Just listen to what your grandfather is saying, and don't be stubborn," Eirhan said. "It's for your own good."
"Do I really have to do this? You two are making me suffer", Yuren replied, seemingly lazy and lethargic. A strong gust of wind tousled his hair. They were now on top of a wall, along with a woman.
"Just follow along, stop talking so much."
"When you manage to gather those bandanas, that's when you'll see your old man so do your best," Eirhan explained.
Yuren held the flag close to his face and waved it twice. "Really, Uncle?" he was surprised. "Grandpa is there," Yuren perked up, a smile quickly gracing his thin lips. He believed his uncle.
"Yes, he said so," Eirhan's face seemed sincere. "Let's go," he said, lifting Yuren as if his nephew's weight was nothing and then placing him on his shoulder like a sack hung up. Eirhan jumped without hesitation onto a nearby large branch, then to another branch, and to another.
He descended to the grassy part of the ground and set Yuren down there. "If you succeed, when you come back, you have a gift for me, "Eirhan whispered to his nephew, patting his shoulder. "I promise".
"Really", he blurted out, but was quickly replace by drowsiness. "If there is, then what is it".
"It's a secret, until you completed the task. If you succeed, I will tell you", Eirhan pointed with one of his finger. Yuren let out a sigh. "Go now," he patted him on the back before standing up straight. "Run, what are you waiting for?"
Yuren ran but stopped again, looking back at where he came from. But by his expression, it seemed he didn't know how to start. He hesitated, unsure if he could do it or not, he swallowed hard.
"Uncle, will you come with me?" he shouted, clearly nervous.
"That's not allowed, only you can do that. Remember, your grandfather is the man behind this, so you have nothing to worry about," Eirhan explained with a smile. "You can do it, go ahead, I trust you...,Yuren. Be strong and have courage, just think that the fruits of your labor are in your hands," he encouraged Yuren, truly believing in him, and the woman with him watched the young Yuren with a smile. "It'll be quick, don't be nervous," Eirhan added. "Go on."
"You can do it, kid," the woman also had faith, raising her hand for him. Yuren felt enlightened now, suddenly gaining confidence. He took a deep breath and told himself, "I can do this." He started to run.
*******
After almost two hours, he finally managed to gather six bandanas, and only one more was needed to complete it. He continued searching, walking as if he had endless energy.
Meanwhile, he now understood the reason behind that challenge because with every bandana he collected, there was a danger involved. He didn't know if that was part of his grandfather's plan, but he couldn't fathom if all of this was real. However, he could not afford to be wrong; the last bandana he would take might also hold dangers. He steeled himself further and became more alert.
Yuren's clothes were completely filthy, covered in mud and torn, but he continued to move forward, never losing hope. He was determined to finish this for his grandfather, who was waiting at the top of the mountain he had been shown.
He walked, almost stumbling, until he crossed a small stream. Yuren's journey was not over; he needed to climb the mountain in question as soon as possible, but he had not yet encountered or stepped on the steep part of the mountain. He truly persevered, even though what his grandfather asked of him was difficult. He pressed on, even as mosquitoes bit him in the seemingly endless thicket of the forest.
He crossed a bulging root with a strange shape, and sneezed.
After a moment, he heard a thunderous sound of footsteps, as if something enormous was approaching. Fear gripped him immediately, and he began to feel anxious and cold. He knew from which direction it was coming. He stopped, fully alert, as a chill ran down his spine, feeling as if he was about to be struck. He didn't know what to do; sweat began to trickle down his face.
A gigantic creature came into view before him, not far from where he stood. A Wargroat, with a massive body and long fangs that extended beyond its sharp teeth. It was referred to as the nature blanket of the people due to the importance of its hide, which was a primary source for making expensive items like blankets, jackets, and more. That creature was enormous, possibly weighing thousands of tons.
Yuren tried to leave the area before it could see him, but it was too late. He stepped on a dry twig while slowly backing away, and he fell.
