hill.
“Hey, brat! Did you hear? Your wifey was challenged by some ugly-looking kid. Are you angry?”
Shira Yashura didn’t respond his excited voice.
“Hoi brat. Stop pretending to sleep!”
Actually, Shira is sleeping for real on the dry yellow grass when the voice calls him.
“This fucking brat!” the voice pouted, then was gone again the next second.
In a closed courtyard of Malikh Family, the cold beauty meticulously arranged dozens of arrows on a wide wooden table.
Her gaze was as sharp as a knife. Locking upon rows of target dummies which were more than one hundred meters apart from where she was standing with an eagle-eyes like accuracy. Slowly, she picks an arrow. She never takes more than second to aim from that distance. And yet the arrows shot still hit their targets perfectly.
It was superb. But the girl wasn’t content. The only complain the girl had in mind was she actually never has the chance to find good quality moving targets…
From then on, the cold looking girl would practices alone until her finger turned red with blood. Her brow didn’t furrow by the pain. Normally she would take a minute to tend her wounds, then proceed to practices the next one hundred shots.
Bhela Malikh always practicing alone every day. And would always felt exasperated whenever somebody enters her territory unintentionally. Even if they were from her family. she still would be enraged. So it was typical for nobody bothered her practices during this time.
Yet, today, unknown to her, another pair of sharp gazes fell upon her body. Appreciating not her good skills, but her pleasing-to-eyes body.
“Tsk! What a great body! What a beauty! That damn lazy brat was sure lucky!”
A short hair girl with a matured curvy body, plump breasts, and perfectly round buttock. She was a dream of every man.
Normal people can’t hear the voice. Nor they can see the one who was talking. It was the only reason why Bhela didn’t notice his presence till now.
The owner of the voice, in fact, was a renegade-looking spirit. He was wearing thick strapping leather armor, possibly the last attire he wears at the moment he died. His confidence face in mid thirty was always full of grins, sometimes seem wicked and the other time the grins of his were so foolish and shameless even Shira Yashura would always cringe when he takes a good look at this spirit face.
He sat cross-legged not far from Bhela Malikh’s shot position. Later when the sun slowly slid down that day, the spirit’s face becomes serious.
The cold girl starts practicing her archery by utilizing energy from her mana sphere. A colorful ribbon starts to form within the tail of the arcing arrow. People wouldn’t believe if someone told them this feat was achieved by some fifteen years old girl, from an unknown third-ranked village.
“Fifteen years old, she already obtained a Class!” the spirit muttered to himself. “Not just some ordinary Class at that…”
It was normal people to obtain a Class when they were approaching the age of twenty. But it was amazing for a young girl like Bhela Malikh.
And from the experienced eyes of the spirit, she was not some ordinary Archer by now.
“Look at that damn brat. His future wife should be at least level 10 warrior to be able leaving the novice rank. Yet that little piece of shit… he still comfortably taking a nap with that lousy level of him. Boy oh boy!”
***
Fifteen years since the baby born…
Shira Yashura. He’s a calm and introverted youth in Badril Village.
He doesn’t have many memories of his family. For him, the family just means a bunch of relatives that have Yashura surname. His mother disappears one day when he was born, some people even told him she dies giving birth to him. Shira doesn’t believe it. Because his father said otherwise.
And his father, he had a carefree appearance but was arrogant and aggressive middle-aged fellow. His name Jhuro Yashura, goes by nickname Jhuju around close friends. Folks from the village actually dreaded him the most because he was a special warrior who has a fearsome reputation outside the village. No one dares to offend him and his son when he was around. But most of the time, he wasn’t home. He wasn’t even ever stayed at Badril Village more than a week since his wife left him. Naturally, people who don’t like the youth heavenly luck, always loosen their toxic mouth outside.
“What a parasite brat!” someone exclaims to another man, “his father works to death just to buy high priced elixir for him, but looks where he is now. Still stuck at level 3. What a dogshit talent!”
Another man was talking about his father. “Jhuro once was a pride to Badril Village. A champion whom everybody in the kingdom knows. But now looking at his own son, maybe he should consider suicide out of shame!”
“If it was me I would drown that shitty brat long ago and get over with it.”
“Hehe, calm down people. Everyone has their own talent. It was different path and different destiny for everybody. How could a mere mortal go against heaven’s will? It was like I said before. Shira has his own talent. Talent to be a farmer, of course. Hehehe.”
Mockery was thrown from all sides. So loud and shameless that sometimes they intentionally shout so Yashura Family can clearly hear them.
Folks from the family can only endure. Some may ignore even when bad rumors about a lone youth named Shira flying around the village. But most were dissatisfied. Yet, they could only complaint to family elders. It was famous that not only his father whom people feared but also his father’s big brother, Shuro Yashura. His uncle is the current Yashura Family’s patriarch. Thus, no one from the family ever bothered Shira so far.
“Just ignore those loose mouth fellows,” Patriarch Yashura said once. “The only reason they hate Shira so much because of his engagement with that Malikh girl. Those tiny-headed bastards just venting their jealousy by spouting over some bullshits. Just ignore them.”
Patriarch Shuro Yashura was right. A lot of people, especially unmarried youth, always felt jealous because Shira and the girl from Malikh Family were engaged since they were babies. No one bothered back then. But now it was different. They became enraged because no one would expect that Malikh family’s girl grown into the most beautiful and talented young lady in the village.
