After the hunter dropped the deer and looked at me with surprise, my desperation took hold, and I impulsively reached for my dagger, launching myself at him. However, my weakened state and lack of sustenance rendered my attack feeble and ineffective. With ease, the hunter effortlessly overpowered me, swiftly disarming and subduing me.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying in the hunter's old house. The savory scent of deer soup wafted through the air, and I realized the hunter had tended to my wounds and cared for me. He sat beside me, his face impassive, yet his eyes gleamed with curiosity.
Valor Steelthorn, a skilled individual, introduced himself to me. He looked into my eyes and asked, "What's your name?" I replied confidently, "Axel." Impressed by my gaze and abilities, Valor Steelthorn said, "I admire your skill. Will you become my disciple?"
In a firm and unwavering voice, I embraced the opportunity before me. "Ready to become your disciple," I declared, my words resolute and filled with determination.
After recovering, my master and I delved into the deep forest, a realm that felt like a different world altogether. Towering trees surrounded us, creating a majestic and awe-inspiring atmosphere. The forest's beauty was undeniable, yet it harbored hidden perils. Every step we took was filled with both wonder and caution.
As we ventured deeper into the wilderness, a formidable wild boar appeared before us. My master, ever the skilled hunter, saw an opportunity to impart a lesson. "Watch closely, Axel," he commanded.
With unwavering precision, my master's arrows found their mark, piercing through the boar's formidable defense. The thunderous thud of hooves against the forest floor reverberated through the air as the boar pressed forward with unwavering determination.
With the agility of a ghost, my master dodged the boar's charging attacks, his body flowing with the rhythm of the battle. In a seamless motion, he unsheathed his dagger, ready to strike with deadly precision.
With a single, well-placed strike, my master's dagger brought an end to the boar's rampage. The creature collapsed to the ground, its fierce energy silenced. After ensuring the boar was truly defeated, my master and I made our way back home, carrying the spoils of our successful hunt.
Under my master's guidance, I learned the art of butchering, carefully separating the meat from the boar's body. He taught me the importance of preserving and storing food in this wild environment, sharing his knowledge on techniques such as smoking and curing to ensure our sustenance would last.