The creature let out a loud scream like a pig being slaughtered, charged, and prepared to pounce. A filthy cloud of ash-like smoke billowed from the creature's nostrils, and then it chased him as if it were furious.
Yuren sprinted away, not even looking back to check his situation. He ran as fast as he could, just trying to save his life from that ferocious beast.
He kept running, dodging old branches, grasses, roots, and swinging on vines. He squeezed through a hole in an old tree filled with thick moss, but he couldn't stay there long after encountering a large spider behind him—he crawled out quickly.
He continued to run—he was still being pursued by that Wargroat. At this point, he was starting to tire, but he had not yet finished running. He tried to change direction, but an unexpected event occurred; there was a pit behind that plant that caused him to lose his balance—he rolled down, landing on the muddy ground. His body ached from the sudden incident.
Nearby, an old wooden bridge could be seen, covered in moss and weeds, with its old ropes and wooden planks in disrepair.
Yuren's seemingly endless run was not yet over— that beast was still chasing him, as if it were starving and eager to devour that defenseless child. He slowly stood up from his slump, testing himself even though his body was in pain. He took refuge on that bridge, relying on sheer willpower as the foundation to overcome it— behind it was a very deep ravine, even if the bottom was watery.
However, he had not yet reached the middle of the bridge when a new danger awaited him at the end. A large black wolf was noisily devouring the flesh of a dead animal at the edge of another high cliff when viewed from the top. Due to the commotion on the bridge, it caught his attention. Now, two ferocious beasts were tracking him on both sides, just waiting for the right moment to pounce on him alive.
Yuren did not know what to do; he was panicking and sweating. Below him was a very deep river gorge with large rocks— supported by strong currents of water. Who would dare jump into that high ravine, which was about *** meters tall? If he tried, he would surely have a place to land. But Yuren was different— he was fighting for his life now and was on the brink of death at that moment. Yuren glanced at the ravine again; only a little time was left, and if he did not jump, he was surely done for, but with one mistake, he would also be finished.
His time was running out; the two beasts were getting closer. Before long, the two creatures charged at him— thankfully, Yuren had the courage to jump as far as he could, or else those beasts would have likely been feasting on his flesh.
Yuren's small body crashed into the turbulent waters, sinking into the deep water where he almost drowned— luckily, he knew how to swim. However, he still held on to those six bandanas as best as he could.
Yuren continued to paddle, trying to swim sideways, but the current was too strong. The water carried him downstream; thankfully, he was not battered against the many rocks in the water's path— they were very large and sharp. Yuren seemed close to giving up; he had swallowed some water, and it kept pulling him under as if it wanted to swallow him whole.
He found a glimmer of hope; a light caught the attention of his wet, seemingly dazed eyes. He could not be mistaken; that was it, the last bandana— the seventh. When he saw it, he felt invigorated, and he paddled even harder with all his might, promising himself that he would finish this today. He spotted a branch of a root and immediately stretched out his arm to see if he could grab it, and he succeeded at last. He managed to climb onto a large rock, but he could not shake off the thought of where he had seen the last bandana; he continued to move despite his tired body— he was panting.
He climbed a mountain until almost half an hour passed, and he finally saw it up close— at last, he succeeded in retrieving it despite the relentless struggle.
However, something felt off; he did not know how it happened. When he pulled the bandana from the top of the high mountain, everything around him suddenly changed. The peaceful surroundings, once grassy and flat, had turned into a desolate desert. He had no idea how that happened; his anxiety and fear returned.
Around him, he saw many black branches buried in various parts of the sand, and what made his heart race even more was when he turned around, a horrifying image unfolded before his innocent eyes—a large tree, dry, without leaves, black, and with many branches. It was a dead tree, but strange and terrifying—an ominous tree that was four stories tall. Yuren was stunned, looking up, slightly stepping back. It was the first time he had seen such a tree, but he was confused; he didn't know where he had ended up.
