LOST IN JIN VILLAGE

HUNTING IN THE FOREST

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The sound of anj*ng barking was increasingly crowded accompanied by the screams of the tracking team. A sign they have found the bin4tang they were looking for.

The tracking team is a member of the hunters who have had very high flying hours in terms of scaffolding shrubs. Their skills are no doubt.

They are responsible for locating and determining where the game is located. They are also in charge of entering into the bush in the middle of the forest, to find traces of bin4tang hunted.

Armed with a spear and a machete, they thrust in through the thickets that have not been touched by humans.

They were assisted by several trained anj*ngs. Sensitive smell of anj*ng is helpful in directing the hunter to the target.

They are considered successful, if they have found the hunted bin4tang, and led him towards the guard team.

The guard team is positioned in an open area that is not so much overgrown with thickets. Areas like this were chosen, so that they could more easily conquer the prey bin4tang.

"He's coming ...!" tarjo shouted towards Aril, as the leader of the group saw the bushes moving in front of them.

Hearing Tarjo's cry, Aril immediately jumped up, standing with a spear in hand. His eyes were keenly watching the bush in front.

Tarjo and Aril, currently serving as the guard team, this team consists of two people. One of them is the group leader and the other is a member who is considered still junior. The team works in a somewhat well-lit area, an area considered best for dropping the game.

Because Aril is the youngest, he is considered the most junior. For Aril is not a problem, the important hunting hobby can be channeled.

"The target of masuukkk ...!" another scream of Tarjo.

This shout was much louder, in order to be heard by all members of the group, as well as startling the hunt, so that the bin4tang their hunt was more confused.

Sure enough, a group of b*bi ran towards the guard team. Out of shock they turned their way, running in the fog dodging Tarjo and Aril. While the sound of anj*ng barking and the cries of hunters are getting boisterous.

Uncommanded again, Aril jumped, running after the frantic-looking hunted bin4tang.

"To Timuurrrr ...!" tarjo shouted giving direction.

All team members are heading east.

However, Aril instead ran towards the West, because his eyes clearly caught, in which direction the animal that became the farmer's enemy ran. The West, not the East!

Tarjo's position that precedes Aril, makes him not know that his men, chasing in the opposite direction to him.

The concentration of Tarjo, and the other members who had just come out of the thicket, was only fixed on the hunted who had been besieged. They are busy spending all their abilities, to conquer their prey.

Meanwhile, with a spear in hand, Aril looks so eager to chase his prey. The narrow rift of the thicket is breached by running .. how reckless!

How many times does his right hand swing a machete, chopping down the twigs and thistles that are blocking. He seemed to be unconcerned with how many red berets were on his arm. Red, because of the scratches of thistles and thorns in the moment he broke through the narrow gap of the thicket.

Aril was more lustful, when he saw the distance of the hunt getting closer, his running faster with a shout getting louder, hoping the b*bi he was chasing was getting panicked.

Now, only the spear was in hand, while the machete had returned to the scabbard, hanging from Aril's waist.

Perhaps due to panic, the b*bi ran off in any direction. Now that he was heading towards the abyss, it was clear that this greatly benefited Aril. The hunting position is squeezed, the space of movement is getting narrower. Aril was getting excited, determined to conquer the game animals increasingly smoldering.

Sure enough, suddenly the animal stopped. He seemed confused about determining the direction. Because in front and right side is a cliff with a deep enough ravine.

This opportunity was put to good use by Aril, he quickly moved to throw a spear. The spear floated in the air aiming towards b*bi.

How many inches will the spear touch the body of the b*bi. Suddenly the farmer's enemy animal jumped away.

It turned to the left and disappeared among the wild bamboo groves. Aril's attack escaped, the spear's eyes only touched void space and fell into the abyss. Disappointment was clearly visible on his face.

When he looked back, a small swearing came out of the teenager's mouth responsibility, when he realized his favorite anj*ng was not with him.

Apparently he did not know, if his anj*ng ran towards the East following Tarjo's anj*ng. Because the appetite to catch the hunt has peaked, making it escape the attention of Aril.

