This is a Miracle

His name was Tharos, son of Ittiharla and grandson of Oohest.

Saros has been homeless since he was a child, traveling around with his father and brother. He does not know who his mother is and has never seen her.

Since his father passed away when he was very young, his elder brother has shouldered the burden of the family since he could remember, protecting him and taking care of him like a parent.

My elder brother is not a very strong person. His physical fitness is very poor and he has been frail and sick since he was a child.

Such physical fitness is very rare among the Adun clan.

But Saros loved his brother very much, because it was he who was frail and sick and tried his best to bring him up.

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

Recalling his childhood, what Saros remembers most is not the hardship, but the warmth.

The years of living together with his brother are Saros's most precious asset.

"Chirp!"

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

It is called Silvermane in winter, but in summer, people call it Red Curly. This is a very ferocious, overlord-level ferocious monster that almost stands at the top of all monsters.

But now, it was struggling and whining there, because its eyes were penetrated, it completely lost its sense of direction, and could only run rampant.

Saros stood on a tree, completely hiding his aura.

Until Chi Curly fell to the ground, completely motionless.

"That's stupid."

The boy, who was only 13 years old, drew a long bow that was taller than him. He could tell at a glance that Chi Curli was pretending to be dead.

"Chirp!"

So, there were two more arrows, and the positions were exactly where the previous two arrows were.

They hit the back end of the previous arrow, shattering it, and once again pierced into the eyes of Chi Curly who fell on the ground.

"Roar!!"

The painful whine broke out again, its plan was seen through, and the young man had no intention of confronting him head-on.

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

"Buck it."

"Look at me or you," the boy thought to himself, "who will die first."

The young man can't eat, let alone move. He won't let the red curls smell it, nor will he let Tai hear loud noises. Based on his understanding of the red curls, even if the arrow really pierces its chest. If there were no brain and bones, Chi Curly wouldn't be able to die.

The result was without any accidents. Under his careful layout, Chi Curly died completely.

The young man peeled off Red Curly's fur and took him back to the village where he lived with his brother. He was like a hero, a guy who was destined to be extraordinary and could only be sung by bards.

"Red Curly!"

"It's really Red Curly!"

"Saros, Saros has hit the red curl!!"

It is incredible, but also natural. Saros is only 9 years old, but he has become the best hunter in this mountain village.

"Saros!!!"

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

The boy was originally the most popular genius in the village, but now he only did what his status and ability should do, but he was welcomed and admired by everyone.

If only one person is strong, he is a strong person, but not a hero.

Saros is young, but he already has some leadership qualities. He often helps villagers in need. Every winter, Saros always takes out the hunting proceeds so that they can spend the winter with peace of mind.

Over time, the 13-year-old boy became the most prestigious person in the mountain village. Everyone trusted and relied on him.

"Brother! Brother, I'm back!"

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

For this set of furs, Saros worked without sleep for several days, and even including the time planned before, it lasted as long as a month.

But it's all worth it. As long as his 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 expression was slightly different from usual.

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

"You're back?"

The elder brother looked at Saros. He hesitated to speak, but with his younger brother's wisdom and talent, he knew very well that there was no use hiding it: "The recruitment is about to begin."

"What?"

During the days when Saros was away, his brother had been observing people coming and going in the mountain village, and he discovered a situation. The mood of the businessmen was not quite right.

Although his brother is frail and sickly, 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 destroyed by his father. Only the elder brother has read all the contents. In this regard, even Saros cannot compare.

"Conscription? Come to our village?"

Saros had the idea of ​​​​taking his brother to escape from here, but he had lived in this village for nearly ten years and had a lifetime of memories here, so how could he just leave.

What's more, people are responsible.

Especially for Saros, it was difficult for him to abandon his family and fellow villagers and flee alone with his brother.

"Every household has a male son. Our family..."

"I go!"

Saros spoke decisively. 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 enthusiasm. He was full of curiosity and longing for the future. Coupled with his confidence in his own abilities, Saros firmly believed that he would have an extraordinary life in the future.

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

"I am your brother."

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

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

But if he can use his own life to pave the way for his younger brother and protect him, the elder brother feels that this is the greatest value of his life: "Let me shine for once."

'Not once. ’

‘It’s happened more than once! ’

Saros's inner respect for his brother and all the hardships he has endured over the years are visible to Saros.

Although in the eyes of others, his brother is like a foil to him, but without him, where would he be today's young prodigy?

"bass!"

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

"How can you go to the battlefield if you can't even hold a sword?"

These words are so humiliating, but in order to protect his brother, Saros would rather break up with him: "Wait for me in the village when I come back. I will never die in that place!"