Just a while ago, he was at the edge of a mountain, and now he found himself in the middle of a desert, very desolate but neither cold nor hot, inexplicable where he truly was.
For a moment, as he approached that tree, a black root suddenly latched onto his leg—alive. It pulled him away, away from that tree, and he had nothing to hold onto. He didn't know where it would take him; he screamed in fear. He called for help, but no one answered, he called out for his grandfather several times, but nothing happened. He thought that no one could help him but himself, so he devised a way. He turned around and forcibly tried to free himself from that living root; he managed to detach it from his leg, but it was not easy for him. However, it was not just one; the other branches around him came to life like leeches, not allowing him to escape. He fought hard, tearing and cutting them with all his strength, but it was as if they were paper being shredded.
Finally, he managed to get away from them and approached that terrifying tree—his back hit the dark body of the tree, and if one were to estimate, ten Yuren would be the width of that strange tree. Yuren could not understand why the branches buried in the pale sand were slowly rising, breaking where they came from.
Meanwhile, with every slow step Yuren took, he was startled when he felt a collision with something hard; he could not be mistaken; he knew what it was. He faced it and examined it from its body to the top of its thorny branches. However, on the side of its dark and rough body, small branches sprouted like young plants just sprouting from their seeds. Those seemingly living branches resembled a hand, moving, terrifying with every twist and stretch of its stem like the fingers of a living corpse.
Yuren was enveloped in dread and fear as he witnessed this with his trembling eyes—it worsened as it elongated towards him. It quickly chased him, but it was too late; before he could run, it had grabbed him and wrapped around his body, arms, and legs. The living branch pulled him and pressed him against its wide and rough body. There, he was overwhelmed by the living branches, tied up, bound like a captive—wrapped around his outstretched arms and legs.
Yuren had no chance, he couldn't escape. Not yet finished, the beating of his pulse grew stronger and stronger. His eyes beheld—hands emerging from beneath the ground, and not just one hand appearing beneath his feet, but many, spilling out across every part of that seemingly endless desert. Yuren was in danger, he didn't know where they came from. Those are corpses, thin, emaciated bodies, tattered clothes, eyeless, and with broken teeth infested with various insects. Without a doubt, those corpses seem like the dead who have risen from the grave and now appear to be zombies approaching the defenseless Yuren, ready to attack him. What now? Not knowing what to do, he screamed in fear.
A corpse was near him, gripping his leg and slowly rising from the sand. The hand was gliding, moving up from his shorts to his shirt and then to his face. His filthy fingers gripped and passed through his mouth, momentarily lifting his lips. Yuren tried to scream, but a branch was tied around his mouth and encircled his head, like a crown. His heart raced, breathing heavily as if out of breath. The hand of that corpse set aside his head while firmly gripping his shoulder, ensuring the target was exposed and clean. Innocent, interested in his neck. It raised its head and then opened its mouth wide in the air while groaning before sinking its disgusting teeth into the fresh neck of that defenseless child. Boom, it bit him hard. Yuren shouted, a strong gust of wind spread throughout the area, and the corpse was flung away.
A white aura surrounded his entire body- unaware. The veins in his arms thickened and crawled, spreading towards his fingers. His small fingernails slowly elongated in just a few moments, like the claws of a werewolf. He hardened his flesh, trying to free his right arm from that taut branch tied to his wrist. With the force he exerted, he still struggled, but he managed to break and sever the branch that was tied to him.
Finally, he succeeded in untying his first arm and then proceeded to his foot and the other left arm. He finally managed to break free, fortunately. But the trial is not over yet; there are so many corpses surrounding him, perhaps thousands, and they are starting to attack him. From the look on Yuren's face, it was clear, he was furious at that moment.
He clenched his hand until his sharp and long nails dug into the skin of his palm, but he didn't care. Yuren shouted and immediately charged, he took the lead and attacked all of them one by one, all by himself. Yuren stopped because with every attack he made, they turned to sand, but he continued to crush them. He fought those corpses that seemed like sluggish turtles, groaning, all charging at him, from the back and the front.
