Running to my house, it seems that my parents had already evacuated, and the fire of the fire has gone out.
I assume you took out the quail for self-defense.
I would have taken my spear with me, but with a bitter smile, I take a vial of poison and add a little water.
The poison in the vial is a hunting poison directly from Mr. Van and is usually kept dry. Mix water and use it when heading for the hunt. It works without mixing water, but the adhesion necessary to put it in the gutter of the spear (poisonous fossa) comes out.
Confirming that the contents of the vial have regained sufficient viscosity, I grab two spears and a set of bows and jump out of the house.
If the bear you're looking for is food, you're not going to use it.
In case you come to the church and try to attack someone, I'm going to swing it for defense.
I have never had a bear before, so I am not willing to actively fight without Mr Van's support.
Well, that's what I thought, and if the situation doesn't allow it, we're going to fight.
Having come to see the church, I encountered a black giant.
I've hunted deer before.
I've hunted pigs before.
I've seen snakes before.
I've been through wolves before.
Both of them felt that their lives were in danger.
Even a deer who is caught in a trap swings his horns and tries to kick him off with his tough legs.
But that giant creature walking gently to the door of the church, more life-threatening than any previous experience, warns the spinal chill.
The wild bear knew the surroundings with such violent intimidation just by appearance.
Why does the bear approach a church full of people?
There are several possibilities.
I followed the wild vegetable pickers and came here.
I became interested in people's voices.
I've had contact with people before.
I don't care about them.
The question is what to do with people in the church.
Bears are miscellaneous. I eat animals, I eat plants. I don't eat a lot of people, but it's also said that once you learn the flavor, only people eat it.
This season when bears wake up from hibernation, the mouth drips with salivation, and now bears only seem to be moving with appetite in mind.
When you look back at the bear's eyes when you notice me, your feelings get stronger.
The most primitive killer is the same color as the appetite.
I'm going to eat.
I wish I had stringed my bow when I was at home. It's unlikely to give me time to string long.
I give up using a bow and throw it on the ground, and I stick a spear to the ground.
Then, I gently poisoned the remaining spear and called out to the opponent, staring at me with my rotten eyes.
"Welcome to this village, Bear Hall. What the hell do you want?
In response to a friendly greeting, the opponent responded with a fierce roar.
It may be a nice greeting, but because I don't understand live hatred and bear language, it only sounds like intimidation that makes me feel afraid.
"Well, don't be so sudden... If you're just hungry, I'm not your enemy. If you need food, I can give you just a little."
The bear looks around and checks for signs.
He's a careful man, checking for enemies other than me.
"What do you say, do nothing, fill your stomach a little and go back to the woods. I think we can both be satisfied."
The bear stood up and roared again with intimidation, as if I were the enemy.
The volume that hurts your ears falls from far above your head to the bottom of your stomach.
I suppose this is what I would say if I were to get rid of a cold heart.
Sure, I'm afraid.
But threats don't work for me.
Because I know fear above this. Immune to fear.
"Apparently, you're not going home alone. I'm not going to stand by and watch this village be destroyed."
This is my village.
There are exaggerations and misrepresentations, but this is my village.
This is my village, where I woven the will and the knowledge I took out of the book based on the hope I gained from the book and spinned it as an ideal dream story.
Ideally, it's still a long way off.
I still can't reach my dreams.
If this is a book, it's only the first or second page of my faint dream story.
This is my village.
"If you're going to break it, that's fine. I declare."
A very low temperature will to penetrate the spine from the cerebral medulla and fill the whole body - killing intent.
"Bear Hall. Undoubtedly, I am your enemy."
You reacted to my murderous intentions, or the bear stopped the threat and set off a rush.
I think the giant body is approaching at an astonishing speed, and soon the thick arms will come out.
Evasion was done with reflection. is throwing herself forward to scratch the right arm of the attacking bear. If you retreat, they'll just knock you out.
No problem. My head keeps calm even before the wild bear kills.
The bear stopped rushing after me as I ran sideways.
Turn around on a four-legged walk, faster, and I'll hold a poison spear and storm it sideways.
After as much acceleration as possible, the full-bodied prick pierced the base of the right arm of the turned bear.
It's not a roar of intimidation, it's a scream. But it's wild, and the bears aren't broken.
If you keep swinging in the giant body, the tip of the spear will break (because of that structure) and be swinging.
I stepped on it, in front of the bear, full of gaps.
The bear's left arm was shaken at the same time as I took a defensive stance with an aggressively broken spear.
Ugh!
After a moment, I couldn't perceive what had happened.
All I know is that the handle of the spear was shattered, I was blown away, and I had a frightening cold feeling on my right arms.
The handle of the spear broke because it couldn't stand the blow of a bear.
I was blown away because I weighed too little and just scratched a blow.
And the cold sensation on the right arm, as you can see visually, is that the nerves are directly exposed to the air as a result of sneaking meat off the bear's nails. Except for that part, the blood that sprays out is so warm and pleasant.
