Sougen no Okite ~Shii Yatsu ga Moteru, Ii Buzoku ni Umarekawatta zo~ Chapter 6

First battle and Marriage

As I train and go hunting everyday, time passed just like that.

Us Ronga tribe is performing a great movement.

Battle is an essential part of moving.

The Patriarch isn’t stupid enough to pick a fight with the Great forces.

We’ll declare our territory as a Great force.

But, three years ago Ronga tribe tasted hardship when Nan tribe started complaining about Ronga tribe’s territory.

It won the fight with other tribes in three years and it had taken pride in power before.

I sped up the preparations for my first battle.

Leather armor, hat made from hide with a bronze plate at the forehead part

These wings are made from the wings of the birds I shot down during the Bird Hunt test.

The number of people who shot down a 5m in width eagle when it spread its wings is very few.

In other words, people who have wings decoration on their head and fangs decoration on their necks are people from Moderate Fighters, who was promoted from Fighters, to Great Warriors.

It’s normally the job of the wives but I have yet to have one.

「How’s it？」

I asked the three of them for impressions of me wearing the armor.

「「「It’s fantastic nii-sama」」」

They said in beautiful harmony.

「Then I’m off。 」

「「「For your fortune of war」」」

I left the house carrying the longbow, Jumel pulled my favorite horse over.

Honestly my heart is pounding and the blood in my body seems to boil.

I can feel the wind.

Obudai is also showing nervousness all over his face as he looked around restlessly.

My brothers and father are smiling while chatting.
As I approached them they immediately recognized me.

「Jumuka、that wing ornament、it looks good on you」

「Thank you very much。 Father」

「It’s your first battle so don’t do the impossible。 Watch your father and brothers’ movement closely is good enough」

「Yes」

At Muruaka-sama’s signal we all lined up at a specific location.

The location of the grassland where we fight is mutually determined, our corps would go there, line up on the appointed day and then mutually begin the battle.
If you break that appointment other tribes would crush you altogether.

The grassland’s wind hit my cheeks.

Nan tribe’s corps are unfolding 200 steps before us.

The frontline are the Slave Fighters with shields and clubs.

After that are the horse-riding Warriors and their packhorse-driver Fighters

Then the corps started to slowly advance, at 100 step distance the fighters started to engage with bows.

Most of the arrows are stopped by Slave Fighters’ great shields.

Us warriors mounted on the horse while seeing that.

It’s not like it’s fine even if Warriors don’t engage in that bow battle. It’s just that there is a rule about “it’s meaningless if the Warriors’ arrows can’t reach”.

My side is along the favor of the wind.

String’s stretch, good

I set up my bow.

I loaded the arrow with magic.

It is said that you can’t remove the excitement that ruled your body.

The rotating arrow instantly soared towards Nan tribe’s Patriarch’s forehead and pierced through as if it was inhaled in.

Silence wrapped up the whole field.

The people on my side didn’t understand where did that arrow come from.

I took out another arrow from the quiver.

I fired another arrow.

That Great Warrior had a face that said “unbelievable”. Then he fell from his horse.
Almost everyone saw before their eyes such marksmanship and held their breaths.

「Att、Attack」

The Patriarch’s order to attack came out.

Normally the opponent were supposed to respond to the attack.

Because of Ronga’s Warriors shooting from on top of their horses, Slave Fighters, Fighters, Warriors all fell noisily.

Perhaps that second person I killed was probably Nan tribe’s Chief.

A minority of them started to flee in that situation.
We don’t chase people who ran. That’s the grassland law.

「Retreat、Retreeeeeeeat」

A loud voice was heard from Nan tribe’s direction.

I mentioned earlier that we don’t chase people who run.

Retreated opponents might be exterminated later on.

It’s declared to surrounding tribes that the the opponent tribe is an old enemy.

It just that, their defeat will fall rick back on their own tribe.

Ronga tribe doesn’t declare anyone as old enemy, they never got declared too.
Towards the Nan tribe, they’re running away so that is just that.

When a battle ends you have to be careful now.

Many soldiers gathered here.

Warriors and Fighters who are confident in their marksmanship fired their arrows towards the sky altogether.

Nobody succeeded in hunting birds this time.

As the battle ends a messenger from the defeated came. It’s postwar meditation.

This time we’re only slightly damaged, but Nan tribe’s Patriarch and Chief were shot down and that resulted in a huge defeat

Girls from 12 to 24 years old, 4 and a half guda (1 guda 12, 54 people) sheeps and horses, that’s the agreement we came to with 70% of Nan tribe’s possession. (TN: I give up on this 12歳から24歳までの女、4と半グーダ（1グーダ12、54人）羊と馬をナン族保有の7割で話が付いた。)

After the postwar meditation ended several messengers were sent to the enemy tribe.

It’s also to make sure that the girls, who are the compensation for their defeat, aren’t ugly and their body aren’t defected, and they’ll also make sure they don’t get robbed along the way.

All the Warriors gathered at the plaza of the community.

「Jumuka、come。 」

I was the one who was called first.
I knelt before the Patriarch.

「This time distinguished war service, Jumuka is the one did the most。 Any objections？」

Nobody answered the Patriarch’s words.
The Patriarch nodded at the acknowledging silence.

「First、Jumuka、your independence is recognized。 」

「Thank you very much。 」

「Then、your rewards are 1 guda of horse and 3 and a half guda of sheeps。 」 (TN: Guda – グーダ)

The people around raised an astonished voice.

「Then、After that you’ll be given Lucci and 2 slave wives。 」

The cheers of joy quickly became loud.
There’s a large amount of cold sweat on my back.

「I’m thankful、but Patriarch-sama」

I called for an objection. Normally someone who have just become an adult shouldn’t do this but

「It’s not enough？」

「No、for someone inexperienced like me who have just become independent、I don’t have enough confidence to support 3 people」

You need to have confidence that you’ll be able to feed your wives and slave wives. So my complaint makes sense.

「Umu、certainly that’s correct、OK、then make it one slave wife、then I’ll add one guda of sheeps。 」

Un, indeed that alternative was perfect but, but… (TN: HAHAHA this guy’s scared of pussies)

「Thank you very much。 」

My first marriage was decided.

Lucci is the Patriarch’s daughter who turned 17 last snow season, it’s considered quite late for her to get married now, but it was said that she didn’t get married because the Patriarch loved her very much.

Lucci mother died after giving birth to her and the boys because of a widely spread disease.

Honestly I think she’s a perfect wife in every regard.

She’s a little plump.

So Lucci’s figure is one factor that makes people like her.

In my previous life my preferred woman body contains breasts that can’t be contained in one hand, narrow waist, and big ass, it feels like “muniyu・kiyu・bon” in katakana. (TN: Katakana is a kind of Japanese characters)

I heaved a sigh as I don’t understand everyone’s liking at all.

Chapter end