Yuren kicked, jumped, flipped, stomped, punched, and used his sharp claws on them. However, one thing was blank and didn't even cross his mind while in the midst of fighting, and that was the question of how he was doing all of that. When did he learn to fight? In his busyness and anger, he didn't think about it; he just went straight to what he was doing.
Many hours passed, and finally, he managed to overcome all of that; he succeeded. Yuren was out of breath, and suddenly a gust of wind swept through the area, stirring the sand. He scanned the entire surroundings and realized that the large black tree was no longer there until a cold wind blew again.
He said, "What, is there no end to this?" and sighed. "You two again, are you siblings?" he seemed to be losing strength and no longer had the energy to fight.
He saw the two gigantic beasts that had been chasing him earlier, the Wargroat and a large black wolf, were present now. They surrounded him on the left and right, just waiting for the right moment to attack him.
However, before they could charge at him, another strange event occurred: his foot was slowly being sucked into the sand, sinking beneath it rapidly. He didn't know why that was happening, but one thing he remembered more clearly was the two animals that were quickly approaching him.
Fortunately, before they could catch up to him, his body was completely submerged in the sand. He survived, but why is it dark? He couldn't see anything, but he felt something cold touching his body, wet. A while ago, he was under the sand, now he is under the water, not salty but fresh water that he is swallowing. He didn't know how it happened and where that water came from; all he could think about was that he was drowning and was about to run out of breath. It was too late.
Yuren coughed, all the water in his throat came out until he found himself by the river, soaking wet and still holding onto those six bandanas. He realized that it was all just a dream.
He lay back down but didn't know how many hours he had been slumped there or how many hours he had been dreaming—he didn't bother thinking about it anymore. He laid his arm flat on his forehead, just breathing in and out slowly and gently. He stretched again but with his eyes closed, he sighed deeply. He opened his eyes, and something immediately caught the attention of his dry eyes, a light glimmered. That thing, even though he couldn't see it because it was so far away and at the top of the mountain, he already knew what it was. He didn't waste any more time, immediately stood up, and continued the task he had overlooked—getting that thing.
*******
After a long minute of searching and climbing the steep mountain, he finally caught a closer glimpse of that thing. The last bandana, the seventh.
He ran uphill, passing over the large stones embedded in the ground. The lush grass with sprouts of beautiful delicate flowers, brushing against his dirty and bare feet. When he grabbed that blue bandana, he saw something attached to the end of the bandana's stick. He realized it was a strange ring—he picked it up and examined it.
"A ring," he said. "It must have come from grandpa."
A voice spoke, angelic as if from heaven, saying, "Grandchild, if you manage to find me, promise me that you will return that ring to me."
"Grandpa," Yuren examined the entire surroundings, turned around, and looked up. "Where are you, I have completed what you asked," Yuren shouted until he saw a figure sitting by the side of the tree not far from where he was standing. He couldn't be mistaken, that was indeed his grandfather—his grandfather Herne who might have been waiting for him for a while now.
A smile immediately appeared on his lips, sparkling in his eyes. He ran and shouted, "Grandpa."
Hernicle turned to his grandchild while returning a majestic smile to his happy grandchild. He held an apple in his right hand.
"Have you been here for a while?" was the first question Yuren asked.
"Well, for a while now," the old man sighed.
"I've finished everything you asked me to do, I got these four bandanas," Yuren smiled brightly.
"Then, congrats," he congratulated Yuren.
"I had a hard time, but it's okay," Yuren admitted. Instead of getting angry because of the difficult and dangerous tasks assigned to him, which almost cost him his life, Yuren remained smiling, his eyes reflecting the goodness of a good child.
"That's good," Hernicle smiled lightly, a testament to his pride in his grandchild. "Come, sit next to me," he patted the ground with his palm. "Rest for a while." "Here, eat this, I know you're very hungry," Hernicle handed the bright red apple to his grandchild, which seemed overly vibrant—just as Yuren's stomach growled from hunger, causing his grandfather to laugh at him. "I wasn't wrong."
