Fortunately, the men with weapons like the spears I had encountered at first were nowhere to be seen. There just happened to be no one around the entrance.
After taking a deep breath and opening the leather door, I was about to go out when the girl behind me suddenly grabbed my hand.
Her hands, shaking finely, were transmitted to my whole body.
"Ma...Mako! Oh...Kada!"
"······"
As expected, an unknown language came out of her mouth. But I could feel the truth in her eyes, which were filled with fear.
"What are you trying to say?"
"······"
She let out a short sigh as if she was frustrated, and this time she spoke using hand gestures.
"Mako! Okada! Samaka! Lucky!"
"······"
I tried my best to understand what she was trying to say. That doesn't mean I wasn't wary of my surroundings. My gaze stopped at one place, following her gesture.
A wound on the leg. Looking back, I had big and small wounds all over my body, but fortunately, they weren't bad enough to require surgery at the hospital.
Again the girl pointed to the wound and said:
"You can't go out because of your injury?"
"Ugh!"
The conversation still hasn't gone through, but is there sincerity? The girl went to a corner and brought out two crudely made wooden bowls.
One is water, the other is food that looks like porridge. I frowned involuntarily at the sight of the unsanitary wooden bowl.
"You want me to eat it?"
When I pretended to eat, the girl nodded.
"Ugh!"
"······"
I was troubled for a moment. I don't know how many days it had been since I woke up, but I was so hungry that my stomach was about to explode.
'We might not be able to get food for a while. For now, it would be better to eat.'
But before that, it was necessary to check whether this food and water had been laced with any strange drugs or poisons.
In a strange place, and with someone you've just met, they offer you food out of kindness? Unless you're a fool, you can't help but be suspicious.
I gestured to the girl with a suspicious look for her to try the food and water first. The girl with unusually thick double eyelids nodded with a slightly disappointed expression, as if she understood my intention.
Her actions were unstoppable. The girl brought the bowls of water and food in her hands to her mouth one after another, then raised her head with sparkling eyes as if nothing was wrong.
"······"
I waited in awkward silence for a moment, as symptoms might not appear right away.
'I guess you didn't ride anything strange.'
I took the wooden bowl she held in both hands and drank it slowly, as if rinsing my mouth with water. I didn't have any particular stomachache or sore throat.
It was so clean water that it was embarrassing to even doubt it. After quenching my thirst with some water, my eyes naturally turned to the food that looked like porridge.
'There's no harm in being cautious.'
Still looking at me with suspicion, I slowly began to eat the porridge with the wooden spoon the girl had handed me.
'Is it corn porridge?'
Although it was a bit bland because there was no liver, it was delicious enough to leave a rich flavor lingering in my mouth.
Before I knew it, I had finished the porridge so cleanly that you could see the bottom of the bowl. The girl was smiling happily at me like that.
"Moroc! Mako!"
"······"
When the girl gestured for more, I nodded without shame, still not fully full.
"thank you."
The girl who had received the wooden bowl turned around and walked towards the earthenware jar inside the hut.
'The corn porridge is still warm, so I guess it was just made.'
At that moment, screams were heard one after another from outside. The girl who was about to eat the porridge was surprised, and I, who was waiting for the porridge, was surprised too.
I quickly turned around, opened the leather door, and looked outside. The people I had seen earlier were running around frantically in all directions.
And someone was chasing them.
'What are those guys?'
A group of about twenty young men were running towards us, armed with clubs and spears. Their appearance and clothing were very similar to those of the people here.
However, the hairstyle was different. Should I call it a Marine Corps hairstyle instead of a hedgehog head? Rather than that···
'Mohawk hairstyle?'
In addition, his face was painted red and black, as if he had used camouflage cream.
Adadadadadadadada! Adadadadadadadada!
They appeared to be intruders and began to disperse in groups of two or three, screaming and searching for prey. And soon after, the first victim appeared.
An old man who doesn't carry a weapon. He fell to the ground with half his face horribly sunk by the mercilessly swinging club.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
As if to confirm the kill, the intruders beat the motionless old man's head so hard that it cracked. I frowned involuntarily at the murder scene I saw for the first time right before my eyes.
My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking. To be honest, I was scared. I've been practicing Taekwondo and Hapkido for quite some time, but I've never once trained with the intention of killing someone.
I just practiced sparring to subdue and win against my opponent. That's why the sight of a person dying was so shocking.
I took a deep breath and tried to remain as calm as possible.
'Calm down. Calm down.'
A loud warning sound continued to ring in my head, signaling a crisis.
'They are intruders.'
I don't know about my allies, but I could tell at a glance who the enemy was. Meanwhile, several intruders began to catch the fleeing young women one by one.
Young women, weeping and screaming, fell to their knees and raised their hands in protest. And some intruders were searching the hut for old men.
"Ukaryu! Makka! Merina!"
"Aka!"
