A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

The Jugachi elder is shaking.

It seemed at last that he was quite old.

However, the brain is still clear,

"She often saved my great-grandson Aisha and this village."

And asked for a handshake. Their hands are powerful.

He used to fly the bow a kilometer in the past.

Indeed, it is the people of the grassland, but what is more worrisome is the statement of the elder.

"Are you the great-grandson of the head of the Jugachi?"

When I asked Aisha, he laughed, "Hey, actually."

However, it will be corrected.

"He has twenty-eight children, ninety-two grandchildren, and the great-grandchild has countless numbers."

It is not an exaggeration to say that most of the village is related.

Indeed, a terrible head. He said.

"Well, that's not going to replace my great-grandson. I'm really glad she helped.

When the chimp claps her hands, women in beautiful folk costumes come.

Older than Aisha. Looks like mother generation.

They have a bottle with horse milk in their hands.

The guest seems to drink this quickly.

As an adult I can drink but not so strong.

However, I'm sorry to refuse, so go quickly. Well, my throat and stomach seemed to burn.

Lunamaria has refused for religious reasons.

The shrine maiden of the Earth Mother God says she should not drown in pleasure.

Leah was drinking horse milk, saying, "It's a very solid god." It's a pretty good drink.

The party begins when the three people have a welcome drink.

The car seat is completed around us.

A feast begins with the bonfire.

Luna Maria, who cannot drink horse milk, drank goat's milk in grassland tea called Loca tea.

Tea with plenty of sugar and butter, relax your cheeks and say "sweet and delicious."

I was given a sip, but the unique aroma and gentle mouthfeel seemed to be a habit.

Or rather, I thought it was better than horse milk, so I switched to Loca tea from the second cup.

In the grassland people, those who are strong in sake are respected, but nonetheless, there seems to be no culture of forcibly drinking sake to the guests, so switching to Loca tea did not say anything.

Rather, a strange eye goes to the rear that drinks like a girl though it is a laugh.

"I don't get drunk like this," says even the best drinker in Jukachi village.

I wanted to be strong enough to drink someday, but I didn't want to be like her.

Luna Maria seems to have had a similar impression, laughing bitterly. Observing the amount of each liquor in such a way, the dishes are carried one after another.

All have a delicious smell.

"It's a meadow feast."

Aisha serving with smiles. Explain cooking.

"This is a boiled sheep meat with tomatoes. A chili pepper accent. This is a bun of ground sheep meat. It comes out with a lot of juice. The hamburger steak is also delicious."

It is a flesh. When she is convinced that she is a nomad who pretends to livestock, she receives a horse meat hamburger.

The gravy spreads in the mouth. Because it is horse meat, it is refreshing.

This is delicious, and usually Luna Maria, a crude food, also made a big impression.

"This is great. I use spices and sauce to eliminate the smell."

And asked how to make it. I want to act on me during the adventure.

Aisha will tell you well, but it is unlikely that only minced horse meat can be imitated.

It seems that anything that is minced with horse meat is naturally created by placing horse meat on a horse saddle and shaking it while driving. It's a nomadic recipe.

When I'm convinced, Leah says, "I can't do it because my ass isn't so big." I haven't heard it, but I ignore it.

After enjoying the full course of nomads, a young man made of horse milk starts dancing.

The dance has been passed down to the nomads for generations, and it is a simple and simple dance.

We enjoyed dancing and cooking while the claps of the nomads resounded and enjoyed it until late into the night.