Yuren grinned and then quickly devoured the apple.
"Oh, take it easy," he said while watching him eat. "Hmm, my grandchild is really very hungry," he added.
"Who wouldn't be hungry after searching for those bandanas for hours?" Yuren paused eating for a moment.
His grandfather burst into laughter but quickly stopped, continuing to speak. "Go ahead, just eat, you can make up for the food later at home," he explained.
"Grandpa, what is this for?" Yuren raised the ring but continued to chew, holding the fruit in his other hand. Yuren stopped, "Didn't you say I should return this to you?" When Yuren said that, his grandfather suddenly burst into laughter; he didn't know why, but it seemed he was right about what he heard earlier, yet it felt like he was being teased again.
"Ehh, you're laughing at me again, Grandpa," Yuren said somewhat sulkily. "If you don't want it, then I'll just keep it," Yuren hid the ring under his armpit and continued eating.
"That's yours for now, just return it to me at the right time," Hernicle said with a smile, though he was serious.
"Okay," Yuren quickly replied. "But Grandpa, it doesn't fit my fingers, it's loose," Yuren said. "Look, even on my thumb," he lowered the leftover apple onto his wet shorts and the ring, then briefly wiped his hands on both sides of his clothes, picked up the ring resting there, and began to measure it.
"Don't worry, when you grow up, it will fit," his grandfather replied.
"Oh, that's true," Yuren laughed at himself, and the old man joined in.
"That ring is so important to me, so take care of it with all your heart," Hernicle explained.
"It's important, then why are you giving it to me?" Yuren replied.
The old man sighed lightly and then said, "I entrusted it to you for a reason."
"What reason?" Yuren paused chewing, looking up at his grandfather, who was towering over him. He continued eating.
The old man answered in a calm tone, "Because you are special." He gave his grandchild a gentle smile.
Yuren gasped before responding, looking up at his grandfather and repeating what he said. "Special...? I'm special....." Yuren thought for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.
The old man did not back down and followed.
"Am I special, is what you're saying true, Grandpa?" he couldn't help but laugh. "Well, everyone is special," Yuren said.
"Who told you that?" Yuren quickly replied,
"Grandma," and burst into laughter.
The old man laughed and said, "Oh right, why didn't I think of that," he said with a grin, tapping his forehead lightly. "Just take care of that ring and return it to me when you get tired of it," the old man said.
"Okay, I'll give it back to you." "Yes," Yuren quickly replied, nodding.
A refreshing breeze blew as the old man smiled majestically, glancing at his grandchild sitting with both arms resting on his knees.
After a while, he finished eating, having consumed almost two pieces of apple. Yuren shouted with relief, "Finally, I'm full," and suddenly burped. His stomach grumbled again—he held it and said, "I think I still didn't eat enough apples, Grandpa, I'm hungry again," Yuren said, his face a bit anxious.
The old man burst out laughing. "Just go home and eat, it's more nutritious than that," the old man began to stand up but seemed to be fading. "Let's go, we have more to do," and Yuren followed as he stretched.
"Are we going to walk, Grandpa? My body is still tired," Yuren held his knee, feeling a bit sluggish.
"Not right now, I have something to show you," he moved forward and then put his finger to his mouth, producing a loud sound from his lips.
"What was that?" Yuren wondered.
"You should take a bath first, you smell a bit," the old man interjected, leaning against a tree.
"I don't think so," Yuren began to smell himself, he disagreed. "My clothes are still wet, so I think all the smell has been washed away," he said.
"So why are you wet?"
"It's a long story, I'll tell you later," Yuren replied. "Grandpa, what was that whistle you made?" Yuren suddenly asked, as it was the first time he heard his Grandpa whistle.
