Sougen no Okite ~Shii Yatsu ga Moteru, Ii Buzoku ni Umarekawatta zo~ Chapter 1

Life after reincarnation

I felt the wind fluttering in the grassland on my skin.
14 years flew by after my reincarnation.

I was given the name Jumuka.

While still being a child I observed the lifestyle and eating habits here, and made a guess that I had been reborn into some kind of mongolian equestrian tribe.

I love polishing my martial arts skills.

By the way, this isn’t Earth. Because there’s magic.
I already had knowledge about swords and bows from my past life so I focused on training with magic.

When I indulged in meditation, the horse I’m straddling neighed with *bururun*.

I gave orders to the dog under my feet and it started running and barking, the horses who are eating grasses and drink water gathered around me.

Way in the back is my pet dog who kept watch so that the horses wouldn’t get lost.
Me and the horses entered the tribe’s settlement, then I closed the door into our settlement.

「Father、that’s all。」

I entered the mongolian-like house and finished today’s report to my father who’s inside.

「Fumu、good job、you can just train for the rest of the day」

「Understood。」

I went outside and entered the training space for swords and bows.

The adults do individual training while the kids were taught how to use a bow by other adults.

The target is 50 steps away.

With one eye closed I fired the arrow and immediately prepared another one. Three arrows were fired consecutively
People arround observed my arrows.

「One missed。」

I sighed at my unskilled arms and from the distance the girls’ cheers could be heard.
Girls aren’t allowed to enter the training ground.

「The third one also hit don’t you think！」

「But even so」

My best friend Obudai spoke to me and I looked at the target.

Even if I said it missed it was still within the black center circle of the target.

「No matter how you look, one still missed。」

「Where the hell did you look、there are only several adults who can pierce an arrow to its head like that at 20 steps distance、but this is 50 steps and it’s also rapid fire、what the hell are you really！」

「But、on the battlefield where you sit on a horse it’s more difficult to attack isn’t it？So you should perfect your skills when you’re standing on the ground」

「Even like this is more than enough！」

「No no、that’s no good」

「Nah、un、I know that it’s pointless to say anything to you but、un、sorry。 Resume your training」

「Okay」

I recollected the arrows and prepared my bow again.

I once again did a rapid-fire, this time all 3 arrows hit.

Sometimes after training I moved further back and tried one last shot from more than 50 steps away.

My specialty is wind magic.

The moment the arrow left my hand it soared through the air and destroy the target in its center, then stuck to the mud wall in the back.

「HEEY、Jumuka！」

A man angrily approached me.

「What is it？Muruaka-sama」

This person Muruaka serves as a good Head Warrior and he’s also the successor of the tribe’s head family.

「How many times have I told you to not break the target！」

「I’m very sorry。」

I obediently apologized and went away from the place.

After warming up with some practice swings I looked for a training partner.

Occasionally I decide to fight with powerful people.

Those people have high expectations for my future so they take turn to keep me accompany.
Honestly it was inevitably harsh.

After I was done training with the sword I went home.
My half-sibling is watching over the sheeps near my house.

「Welcome back、Jumuka-sama」

「I’m home」

The person I just greeted now was my half-older brother, but his mother was of a lower social status so he called me “-sama”.

I entered the house when the women (my mom, step-mom, and sisters) were cooking. Around them were the still very young kids who were playing with sheep bones.

「Father I’m home。」

「Oh you’re back、have a drink」

Father took the container and poured me a cup of white sake.

It’s a pretty strong alcohol made from horse milk.
I got used to drinking since I was a kid.

「Fumu、that’s a good way of drinking。」

As I was praised by father my brothers returned from training.

My oldest brother sat down next to father and started sipping on his sake.
My second and third older brother, as well as three younger brothers also received sake from father.

「I was able to do it。」

Just when everyone finish their drinks the food was ready.

My father sat in the chief seat in the center and the wives including my mother lined up in lower seats.

The female servants were also called out to sit with us.

That said, they sat in even lower seats than us sons.

And then the servant girl’s sons, wives’ daughters, servant girls’ daughters also lined up

Then next is the servant girls who gave birth to boys and their sonsAnd lastly is the daughters’ turn to eat.

After the meal my three older brothers exited the house and each went to their own neighboring house.

I can have a wife when I’m matured enough but I can only be recognized as independent when I have a wife. (TN: 成人すると妻を持てるが妻を持つのは一人前と認められて独立が認められた場合である。)

Night in the grassland is cold.
The kids jumbled their bodies together for warmth.

Midnight, I was waken up by loud breathing sounds and watery noises.

Father swung his hips violently, and shove into the servant girl below.

「How’s it！How’s it！」

「Master、harder。 Do it harder。」

I strained my eyes and saw that it was Ymir.

Watching father and Ymir and their violent act my thing became hard.

I felt anguished so I decided to not look anymore and went to sleep.

It’s morning so I went outside, the girls could be seen started going out to gather firewood and water.

Morning is gradually getting colder.

Then I’ll also mature huh…

Just in case, calendars from the southern city were imported to this grassland, but we don’t use it too much.

Spring season, summer season, and snow season.

Summer season goes on from when Roux flowers bloom until the first snowflake falls.

Everyone ages all at once when their born season comes.

While having breakfast I was able to sit there and stare at the legs and butts of the girls come and go to draw water.

Grassland people’s clothing resembles the Manchuria bandits. In other words, china-dresses.
Slits are the best.

Chapter end