Urich remembered Gizzle, the son of the tribe chief. He was now the leader of the Stone Axe Tribe.0

'He was a warrior with decent skills.'0

Gizzle stood out among his peers. As expected from the son of the chief, he was a warrior who grew up eating well and learning combat and hunting skills from great warriors.0

Urich's very existence was Gizzle’s misfortune. Gizzle was undoubtedly a remarkable warrior, but he was always compared to Urich, who just happened to be around his age. Whenever Gizzle achieved something, like a good hunt or a battle contribution, Urich surpassed him without even trying.0

The tribe chief's tent was in the center of the village. Tribe members flocked from all sides to see Urich’s face.0

"Wow, that really is Urich, huh?"0

"Urich the cursed…, the man who defied the taboo..."1

People whispered. Urich just smiled at them.0

"Enter, Urich.”0

A warrior holding a spear said to Urich, parting the leather at the tent entrance. Urich bent his upper body to lower himself and entered.0

A few rays of light streamed in through the tent's windows. In the center, a hearth burned.0

Urich turned his gaze. There sat...0