I slowly turn to the non-aggressive girl from the forest who avoided my look.
’So she is the heroine... no wonder her vocabulary is so special.’
"Nice to et you, Illythia. I have to say, that is a very pretty na you have there." My words turn to blind ear as Illythia decided not to talk with .
She is a Heroine; I couldn’t expect more from her kind. Either they are too special in how they talked or they didn’t talk at all and Illythia was soo special that when she did open her mouth, it could cause a fucking riot.
"I hope my granddaughter didn’t give unease to you in your way here." The Chief said.
"Of course not, she was quite gracious. The way she spoke, opened my heart for your people." I could hear a low groan coming from the side. "Your granddaughter is quite special, Chief."
"That she is," The Chief laughed and pointed ahead, "And now we are approaching our training grounds."
Ahead, huts, houses and other places went away as I see a long field. In the field there were many 20-ter circular training spaces with wooden barricades. Inside the training spaces I saw semi-naked n and won fighting each other.
There weren’t only n fighting n and won fighting won, I also saw n and won fighting together in that reasonably relaxed ground of mud.
Most of the fights were one-on-one, but there were a few two-on-on, two-on-two, three-on-three and others.
Everyone was tall and most of them had brown complexions with few white. Yet with the color difference, there was no disparity between them as they all fought with the sa fight thirsty grin.
The fighters wore nothing but just their underwear which were tightly bound and had little space to hide their privates. Especially so of the won, most of the strong builds had smaller breasts, but those with the bigger ones, their fights definitely jiggled up the excitent.
"YEARH! Thrash em to the ground!"
"Beat his skull in!"
As expected, the fights also had its spectators. There weren’t betting or anything, just watching and comnting peacefully. Most of the watchers were adults and waiting for the fight to end before having theirs. So were children who looked at the fight with curious excitent and scread insults before being bashed by an adult.
But what excited were the Lady Garnts and the Power.
Each fighter had trendous amount of physical power as they punched, kicked or thrashed a fighter to the ground. It didn’t matter if it was n or won, both genders sprang out a level of power that shouldn’t be possible through their physical trait.
I could feel the ground tremor from their movent. Seeing them made my blood boil as I wanted to twist their strong, durable bodies to a pathetic pulp.
’Oh my, I’m getting sidetracked, hehe.’
I cover my mouth to hide any suspicious grins that might have co up as I mutter, "They are quite enthusiastic I see."
The Chief nods, "Every one of them has great fighting spirits. I am proud of all of my children."
"Are they?"
"Hm?"
"Your children I an?"
"...Of course not." There was so suspicious delay there, man.
The Chief turned to the fights, "Even though they are not directly my blood, I see them as my own."
"And I see that you put both n and won against each other as well."
"Yes, We of the Wodonic tribe don’t separate fighters because of their gender. If they want to fight, they are welcod to spar and make their rit."
"That’s good." I smile, "Most of our won are either talking behind our backs or emptying our pockets with extrely unnecessary amount of clothes."
I hear a snort to the side and turn to hear, "It sounds like your won are all lazy bums."
"Well, technically not lazy, just more beauty oriented."
"What’s beauty going to do in a battlefield?" Illythia gave a winning smirk, "Not all opponents can be defeated with seduction."
"Yes... but that’s not for those woman. They are just prepping themselves for a lifeti of servitude."
"What? To who?"
"To the one they’ll marry." Illythia didn’t understand what I ant but the old Chief did as his aged eyes flashed slightly.
Then we moved through the training ground as I felt multiple gazes placing behind my back. They didn’t say or act weirdly when I was watching them, probably because of the Chief beside .
"This is my humble abode." The Chief brought to a one story wooden house. Not only was the house bigger than the others, but it looked better too with extra layered walls.
We got up the small four step stair before stopping in front of the door. The Chief and his granddaughter took off their sandals and got inside as I had to leave mine as well.
"Would you like our Tribe’s special tea?"
"I would."
"Illythia," The Chief gave a word as she went away and his eyes settled on .
"What do you think of my Granddaughter?"
"Hm?" I think for a mont, "She’s a strong gal. Definitely fit to lead this tribe in the future."
The Chief smiled, "I believe so as well. She is a bright girl with strong head. You know, my granddaughter is one of the strongest won of this tribe. Many n have showed interest in her."
"Is that so?" I smile accurately.
"Yes, but alas... she is not interested in bonding with anyone. She is quite stubborn with her choice. With how it’s going, I don’t think I’ll be able to live long enough to see so great grandchildren." He sighed.
"Don’t worry, I believe her match is not far away." I smile knowingly.
"Oh... are you interested in my granddaughter?" The Chief said with a smile.
I smile, "How couldn’t I be? She’s very beautiful."
The Chief smiled and slowly nodded.
"What are you two talking about?" Illythia asked as she ca with a tray and two clay cups.
"We were talking about your marriage with ."
"What!" She slamd the tray down and if not for , both cups would have fallen. "Is it true, Grandfather?!"
"Hahaha" The Chief only laughed as Illythia’s expression darkened.
I smile while quietly sipping the bland dark green tea.
The Chief was only asking in talk. By no ans did he actually think of and Illythia together. Despite how he behaved, the guy hated outsiders as well.
It took Arthur a lot of fighting, with both enemy and friendly sides before getting the damn approval from the tribe to fuck.
After that, we both drank the tasteless tea and talked about the deal. Just as Seman said, the Chief tried his best to negotiate with to lower the price and lengthen the contract date.
And I have to say, the old guy’s rhetoric skill showed with his aged. If my past life’s skill of holding onto money didn’t ca with , I would have definitely buckled down to his persuasion.
Yet, I only showed the man pots filled with no promises. Finally, he stopped when he saw that he wouldn’t be able to penetrate my thick almost shaless skin and sighed, "Illythia, please escort our guest back."
I get up and show the tribes bow, "It was a pleasure to talk with you."
The guy only waved tiredly as I walked out with Illythia.
After so ti, when we were close to the gate, she spoke, "I am much better than your kind of won."
"What?"
"I ant that nobody would ever deny to marry soone like ." Illythia said showing her strong bicep yet not captivating her actual strongest asset, her jugs.
"I can deny tha- Wait... were you thinking about that all this ti?"
"...So what if I was, you shaless scrooge!"
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