I saw an angel, Of that I'm sure

My father got up rubbing his right leg that was still sore, after a few seconds he turned his head in my direction

hahahaha my boy just knocked me down hahaha if those smug old men had seen you by now they would be pulling their fangs out in shame at your stupid words

in my interior I was thankful that my father was not mad at me for almost breaking his leg, it took me a few seconds to realize why he was so happy

Father, do you think that if I keep training like this I could beat an adult in the adulthood ceremony

hahaha lockt'ar my boy you just beat an adult right now I'm proud of you

I couldn't help but smile, my father was always austere, furious and, frankly, very foul-mouthed. It's not easy to see him smile. I guess what happened to mom affected him more than what he lets at first glance.

So seeing him laugh out loud for the first time made me break my serious facade that I kept out of respect for the orc who took care of me and gave me a chance when anyone else in the village would have thrown me away like a broken product.

Very good boy you have earned a gift wait for me here, and I'll bring it to you

my father limped the first two steps but in the third he walked normally and left the store, returning in about 10 minutes

He walked in with a smile, lifting the canvas of our tent and waving for someone outside.

Then I saw her for the first time a 1.90 meter female orca with muscles larger than mine, two small fangs protruding from her lower lip, a flat nose, a more rounded face than normal for orcs, the right side of her shaved head and left African braids that seemed sewn to her head and brushed back reaching slightly below her shoulder, a slightly large bust for her body size and slim hips along with well toned legs as if she were a woman who lives for fitness

For the human beauty standard she would basically be a gorilla on steroids who spend 6 hours a day in a gym, but for an orc like me, she is a beauty like I have never seen before, there are several girls in the tribe but although some are beautiful, if they tried to compete with this girl who didn't know her name it would just make a fool of them

my father got behind me, grabbing both shoulders and whispered to me

do you like son?

I couldn't take my eyes off that girl or even blink, I could only nod like an idiot who didn't understand what was happening

well then it's yours I present to you your new slave groama but if you don't like the name you can change it

During this time, the beauty in front of me who was called Groama didn't look up from the ground. She was obviously self-conscious about being a slave, and apparently she wasn't a slave for a long time.

Father, how did you get a slave?

I looked at my father in disbelief because a slave was a very valuable asset for an orc tribe as small as ours, in a large tribe it is not a problem, but in a small one the conquered women are given as prizes to the best warriors to produce more young warriors and hunters for the tribe

boy your father not only hunted not only hunted that great juninham, but he was also the one who tracked down the pack that was completely hunted by the orcs of our tribe and the biggest contribution is that when we were ambushed by the pack of black wargs your great father except for the kroomeg chief when one of those hairy wargs pounced on him, and as a reward they gave me groama as a slave

After saying that, my father was bragging for another hour about how he saved the boss, which I almost can't stand anymore, but luckily he shut up after that and went to sleep.

I was left alone with that beautiful girl, but I couldn't speak to her, I was simply mute having been an adult man before I had experience with girls obviously I wasn't a Brad Pitt or a leo dicaprio I had lots of girls, but I had some casual encounters and even some other serious relationship

but in front of her I was simply paralyzed, the worst thing is that I did not look up from the ground at any time, I offered her my roasted horned snake, and although she ate she remained as still as possible, it was obvious that she was scared

That night we went to sleep, but she just threw herself on the ground next to her fathoms with nothing to cover herself with. I couldn't help but see the outline of her silhouette, completely stunned by her until I fell asleep.

A couple of hours later I woke up hearing some light sounds at first I didn't know what it was but after waking up a little better I could hear some groans coming from groama she was crying and trembling when I tried to see her better I realized that the fathoms had gone turned off and she was asleep

Seeing her in that state, trembling, I did not have such a cold heart as to leave her like that. For normal orcs, a slave who is cold is not a problem, after all, it is not easy for an orc to get sick or weaken with this cold, it is more of a question of discomfort

I slowly made myself to my bed, I took out my warg skin blanket and put it on her so that she was more comfortable, when I saw her stop shaking, I watched her face for a few minutes now that I think about it, I must have seen a deranged stalker to see her sleep like that, but honestly I couldn't stop looking at her, she seemed to me like an angel who was there, sitting calmly on the floor of my shop

After standing there watching him like an idiot for longer than I'm proud to admit, I realized it would be dawn in a while, so I decided to start my training earlier.

That morning I ran almost 20 km I couldn't get Groama out of my head, but I didn't want to go back to the tent where she was sleeping, so I did my exercise routine outside the tent I did my abs my squats my push-ups all the complete exercise

after my morning exercise I started with my martial arts training to calm my mind a bit I started with tai chi it was mid-morning when my father woke up I was next to the tent when he woke up, and he started laughing and laughing to shout

Haha, let's go groama wake up at once and prepare breakfast girl

I could hear a serious but very feminine voice saying

aaah-ah y-yes sir

That was the first time I heard her voice for me, it was like a Gregorian chant for a normal human her voice would not be cute for anyone maybe it would seem a bit intimidating but to me, it sounded like a cute scared puppy I couldn't help but exclaim under my breath

shit... she's so beautiful

I realized at that moment that I had already fallen if I tried hard I managed to hide it a bit but honestly I realized that that girl I met that night just blew my mind from the moment I saw her

right there I started to sing under my breath

I saw an angel, Of that I'm sure

Just as I was starting to sing, my father comes out of our tent and sees me doing tai chi and looks at me strangely, but I don't stop moving slowly without paying him the slightest attention, but to maintain some dignity, I stopped singing after almost an hour in the one that my father did not take his eyes off me a sound caught my attention

I looked out of the corner of my eye and there she was, giving my father a piece of roast meat. I tried to ignore her, so I closed my eyes, even though I strained my ears to hear what she was doing, but the truth is that I didn't hear anything after about 15 eternal and agonizing minutes. Likewise, I couldn't take it anymore, and I stopped doing tai chi and opened my eyes

there was my father eating his meat bitten by him, right next to him was groama looking at me with those beautiful eyes, his irises are red as if he were a ruby

That was the first time I saw her eyes, it is a scene that I will never get out of my head. She looked at me so confused and although my father remained serious and stoic as usual, her gaze also reflected that doubt about what what i was doing

my father stopped, examined me with her gaze and asked me

lockt'ar, boy what are you doing?

I looked at my father seriously before answering him.

A combat training father

He made a face of incomprehension, apparently he did not understand how that slow dance was combat training

haha boy I'm your father you don't need to lie to me what were those movements a way of calling the spirits?

No real father, it was combat training

my father wrinkled his forehead and angrily told me

I will not allow you to make fun of me, son

Father if he doesn't believe me I can show him let's go inside the tent

Both my father and Groama looked at me with surprise on his faces. After a few seconds, my father returned to his usual serious face and nodded in understanding as he went inside, followed closely by Groama.

Once inside, my father helped himself to a little more meat and threw a piece at me. Then he told me to sit down. Once I started eating, he looked at me fixedly and told me

lockt'ar my son, explain to me how this dance is combat training and how it is used to fight

I finished swallowing the bite that was in my mouth and began to speak

father I am not as strong as a normal orc that is something that I will not be able to change in my whole life the best thing is to accept that fact and move forward I began to think if I can not fight with brute force what can I do to have an advantage in a fight?

Take another bite of meat and keep explaining

My advantage is that I am more agile and since my muscles are not so developed, I gain flexibility. Look at our fight yesterday, father. What was the reason why I managed to knock you down, it definitely wasn't because of my strength, right?