I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd

Episode 5. arrows (2)

“two.”

“Look elsewhere. I heard that you have to drag at least three of them to make the calculations correct.”

Hermes is the god of thieves, travelers, merchants and beggars. That means that those four occupations are grouped into one category.

Usually, wanderers in the ancient world belonged to all four types, so it was a roughly fitting idea.

Anyway, after merchants come and go, robbers are likely to come.

To rob merchants, or with merchants.

This is the reason why my parents ordered me to come back early. Other uncles and aunties will walk around with torches in pairs for a while, or, more simply, lock the door for a day or two.

Because of these night guests.

“I think we fill in five people, and the rest move. Find other kids.”

The thieves are counting the number of people they want to kidnap as if they are counting spoons.

It must be because you think that we, the children, will not be able to escape anyway…

“Ino.”

“···huh.”

“Scream as loud as you can.”

“Quaaa

that’s right.

···What about this?

“The child is screaming! catch!!”

“Don’t hurt me!”

Thieves cast nets as if catching fish. After avoiding it by rolling sideways, I run towards the stream with Ino.

“catch! Those kids are crossing the water!”

“The pace will slow down anyway, so we benefit…”

“Zephyros!”

“month! Krukreuk!!”

When you cross the stream and go near the tree where the goats are tied, two or three sheepdogs waiting for you run at the nearby bandits.

“Kwaaa! Bastards!!”

In the sudden attack, one bites his neck and bleeds, and the other screams as he removes Zephyrus from his arm.

One shoots an arrow from afar and seems to be weighing the chances of success or going to kidnap another child, while the other pulls out a knife while looking to see if there are other dogs.

A short knife used for shearing sheep.

“I guess they are shepherds from other villages?”

“Well, people’s lives are all the same. Your parents are also unlucky, look at all the sheep. Not like us.”

The blades come slowly towards us. I hastily remove the bow from my arm. I never thought I would be able to use what I practiced so quickly.

When he took one out of a barrel containing three or four arrows and attached it to a string, the thieves became alert again and lowered their bodies.

Then… looking at me closely, one of the people in the lead grinned.

“You don’t know how to shoot a bow, do you? Your attitude is sh*t.”

As I flinch at the words, the man leaps quickly and lunges at me. Inadvertently missing the demonstration, the arrows scatter in the wrong direction.

Right after that, he rolls sideways and escapes the man’s grip, and arrows also pour out of the barrel. He hurriedly picks up one and shoots at it, but the man easily avoids it.

“… Ino? You run fast.”

“Me, alone?”

“Yeah, run fast and shout. Please save me.”

I gave one more arrow and said.

Fortunately, the bronze arrow I bought from the merchant earlier.

As Ino runs behind, the man gestures to the men following him to follow Ino. I slowly point my arrow at the string.

···Raise your elbows and relax your hands.

Don’t be nervous because it’s steady, focused, and close range.

Remembering the stories my father told me, I slowly set my posture. The group of robbers walks leisurely, probably thinking that they have caught all the meat. They are prudent writers. Maybe if I shoot this arrow, they’ll come and catch it then.

Swallow your saliva.

relax your arms Uh, lower your shoulders…

In my head, I draw a parabolic line between the leading thief and me. Let’s see if the arrow can connect the parabola.

In an instant, a gust of wind begins to blow.

In the direction from me to the bandits.

The movement of the thieves slowed down due to the sudden strong wind. In my eyes, I picture the path of an arrow riding the wind and piercing the neck of the man in the lead.

Now I’m sure

With the tip of the arrow, aim for the neck of the guy in the lead.

Suddenly, the arrow felt a slight vibration.

As if alive… Is it because of the wind?

It seems not.

Maybe this arrow… this arrow…

“It is real.”

I let go of my hand from the protest.

An arrow cuts through the wind…

– Knock.

“…”

···Where’s the thing that breaks before it even flies away?

“Ahhh!!”

The thieves rush in, and I close my eyes. Ha, if I die a second time, I don’t know where I’ll be reincarnated this time.

-dump.

···dump?

I open my eyes carefully when I hear a subtle sound.

An arrow was lodged in a man’s neck. Exactly the route I envisioned.

“Ho, maybe… that arrow just…”

-Shahehehehe!

While I was saying such stupid things, another arrow flew in from behind me and blew out the left eye of another thief.

“Quaaagh!!”

The remnants who hesitated in a confused state hurriedly ran towards me and screamed. To give me hostage to the mysterious sniper.

Before their vision becomes a reality…

“How dare this bastard!!”

The body that flew in from somewhere collided with the body of the thief who was chasing me and got tangled up.

When the other strong men ran and stepped on the fallen thief and attacked as a group, the other thieves, who were all shepherds anyway, were terrified and collapsed.

“son!! son!!! Are you okay?”

“Those bastards! catch!!”

My father, who came running late, fumbled all over my body to see if there were any wounds. I looked in the direction the sniper had just come from.

…Then the figure that caught my eye was much smaller than I thought. Proof that he was shot from a distance.

Something as small as a dot. Little by little, the spot grows, becomes clearer, and then turns into a familiar figure.

“Are you alive? thank god. I almost never saw your parents’ faces again.”

“Te, Theo brother…”

“Why is he so lost? Uncle, can you take my son? I have to catch the rest of the thieves.”

“Yes, please.”

The thieves are still struggling to escape from the stream behind them. Every time Theo lets go of his string, strangely twisting curves pierce their limbs, and screams cut through the night air.

My father grabs my face and looks away as I am absorbed in the nonsense.

“Are you okay?”

“Muh, I’m fine…”

“Are you not sick? body?”

“Because it’s okay…”

While my father wraps me in a towel and examines me, the other men look around. It wasn’t until I was completely safe that I thought of Ino. It’s pathetic.

