His name is Saros, the son of Ediharra, and the grandson of Oohursd.

Saros has lived in a state of no place since childhood and traveled around with his father and brother. He didn't know who his mother was, and he had never seen her.

Since his father passed away when he was very young, since Dasharos remembered, his brother took on the burden of the family, protecting and taking care of him like his parents.

My brother is not a very strong person. He has poor physical fitness and has been weak and sickly since childhood.

In the Yadon clan, such physical fitness is very rare.

But Saros loved his brother very much because he was weak and sick, and tried his best to educate him.

Although life was not easy and could even be called poverty, Saros was very much in love with that time.

When recalling childhood, what Saros remembers the most is not hardship, but warmth.

The years of dependence on one's brother are Saros' most precious wealth.

"Thirt!"

In the dense forest, two arrows hit the eyes of a red lion with bright red mane.

It is called Silver Mane in winter, but in summer, people call it Red Curl, a very fierce overlord-level monster that stands at the top of almost all monsters.

However, now, it was struggling and wailing, because its eyes were penetrated, completely losing its sense of direction and could only rush around.

Saros stood on a tree, and he completely hid his breath.

Until he fell to the ground, he completely lost movement.

"It's so stupid."

The boy who was only 13 years old, pulled a longbow that was taller than himself and saw through the red curl at first glance.

"Chirp!"

So, there were two more arrows, and the location happened to be where the two arrows were before.

They shot the back end of the previous arrow, smashed it, and pierced into the red-collared eyes that were lying on the ground.

"roar!!"

The painful whine erupted again, its plan was seen through, and the boy had no idea of ​​confronting him head-on.

He has time, and as a hunter, the most important thing he lacks is patience.

"Have it done."

"Look at me and you," the boy said in his heart: "Who will die first."

The boy could not eat, nor could he move. He would neither let Chicago smell nor let too loud noises. With his understanding of Chicago, even if the arrow really pierced its brain bone, Chicago would not die in no time.

As a result, there was no accident. With his careful arrangement, Chicao died completely.

The boy peeled off his red fur and took him back to the village where he lived with his brother. He was like a hero, a destined guy who could only be sung by the minstrels.

"Red curl!"

"It's really a red curl!"

"Saros, Saros has hit the nail on the verge of the red curl!!"

Incredible, but naturally, Saros is only 9 years old, but he has become the best hunter in this mountain village.

"Saros!!!"

"Celebrate, you must celebrate it. This is the legendary red curl that only a great hero can defeat!"

The boy was the hottest genius in the village, and now he has only done what his identity and ability should do, but he is welcomed and admired by everyone.

If it is just a person's strength, it is a strong man, but not a hero.

Saros was young, but he already had the style of a leader. He often helped villagers in need. Every winter, Saros would always take out the income from hunting so that they could spend the winter with peace of mind.

Over time, the 13-year-old boy has become the most prestigious person in the mountain village. Everyone trusts him and relies on him.

"Brother! I'm back!"

Saros has a very close relationship with his brother. He hunts red curly because he heard that the red curly mane in summer can improve people's physical fitness.

For this set of fur, Saros stayed asleep for several days, and the time he planned before was even longer than a month.

But it's all worth it. As long as my brother can get better, no matter how hard or tired he is, Saros doesn't care.

"elder brother?"

However, as soon as he entered the door, Saros noticed that his brother's face was slightly different from that of ordinary people.

He frowned, as if thinking about something, and he didn't even notice that he was shouting loudly in the yard.

"Are you back?"

The elder brother looked at Saros, but he wanted to speak but stopped, but he knew very well that concealing his brother's wisdom and talent was useless: "It's about to recruit soldiers."

"What?"

During the days when Saros was away, his brother had been observing people coming and going to the mountain village, and he discovered a situation where the merchants were in a bad mood.

Although his brother is weak and sick, he is not stupid. On the contrary, he is very smart and can detect problems through clues.

In addition, the elder brother inherited a large number of books passed down by his father, but some of them were taken away or damaged by his father. Only the elder brother had read all the content, which even Saros could not compare with.

"Recruitment? Come to our village?"

Saros had the idea of ​​taking his brother out of here, but in this village, he has lived in nearly ten years, and his memories of his whole life are here, how could he leave just by saying that?

What's more, people are responsible.

Especially Saros, he found it difficult to leave his fellow villagers and flee alone with his brother.

"Every family has to be a man, our family..."

"I'll go!"

Saros said decisively, and he said, "Brother, your body cannot fight at all. If I were to go, I would not die!"

In his youth, Saros was full of passion. He was full of curiosity and longing for the future. With his confidence in his own abilities, Saros firmly believed that he would have an extraordinary life in the future.

The glory of the future tells him that he will never die on the battlefield and he will not die!

"I am your brother."

It is precisely because Saros is more likely that his brother cannot let him break on the battlefield: "You don't know the power of miracles. On the battlefield, there are not only mortals like us, but also miracle people. Their strength is not something you can imagine."

If your brother goes to the battlefield, he will definitely die, and there is almost no possibility of survival.

But if he could use his life to pave the way for his younger brother and protect him, his brother felt that this was his greatest value in his life: "Let me shine and heat up once."

‘Not once.’

‘It has been more than once!’

Saros sees the respect and love for his brother in his heart, and his hard work over the years.

Although in the eyes of others, brother is like his own foil, without him, how could the young wizards today come from?

"bass!"

Saros pulled out his sword and inserted it in front of his brother: "Can you pull it up?"

"You can't even hold the sword, how can you go to the battlefield!"

How humiliating this is, but in order to protect his brother, Saros would rather break with him: "Wait for me to come back in the village, I will never die in that kind of place!"
Chapter completed!