After a moment, a strange sound echoed throughout the area—familiar yet foreign to him. He couldn't be mistaken; he had heard that sound somewhere before. "That sound," he began to wonder, feeling it approaching them. "If I'm not mistaken, I recognize that sound," Yuren's mind was racing. "Where have I heard that?" he tried to remember where he had heard it—his eyes darting around. After a moment, his eyes widened as a quick flash appeared before him as he looked up—emerging from the thick leaves above. Yuren couldn't contain his excitement upon seeing it up close.
A strong gust of wind swept through the area, tousling his hair and clothes. It rustled the thick grass around him. It had wings nearly seven feet long. Its broad wings flapped peacefully in the air as it gracefully landed on the ground—its large body blocking the sunlight. A strange sound came from its feathered beak, angelic and enchanting.
"Have you ever seen one of those, my grandchild, or is this your first time?" the old man said as he moved closer to where it had landed.
Yuren replied, "I think I have, when we were traveling with Mom, I saw one but in the city." Yuren followed.
"Like you, those like them are wanderers, going wherever the wind takes them—they do not want their wings to stop fluttering in the air. Wherever the wind carries them, there they will go, even if it means sacrificing their lives. They are close to their surroundings, to the wind, to nature or to people, but few of them engage with others—they can be selective like humans, having hearts and their own feelings, explained the old man, stroking his head while answering in a sharp and captivating tone—peaceful.
"Is that so?" Yuren tried to get closer, but it had no effect; the old man just looked at him and gave him a cold voice.
"It's okay, don't be afraid", until he placed his palm on it—that's when its behavior changed. It let out a loud sound, opened its large wings, and flapped them several times in the air.
Yuren did nothing but hold it; that was just how it was. "What is happening to it?" Yuren didn't know why, until his grandfather calmed it down in an instant.
"Hoo-hoo," said the old man, holding it on its plump and furry chest.
"Don't worry about that, grandchild, it's nothing," said his grandfather. "Perhaps it was just startled to see you," the old man burst out laughing. "Do you know what they are called?" asked the old man, a majestic smile forming on his cheeks.
Yuren replied, "Not yet, my mom denied telling me that. I learned they are studied in High School."
"Hmm," his grandfather nodded. "They are called 'Chuvannel.'
"Chuvannel," Yuren whispered.
"In fact, they have many names; Chuvannel is just a chosen name given to them."
"But it sounds angelic when pronounced, the name Chuvannel really suits them," Yuren said, a joyful smile appearing on his lips. "That's really cool." But Grandpa, how many are there? Do you have one as a pet?" Yuren asked.
"Unfortunately, their numbers are dwindling—only a little over a hundred are left," the old man's hand paused on the furry skin of the creature, and he became somewhat silent while sharing with his grandchild. "But to your question of whether I have this one as a pet," he said. He answered simply, "Perhaps," his smile deepening. "It's one of my pets." "Has your teacher mentioned that hurting and capturing these animals comes with a lifetime imprisonment?" the old man said.
"Not yet, that's not taught in my school because I'm still in elementary; they say it's taught in High School," Yuren replied.
"Is that so?" his grandfather laughed.
"Is that according to the law, Grandpa?" Yuren asked.
The old man nodded, saying, "Hmm, that's mandated by law."
"If you have it as a pet, what is its name? Does it have a name?" Yuren suddenly asked.
"Hmm, its name...., Chuchu," Hernicle held his mustache, thinking.
Yuren was taken aback, he almost shouted—he didn't like that name. "Chuchu," Yuren repeated what he said. "Chuchu is the name, is that really its name? It's not nice; you don't give good names, Grandpa," Yuren said.
The old man burst out laughing. "I'm just joking, he grinned. I didn't give it a name; it doesn't really need one," the old man said, and he was telling the truth. "If you want, you..., can give it a name."
Yuren began to think about what he would name that Chuvannel. "I now already have" Yuren raised his clenched hand, his index finger sticking out. "Naga," he said.
The old man just nodded, not expecting that he was good at naming. "Hmm, sounds good," the old man liked the name his grandchild gave. "I didn't expect my grandchild to be good at naming," he smiled.
