Late night settlement. Most sleep. I can hear Hyun-hyun and his sword cutting the wind while I see the lights shining making children.
Everyone waves their swords on a quiet night. If you listen, you can hear two or three other people waving their swords.
I, Yurin, do routine training. [M]
After I finish waving my sword, I take off all my clothes and wipe my body. [M]
And rely only on the moonlight to train the bow.
It is impossible to find an arrow without targeting it. If you fail to retrieve the arrows, you will be pissed off by the evening workouts.
I grabbed my arm.
"Thin...... I've never met him, but you heard Master Jumka has arms as thick as the torso of a thin woman... Good luck."
I mourn my muscleless arms, retrieve all the arrows, return them to the warehouse of the house, return to everyone and go to bed.
I am a child of a slave wife. The warm center where everyone is gathered will be occupied by my wife's children but now I think that was a good idea. Because you can't get out or sneak back in after everyone's asleep.
My admirer. Master Jumka and Master Jumel.
Master Jumka is currently the only great warrior in the meadow who already succeeded in bird crashing before he was grown up.
Master Jumel is a great warrior promoted from a fighter who appeared a long time ago to a medium warrior.
They are both great warriors in the meadows who have successfully crusaded Bran.
I respect and admire those two, too.
That's why I work out sparingly while I sleep at night.
Actually, I've been successful in shooting down bats in the meantime. The training of technology is not a problem.
But...... I've been working out for almost a year and I don't have any muscles at all.
I really regret it. I cursed my birth body as usual before I went to bed.
I'd be fifteen if summer came too...
Early the next morning. My mother (my brother's slave wife) pissed me off when I was working out last night. [M]
The men who have been fighting over the territory have returned.
All the men who came home look dark.
Probably lost.
The opponent is Longa with Master Jumka and Master Jumel. Everyone predicted from the start that they couldn't win.
But if you're challenged, you're not allowed to run away. Only if the scale is different from digit to digit if it is allowed. On a scale alone, my tribe is on par with Longa.
Will sheep, horses and women be taken from this tribe...
My brother called me. [M]
"Yulin, my tribe lost. And we must make reparations. There is one burden in this House. You know what I'm talking about."
I bit off a word of my brother in me.
"Yes, I'm the oldest of the sisters. That's why I'm being presented as Longa's slave wife."
"Not at all, again, ha, fix it. That wording. Well, that's what happens."
My brother scolded me again. The way I'm called is the way boys call me when they're little. [M] But I call myself me.
I can't cure you if I want to.
"But will I be okay? I think my breasts are bigger than the same year, but my buttocks and hips are thinner. Isn't my sister better than me?
When I say my sister, she's only born about forty days later than me and she's the same age, and she's taller than me and her breasts are just a little smaller than mine, but she has a big ass and a big hip.
"Well, Longa's chief told me to give it in the order of the woman I could give it as a slave wife."
Think of your brother's words.
Maybe that was due to the death of the adults in the Empire three years ago.
I guess it's a good idea to get rid of the woman who's excess with the woman who can give birth to the child quickly.
My sisters are the oldest of my sisters because they are quickly finding someone to marry and going to Spiritual Mountain.
"You're smart, but your butt and hips are smaller. Some may like it with its big breasts, but you'll be a lucky, normal warrior, or worse yet, a warrior's slave wife"
Right, right, my hips have gotten cuddly since I started hiding and working out, and my buttocks have gotten smaller, and maybe a good person won't be your husband.
I only sighed once thinking so.
morning to be given as a slave wife.
There were about twenty women gathered in the square of the settlement.
Everyone here is given as a slave wife.
"You, resign! I will be given to you as Longa's slave wife."
"What are you talking about! Don't complain now because I'm older."
Something's going on with the sisters.
"With your skill, you can only be a warrior's slave wife if you're a regular warrior or a bad warrior. I should be able to see Jumka and Jumel with my hips and chest."
"What are you talking about! Women are asses! I'm sure you two will see me better with this sturdy ass."
Yeah, you're fighting over which one will be given away as a slave wife, but those two are in very good shape, and maybe they'll really choose between you two. It's none of my business...
"Quiet, stop fighting. Then we can both go. Then let's stop giving one away from home."
After the chief died in battle, the younger brother of the former chief, a substitute for the son of the new chief, stopped the two quarrels.
"Then...... You, get back to Pao."
"Yes, I understand. Too bad."
The woman's person really looked sorry to have gone home. Maybe I'm younger...
"Then I wish you all the best in your contribution. Go!"
The warrior who delivers us to the word of the chief groans, and we move on.
Take turns walking and boarding the carriage to the Longa settlement.
We made it to Longa safely with nothing on the way.
We were picked up in Longa and lined up in the square.
The men are coming together one after another.
Ah! Wow, that big guy, maybe that guy is like Jumka. Rumor has it. Tall tall on really thick arms, hot chest plate even from above clothes. Really cool. That guy's kid's gonna be really strong. Phew.
After the chief's words, the chief came among us.
Each and every one of you, you're looking at your face. Ah! It stopped in front of me.
Surprised. But don't move, don't move.
My chest is untied when I think so. [M]
My breasts are exposed to meadow breezes.
He's wrapped around the front of his skirt... I went around the back. They're rolling up.
"Huh."
I heard some sigh. That's right. You're not going to have a sturdy child with such an ass... I have no choice. Yeah, I can't help it.
The chief then chose the two girls as his slave wives to take them.
The man with the big chest and hips who was fighting before he left had been chosen. You looked so complicated.
Master Jumka is the next one to stand... not!
That one... maybe Master Jumel? He's like a medium warrior, and he definitely is.
Master Jumel is also checking each and every face.
Ah! He stopped in front of me again.
Yeah, he liked his chest and front part, but he looked at his butt again and sighed. I have no choice.
Master Jumel chose the two of them to return to their original positions.
There was a big butt guy in there who was fighting before he left.
I looked at the other one like I was really good at it.
Next, Master Jumka.
Master Jumka is checking each and every one of his faces.
Ah! He stopped in front of me again. But I guess if I saw your ass anyway, I'd take a sigh and go somewhere else... It's really annoying to be in front of you, Master Jumka...... I'm about to burn it in my eyes.
Chest checked, front checked, back checked. Come on, take a sigh, I know.
"What's your name?
Wow! There was Master Jumka in front of me if I'd given up.
Huh? Name? Bullshit!
My name is Yurin.
I was properly answered. Good.
"How old?
"It's fourteen. It'll be fifteen in the summer."
It should be okay so far.
"What about my husband now?
"I'm not here, and I don't"
"What about my mother?
"I'll be a slave wife"
"Hands in front"
Ugh, no! Huh? Master Jumka chose me. What should I do? What should I do? Wow.
I need to get my hands together and get them out front quickly.
Both hands are tied by Master Jumka's hands.
The feel of the rope tells me this is not the world of dreams.
What should I do? Sometimes I can't stop.
After this, I ju... I didn't even remember the ritual of my slave wife with your husband.