There was no other choice for Aril, he had to return to the East to join his group. But before that, he had to take his spear first.

Aril's head looked up, fixed his gaze, busy looking for the whereabouts of his spear. His eyes narrowed, when he saw the spear lying on the side of the abyss.

Aril set foot to the side of the ravine, where his spear was. He was grateful, because there were shrubs holding his favorite spear.

If the grass did not grow attached to the cliff wall, of course the spear had slid to the bottom of the ravine. It took a long time to get it back.

Carefully, Aril went down to the cliff wall. His feet were raised slowly looking for a foothold between the stone basins. His hands are busy moving to maintain body balance. While his body docked to the cliff wall.

For ordinary people, seeing Aril creeping on a cliff like this, would certainly make my feathers shudder. But for Aril, this is just one of the obstacles to the many challenges of hunting.

Aril's body docked to the cliff wall, the distance with a spear of about one meter. However, Aril was no longer able to creep towards the spear, because there was no longer a basin or a stone bulge where he stood.

The distance is very responsible, it only takes how many more inches, for Aril's hand to touch the handle of the spear. His eyes were wild looking for a way.

Below is a small tree, but it is impossible if Aril's feet rest on the tree. The handle is not there, obviously the whole weight of his body will converge there. As a result it can be fatal, if the tree is broken, it will fall freely to the bottom of the abyss.

His only hope was now on the tree above him. Banyan tree.

This banyan is not very big, but it has a lot of roots, the roots are seen to enter into the rock crevice. Clearly it was a strong defense, with the state of the roots in such a way, definitely able to withstand the weight of Aril. If he were hanging there.

The banyan position between Aril and the spear, will certainly shorten the distance, this is the way that must be taken to reach the spear.

Aril's hand reached how many roots dangled above his head, his hand managed to grab the banyan root. The man's eyes watched the banyan clump, the origin of the roots that were within his grasp.

He's getting his body against the wall, putting some of his weight there. After that his hand pulled the banyan root, to test the strength of the root. Aman, there's no sign that the roots are gonna break.

Once again Aril swept the banyan grove with his eyes, wanting to make sure, that the root was really able to hold his weight.

Once convinced, Aril slowly hung on the roots, testing the strength of the roots to hold the weight of the body.

A moment later, he re-collapsed the body to the cliff wall, with the tip of his foot resting on the basin where he had stood.

Once again his eyes looked upwards watching the banyan clump. Nothing is suspicious. Aril was sure, this root was able to hold his body when he swung later.

It was possible that when he swung, it would cause a stronger pull. The stronger the swing of the body, of course, the greater the pressure that occurs. This, will add to the burden of banyan roots, Aril thought.

Thinking so, he finally went back to testing the power of the banyan root by swinging slowly.

His body again hung in the air, but this time with a slight swing. Slowly ....

How many times did he swing by maintaining balance, after which he docked again to the cliff wall. His feet returned to their original position.

Aril grew more confident with the power of the root, he immediately prepared himself, to swing his body firmly, towards the spear.

To reassure the heart, that the banyan root was actually able to withstand his weight, Aril once again looked up, but had just raised his head .... Suddenly ....

"Wuaaaaaaa ...!"

Aril shouted in surprise, when his gaze collided with the glare of the eyes of a creature that was just above his head.

Along with that, the creature immediately grinned that made Aril's heart like it was about to break up.

I don't know where that creature came from?

All of a sudden, he was on top of a banyan tree, hanging from his head down. Aril's face and the creature almost touched, when Aril raised his head earlier.

The shape of the creature was human-like, with a height of about fifty centi meters. Very dwarf.

His face was wrinkled, with his head covered only by a few strands of hair, making his shiny headstone look so obvious.

On both sides of his forehead, grew a pair of horns, just like the horns of a cow. However, the size is different. The horns of this creature are smaller and somewhat pointed.

His eyeball was large with a dark color and there was a white dot in the middle, from behind his thick, black lips, sticking out a pair of fangs.

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