Yuren grinned widely, but he wasn't done speaking. "Oh Grandpa, can I ride it?" he quickly looked up at his grandfather, accompanied by a joyful smile in his eyes. However, he frowned.
"Hmm," the old man closed his eyes, resting both arms on his waist. "No," he said lightly, not allowing him.
"Ehh," Yuren exclaimed in dismay. "Why, Grandpa," he complained. "I want to ride it."
His grandfather spoke, thinking he would be allowed, but. "I will let you."
Yuren's eyes suddenly lit up, and his demeanor returned to its lively state.
"But on one condition," said the elder, approaching his grandson.
"What is the condition?" Yuren asked.
"When you complete your training correctly, I'll let you ride it," his grandfather said, looking serious.
"Training again....., is it really necessary?" "What is the purpose of the training I have to do?" Yuren asked, still unable to understand why.
"In due time, you will understand the reason behind it. For now, just do as I say," the elder said, serious. "Is that clear?"
Yuren's speech slightly faltered, but he said, "Yes."
"Imitate your uncles, from their childhood, they did what you are about to do." Training is a part of our life. You're also a Hernicle, aren't you....? Answer," the old man shouted a bit.
"Yes," Yuren quickly replied, but there was a hint of lethargy in his voice.
"It's in our blood to do such things, so you can't avoid going through that." To be honest, you are already past the age level for training. You should have started when you were just five years old. Now that you're nine years old, oh count it, haven't you exceeded the standard?" his grandfather explained.
Yuren took a deep breath and swallowed, feeling dejected.
"Remember, grandchild, in this world, in this time, it is not only studying and working that are emphasized, but also training." You need to train your body, you need to awaken your flesh, not just your mind. "That's necessary, and it should be like that," he said, looking intently into his grandchild's eyes. "Your abilities and knowledge should be honed to the deepest capacity as much as you can," he said in the end. "Don't worry, grandchild, practice is just like exercise. You will go through hardships, but you will also gain something good from it, though it will only be enough if you dedicate the right time and effort to it. Everything has a reward, depending on how you handle it".
"For now....., we won't ride with your Naga, we'll walk".
Yuren became even more disheartened upon hearing that.
"If I were to tell you, grandchild, I was already in training when I'm still in your grand-grandmother's womb," the old man recounted with a smile, looking serious at that moment.
Yuren was shocked, he shouted, he didn't believe it. "What, I don't believe you, Grandpa," Yuren said, thinking his Grandpa was joking with him again. "You're joking with me again."
The old man burst into laughter again. "Tell me, grandchild, do I look like I'm joking?" the old man said, continuing to laugh. The old man stopped and said, "It's up to you, whether you believe it or not," he spread his palm. "What name again did you give him?".
"It's Naga," Yuren replied politely.
"Hmm, from now on, he's yours," said the elder.
He suddenly perked up upon hearing that. "Really?", Yuren exclaimed with joy, his energy returning to normal.
With a tap from the elder, that creature flew away—A strong gust of wind occurred with just the flapping of its wings, truly gigantic.
Yuren covered his face from the dust that spread in the air. "His wings are enormous," Yuren whispered, finding it somewhat difficult to breathe.
The old man turned around and began to walk down the slightly sloping grassy area. "You want to see something bigger," said the old man, his feet sinking into the grassy part of the mountain, surrounded by small but beautiful flowers.
Yuren was left at the top, unable to take his eyes off that Chuvannel as it left the place. However, after hearing what his grandfather said, he turned around and realized that his grandfather had already left. "Bigger," Yuren whispered to himself for a moment.
"Let's go," the elder called out.
"Is it bigger, you say?" Yuren repeated what he had said. "Wait for me, Grandpa," Yuren shouted, quickly running to catch up with his grandfather. "What do you mean?"
Chuvannel had already walked away, but even from where they stood, they could still hear his beautiful voice that seemed to lighten the heart of anyone who heard it.