As the man who appeared to be the leader of the invaders gave bold orders, the young men following him began to move more busily.
At that moment, the girl inside the shack had a look of fear in her eyes and expression, as if she was looking at the situation outside through a crack in the door.
"Pequot! Akari! Moko!
"······"
I don't know what it means, but I think it probably means I should run away from here. Without even having time to calm her down, I turned my head and looked at the situation outside.
Several old men were dragged out of the hut and again met a gruesome death.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
There were more women kneeling on the floor than before, and children were crying with expressions of fear and terror, not knowing what was going on.
And the intruders who had been searching the shack were gradually approaching us. At that moment, a strange notification sound came into my head.
[Tiring!]
[A quest has occurred.]
[Quest: Take out the warriors of the vicious Pequot tribe.]
[Reward: A small amount of experience points.]
I stared blankly at the messages that appeared and disappeared before my eyes with a surprised expression.
'What is this?'
I didn't even hurt my head, and when I started experiencing strange hallucinations and auditory hallucinations in the midst of the turbulent outside world, he lightly slapped me on the cheek.
'Wake up, you punk!'
He quickly closed the leather door and motioned for the girl, who was stamping her feet at a loss, to be quiet.
"······"
She nodded with tearful eyes. I picked up the unburned firewood again.
'If you run outside right now, you might attract the attention of the intruders.'
First, let's get rid of it inside. Although there were many of them, the intruders were small, less than 165 cm tall.
'If I just plan well, I think I can deal with it somehow...'
Of course, I couldn't deal with all those people at once. Because there is no business in the open. But I couldn't just accept it.
Based on their actions so far, I don't think they'll spare me. We plan to deal with the intruders with appropriate hit-and-run or run-away tactics.
While I was gathering my thoughts, the intruders were quickly approaching the shack where I was. I closed the leather door again and tried to visualize how I would take them down.
And as their footsteps drew closer, my heart started beating faster and my hands got sweaty. I tried to calm my excitement by catching my breath.
At that moment, the leather door opened.
"······"
I was hiding by the door, waiting with bated breath for anyone to come in.
'I don't think the country will come in right away.'
The girl who was with me in the shack saw the intruders between the doors, let out a short scream and stepped back with eyes full of fear.
Could it be that the intruders let their guard down for a moment? A group of three intruders entered the hut, each armed with a club.
'now!'
He hit the intruder's head hard with a wooden stick, exposing the back of his head.
'puck!'
With a loud crash, the wooden log shattered into pieces, and the unconscious intruder fell forward helplessly. The intruder who had forced his way through the entrance was seen hesitating.
I immediately grabbed the end of the spear and pulled it inside. The intruder, who had been dragged into the shack in an instant without being able to let go of the window, looked at me with a very bewildered expression.
I took advantage of the force I had been pulled into me and struck the intruder's chin with my right hand, which was holding the spear together with my left.
puck!
I heard the sound of my jawbone cracking. I fainted again this time. The intruder fell helplessly to the floor.
"Maracara! Maracara! Maca!"
"······"
The intruder outside screamed loudly to call his colleagues nearby. I picked up the club and the stone spear that had fallen on the floor one by one.
He placed the heavy wooden club inside his boxer shorts so that it wouldn't fall out, and quickly raised the spear with both hands.
It felt different from the spear I had trained with, but I thought it could be used as a weapon. I turned my head and looked at the girl inside the shack.
The girl looked at me with amazement as I knocked down two intruders in one go.
"Stay here for a moment. I'll lure them to the other side. Then run away."
"······"
It seemed like he didn't understand what I was saying, but I didn't have time to explain in detail with gestures. Outside, the sound of more intruders approaching was heard.
Adadadadadadadadadada! Adadadadadada!
I stuck the tip of the spear out the door and swung it quickly from side to side while maintaining a safe distance. The intruder outside the door quickly backed away, thinking I was attacking him.
I didn't miss the opportunity and ran outside. I saw the intruder, who was holding a spear like me, look startled for a moment upon seeing my appearance and body.
Would an intruder who looked a head smaller than them have been laughable? I felt confident that I could deal with the invaders.
I didn't miss the moment when the intruder hesitated before my eyes and attacked him right away. He moved forward and swept the floor, hitting the intruder's leg hard with the spear.
Phew!
As the intruder in front of me fell to the ground from the sudden attack, I flew again and slammed the spear up and down hard.
puck!
The intruder, who was hit squarely in the head, lost consciousness with his face covered in blood. After dealing with the three in an instant, I quickly looked around.
Five on the left, six on the right. And then there were seven people running towards me in front of me, frighteningly.
'Damn it! We can't get surrounded.'
Hut – Wigwam, a hut dwelling of Native Americans who lived a nomadic life in the northeastern United States. A dome-shaped house made by bending several saplings together, tying the tops together, and making walls with dry grass or tree bark.