“But their trash talks about Shira’s talent was right though,” some old elder said to his patriarch, which sadly Patriarch Shuro can only nod at.
The middle-aged family head was sighing almost all time. His brother Jhuro Yashura was an overbearing battle-hardened warrior. A monster who always trampled his enemies in bold manners and easily set fears upon common people heart.
But the reluctant and aloof son was a complete opposite. While his father went to the outside world to gain experience when he was at his age, Shira always retreats to his own solitude, disappears from sight all day. Naturally, these led people believe he became an unconfident and timid young fellow.
But not even one soul ever heard what on earth he was doing in his own time…
On the quiet hill behind Yashura Family’s household.
“Shira, what are you doing?” a carefree yet bold voice rang.
“Taking a nap,” the youth stating the fact with a sleepy tone.
“You were napping when I saw you this morning. Yet now you still lazily napping. Did you finished the scroll’s instructions I gave you two days ago?”
“Nope.”
“What are you doing then? Besides taking a nap all day?”
“Sleeping,” he turned his lied down body, and then continued with a yawn, “sleeping and dreaming.”
“Tsk! What a brat!” the bold voice dissatisfied. The next moment, suddenly he was gone.
***
Some youth from other third-ranked village was visiting Badril Village that day, becoming topics for locals to talk about.
“Some cheeky brat from another village issued a challenge to a Knight from our village. Did ya hear?”
“Who did he challenge?”
“Bony, the thug looking youth! That shitty brat from another village can’t even stand one minute under Bony’s attack.”
“Hah! Bony! He was a hoodlum for sure. But he was strong, I admit it. Even some seasoned mountain hunters don’t want any troubles with him. And he was still a level 13 Knight!”
“Yeah, yeah. I also heard some ignorant fellow dared to challenge our village princess in archery. Did you believe that?”
“Holy shit dude! For real?”
“Well… why don’t we see it with our own eyes? They should compete in one hour.”
“Then what are you babbling about? Show us the way! Let’s go!”
They ran excitedly toward the place where the challenge would be held. Soon, they arrived. Some unfamiliar faces made them sneers, but still, they were dazed by looking at heavenly beauty face of their princess. An absolute beauty, whom people called by name Bhela Malikh.
“Young Lady Malikh, do you ready?” a twenty-or-so young man from another village asked with a good-natured tone.
The cold looking beautiful girl nod.
Soon they compete on archery skills. Shooting targets from a certain range. The result was, of course as everyone expected before, an overwhelming victory for the beauty.
***
The bold voice rang again upon the hill.
“Hey, brat! Did you hear? Your wifey was challenged by some ugly-looking kid. Are you angry?”
Shira Yashura didn’t respond his excited voice.
“Hoi brat. Stop pretending to sleep!”
Actually, Shira is sleeping for real on the dry yellow grass when the voice calls him.
“This fucking brat!” the voice pouted, then was gone again the next second.
In a closed courtyard of Malikh Family, the cold beauty meticulously arranged dozens of arrows on a wide wooden table.
Her gaze was as sharp as a knife. Locking upon rows of target dummies which were more than one hundred meters apart from where she was standing with an eagle-eyes like accuracy. Slowly, she picks an arrow. She never takes more than second to aim from that distance. And yet the arrows shot still hit their targets perfectly.
It was superb. But the girl wasn’t content. The only complain the girl had in mind was she actually never has the chance to find good quality moving targets…
From then on, the cold looking girl would practices alone until her finger turned red with blood. Her brow didn’t furrow by the pain. Normally she would take a minute to tend her wounds, then proceed to practices the next one hundred shots.
Bhela Malikh always practicing alone every day. And would always felt exasperated whenever somebody enters her territory unintentionally. Even if they were from her family. she still would be enraged. So it was typical for nobody bothered her practices during this time.
Yet, today, unknown to her, another pair of sharp gazes fell upon her body. Appreciating not her good skills, but her pleasing-to-eyes body.
“Tsk! What a great body! What a beauty! That damn lazy brat was sure lucky!”
A short hair girl with a matured curvy body, plump breasts, and perfectly round buttock. She was a dream of every man.
Normal people can’t hear the voice. Nor they can see the one who was talking. It was the only reason why Bhela didn’t notice his presence till now.
The owner of the voice, in fact, was a renegade-looking spirit. He was wearing thick strapping leather armor, possibly the last attire he wears at the moment he died. His confidence face in mid thirty was always full of grins, sometimes seem wicked and the other time the grins of his were so foolish and shameless even Shira Yashura would always cringe when he takes a good look at this spirit face.
He sat cross-legged not far from Bhela Malikh’s shot position. Later when the sun slowly slid down that day, the spirit’s face becomes serious.
The cold girl starts practicing her archery by utilizing energy from her mana sphere. A colorful ribbon starts to form within the tail of the arcing arrow. People wouldn’t believe if someone told them this feat was achieved by some fifteen years old girl, from an unknown third-ranked village.
“Fifteen years old, she already obtained a Class!” the spirit muttered to himself. “Not just some ordinary Class at that…”
It was normal people to obtain a Class when they were approaching the age of twenty. But it was amazing for a young girl like Bhela Malikh.
And from the experienced eyes of the spirit, she was not some ordinary Archer by now.
“Look at that damn brat. His future wife should be at least level 10 warrior to be able leaving the novice rank. Yet that little piece of shit… he still comfortably taking a nap with that lousy level of him. Boy oh boy!”
***
