Chapter 8: A Talk With Father.

It was late afternoon.

Father arrived soaked in blood.

'what the hell? did he kill someone?'

Father saw me practicing, but he didn't mind.

He then scanned the surrounding.

"you didn't catch any," he said

"Sorry," I said while feeling ashamed.

"you didn't even try to catch one."

"yes, I did. I put some traps."

"then why didn't you put a bait on it?"

"Oh. I forgot."

"ha.." he sighed.

"very well, let's go home," he said.

I questioned my father about the blood.

"Why are you soaked in blood?"

"I got lost in a bear's territory," he said

"did you fight one?"

"yes. here, catch."

Father threw me the meat of a bear he fought.

'to fight a bear, this man must be a monster.'

we were meters long from our house.

I was curious about his past, so I questioned him again.

"father. can you tell me about your past?"

" me? Well. I fought for your mother. I protected her from people who want to use her."

"so that's why she fell for you," I said

"hehe. That's right. Is your father a cool person?"

Father said with a smug.

"that's right. father is so cool." I said, praising him.

'so easy'

"Very well, ill teach you swordsmanship tomorrow."

"Yes. Sir!".