“That, that, that… What about Ino?”

“Who are you talking about? I heard a girl shouting and came… Was it her? I haven’t seen anyone take it.”

“···thank god.”

I went home floating in my father’s arms.

I turned around and saw arrows scattered on the ground.

A broken arrow is also visible.

If I believe in commerce again, I am not a human being.

ha… i’m tired

When I close my eyes while gently swaying in my father’s arms, it’s like a baby lying in a cradle.

Even if you fall asleep like this…

It will be fine.

***

It was late afternoon when I woke up.

The sun is below noon, which is probably correct since it was in the west, not the east.

In the distance I could hear the sound of boiling porridge, and in the corner I could hear my parents and other adults whispering.

For the time being, um, ok, ok, I only hear the same choo-imsae briefly.

Then···

“What about that little girl?”

My body awakes at those words.

“Ino?”

When I quickly raise my upper body, I suddenly feel a slight tingling in my left arm. When I looked closely, I saw bruises.

When I was in the middle of running away, I was so excited that I didn’t know it, but I got hit by an arrow…

‘-Ting.’

. . .

That dog-like arrow collided when it broke.

My face blushed with shame for no reason, and the adults who came to my voice put their hands on my forehead to see if I had a fever and checked my temperature.

“I don’t have a fever… are you feeling well?”

“…That, that’s not important, what happened to Ino? are you okay?”

“Is her name Ino? okay. He came back unscathed and kept stopping by my house. About five times today alone?”

Father laughed bitterly and shook his head, wondering if Ino had made him tired.

“That, so?”

“I couldn’t shut it down, so I brought it home. We heard her calling and we even saved you.”

My father said that and let out a sigh of relief.

thank god.

I sat down at the table with my throbbing body standing up. My father brought out rabbit porridge from the pot, and my mother sprinkled something like herbs on top.

···Into the mouth, lumps of meat and various grains and grass flowed and chewed softly. After your stomach warms up, your mind becomes calmer and you have time to ponder over the events of yesterday.

– “Simple. If you want to kill an enemy and aim for its heart, this divinely blessed arrow will hit.”

···Second-hand trading scams are rampant even in ancient Greece. After all, evil deeds can find their roots from ancient times. A sigh comes out.

If I’m going to be reincarnated, I’m going to do a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of What is an ancient slave shepherd who just lives in an ancient village?

Does it make sense that I can’t detect a single thief behind my back, let alone my status? If this is the case, why did you reincarnate? It’s sad.

“are you okay? They say you woke up.”

“Don’t worry. he never dies It’s probably just floating around in its mouth.”

“What do you say to the patient?”

I didn’t even turn my head, but I know who is who.

“Brother Theo? Uncle Yorgos? Thank you both for coming.”

“Why am I skipping in the middle? I don’t even hit people…”

“Thank you, especially Theo, for saving me. He shot the bow really well.”

“It’s not a big deal, it’s just that the thieves saw my arrow and came running and got hit?”

Would that be more than saying that he is a multi-talented genius who can even predict shots?

Raising the bridge of his nose casually and pretending to be humble, Theo measured my temperature and let out a sigh of relief. Pigeon feathers are attached to its shoulders as always.

“Thank you, Mr. Yorgos too…”

“What, I couldn’t even help you that day. Be more grateful to Phillips. I heard that you threw your body to block the thief who was approaching you.”

“Hey man! Don’t tell me!!”

“Even though this guy speaks harshly, he is surprisingly good at it.”

…That was that human?

“uh···.”

“Keuheum, as long as your body is okay and healthy, it’s enough. Next time I make candles, it’s enough if I subtract a little bit of my share of labor…”

“You are surprisingly brave.”

“What does that mean?”

“Anyway, thanks everyone. Thank you for coming here.”

“What do you mean by ‘unexpectedly’ at the end?”

After sending all the patients who came to see me back with a smile, I lay down again. How could it be that Philip was the one who saved me, in return he reduced the amount of labor by 10% and raised the slavery level slightly. I also know grace well.

…By the way, the tides are rolling in.

Ino hasn’t come yet. If you’re already sleepy, that’s a problem. I called my parents and told them.

“To Ino… tell him I’m safe… and tell him thank you…”

And then I dozed off… Souma attacked me without giving me a chance to rest.

slept very long

***

A hillside strewn with arrows. Even though it was not too late, no villagers were out here. No wonder. There was a heinous incident recently when a group of robbers broke in, so everyone must have locked their doors.

As such, merchants could easily find what they were looking for without being noticed by anyone. There was no need to hide his presence.

-Wheeying.

The bronze head of a broken arrow resonated with the clear will to aim at the enemy’s heart.

“…it’s broken.”

“Now I can’t handle the energy contained in this arrow. Like the story of a hero, the wreckage will eventually run out.”

When someone spoke, the merchant who had sold the arrow to the boy the other day gathered up the broken pieces and put them back into the original box.

The fragments inside the box still kept a slight tremble, but then, like an old man suffering a heart attack, they quietly stopped moving.

The merchant, who confirmed that the miracle of the god had faded in his hand, read the memory of the arrow.

I see a shepherd boy going to and from this hillside. A boy’s life is seen. Even the parts the boy himself couldn’t remember…

As the fantasy faded, the merchant smiled wryly.

“…weird boy.”

A sailboat wanders after encountering a strange current. unaware of the impending storm.

The world is so harsh that it doesn’t even give the end for the boy. Is this the original destiny?

Hearing the sound of his colleagues lighting a bonfire, the merchant closed his eyes. And best wishes and best wishes for the boy.

“May the gods grant that boy a less painful doom.”

The merchant burned the wooden box that contained the arrows and chanted as an offering to Hermes, the protector of all wanderers.