The bear wonders if the tip of the spear left at the base of his right arm is uncomfortable or if he can't get it out.
In that gap, I break the sleeve of the ripped right arm and try to stop the bleeding. Tighten torn sleeves so that knots appear under your right arm.
If you compress the thick blood vessels under your armpits, it won't bleed out from there, so it seems that the hemostasis effect is excellent.
I'll experiment on my own from now on. If we survive, we'll record it in the lab notebook.
"Oh, are you ready?
Almost simultaneously, the bear was ready for battle.
However, unlike me, who did the first aid, the spear's tip remained intact. Meanwhile, it seems difficult to walk without applying force to my right arm.
The poison is starting to circulate.
Still, the boulder is a giant bear. It still takes time to fall. According to Mr. Van, who has a lot of practical experience, it is better to watch it for three minutes until he can't move.
I have two minutes left.
My bleeding probably won't last much longer.
Even now, I feel like my feet have changed to an uncertain mucus form without consciousness.
"We don't need each other's right arms, we have a time limit. What do you want me to do?"
Of course, in that case, I may be saved, but there will be no bears. Must be down near the entrance to the woods.
Does the bear know that? Either way, if you don't want to leave here, you run towards me.
In response, I move carefully and in a hurry, as decided beforehand.
I threw the handle of the spear in my left hand at the face of the bear and rushed under the other spear into the gap where the bear had lost sight of me.
I held my spear and turned to the bear at the same time that the bear ran into me again.
This time, I won't run either. He puts a spear stone on the ground and turns to the tip of the bear.
Spearmen who intercept cavalry raids will probably feel this way.
The only technique that protects me against the earth of the heavy object that comes towards me is a thin stick in my hand.
Afraid. Definitely afraid.
If the opponent does not change direction, even if he stabs the spear, the giant will fall on himself with momentum. That alone puts you at risk of dying.
It's a bad bet. It's only natural to be afraid.
But the bear should be scared, too. Go poke yourself at the tip of a sharp spear. The tip is in danger of dying enough.
The fear of dying and the fear of dying.
This is a bravery comparison.
I also use my right arm, which has little power, and hold my spear securely. Then, with the help of the ground, we can only penetrate that heavy object.
Your pulse rises.
Tension increases oxygen consumption and makes your breathing rough.
But the tip doesn't sway.
I'm dying right now, and I'm dying right in front of you. But more than that, the experience of fear supports me.
A brave bear hall.
Living in the wild, you may have been seriously injured.
Perhaps you've been chased down to the edge of death.
But I can assure you.
You're not the only one who's really been dead, are you?
The last pulsation of the heart. Breathe out and don't move. Disappearing vision. A pure wind sound that is not disturbed by the body's lifestyle sound for the first time in your life. One by one, the grains of consciousness disappear.
With this dead fear, there is nothing else to be afraid of.
I can resist the fear of death with the fear of death.
The absolute difference divided the life and death of me and the bear, which collided with each other one more step.
The bear stood up with two hind legs to show off its gigantic body.
"You've lost, fear!
At the last resort, the bear was defeated by fear.
Rushing momentum fades, and the bear turns to flee from the tip of the spear.
However, the acceleration associated with the giant to reach even one ton cannot be stopped at that level. Towards the spear, a giant bear collapses.
All I have to do is adjust the tip to the heart.
After the vivid feeling of penetrating thick things, a soft pulsating response and a shock to the spear.
Ugh!
As the spear broke unbearably, the bear giant grabbed half of me and sank to the ground.
"In the last resort... this is the end of a horseman defeated by fear."
The bear's intention to flee to the right was fulfilled after it was too late, with the help of a spear.
I'm the one who survived.
The next question is whether we will survive.
The cut on the right arm is deep. The bleeding has gotten much better, but it hasn't stopped.
Heavy bleeding. Infection caused by pus in the wound. Healing and treatment are important.
When I noticed, I sat down on my knees.
Oh no, my memory is flying a little. You must remain conscious.
There are signs of people around me. My eyes don't look good.
No, I'm closing my eyes. My eyelids are very heavy.
It is unlikely that I can treat this by myself. Someone has to do it.
"Do not unbandage my right arm until the hemostasis is complete."
Any further bleeding should be avoided as the transfusion is not possible.
"Wound ointment... please use the medicine in my house"
Infections should reduce damage with aloe and beeswax wounds.
"If possible, please sew the wound. The bandage is not too tight if the bleeding stops."
If the bloodstream stops completely, the healing should not begin.
What are the remaining precautions?
"Yes, bear. Bears are poisonous, so if you want to eat them, put them through the fire."
No, wait.
This has nothing to do with it. It may be important, but my body is more important.
But if possible, I want you to keep the bear meat for food. I want to eat it when I get through this injury too.
In the tenth year of this world, this bear brought me to the brink of death.
I'll eat you, and I'll live.
I will definitely live for you.
Are you gonna die? I still have a lot to do.
Live.