I felt the wind in the meadow on my skin.

The month of 14 years passed after reincarnation.

I was given the name Jumka.

I was confused at first, but immediately understood it as a rebirth and decided to go on with my second life.

He saw his diet and lifestyle as a child and predicted that he would have been reborn into a horseback riding nation such as Mongolia.

Fortunately, I had swords and bows in my previous life, and this body was well tamed by me.

I love polishing martial arts.

The moon quickly flowed as I was learning from my brother how to handle meadow codes, horses, and how to teach dogs.

This isn't Earth, by the way. Because there is something called magic.

Because swords and bows have previous life's knowledge, I decided to focus on training magic.

When I was lost in thought, the horse I was crossing didn't have to fall.

I checked the position of the sun. It's time to go home.

When I give instructions to the dog at my feet, the dog runs out, barks, and the horses who were eating grass and drinking water gather around me.

When I move on, the horses follow me.

My dog comes with me at the back of the line, a bunch of horses, and he keeps an eye out for no horses to deviate from.

When I join a tribal settlement, I put the horse inside the enclosure and close the enclosure.

"Father, it's over"

I will do today's report to my father, who is entering a house like Gel in Mongolia (hereinafter referred to as Pao).

"Hmm, good luck, all you have to do today is work out"

"Okay."

I went outside and headed for the bow and sword training ground.

Different people trained there, from adults to children.

Children who teach bow handling from adults, children and adults who train themselves

I stood in front of nobody and put an arrow out of the arrow barrel.

Distance to target is 50 steps

People around me started paying attention to me around the corner where I put my bow.

I release the first arrow and immediately set up the arrow. Three consecutive fast-fire

Attention is being paid to my arrows around.

"I took one off"

When I mourn the immaturity of my arms, I hear a girl cheering from afar.

No woman is allowed in the training area. But you can see it from the outside, so girls who finish their work always come to visit this training area.

"Keep all three in the middle. That's it!

"Because."

Talk to my best friend, Obdie. I look at the target.

The first one hits the middle, the second pierces the arrow butt of that arrow. The third one slipped slightly to the right. Even if it deviates, it is in the black circle in the middle of the target.

"I don't care what you think. One's off."

"Where the hell are you going? 50 steps away, and you do it fast, even though there are a few adults who can hit an arrow butt 20 steps away. What the hell are you!

"But if it was a battlefield, you'd have to shoot me in a precarious place on a horse, wouldn't you? Then we have to stand on land and hit it perfectly."

"I still have enough!

"No, no, you can't."

"No, yeah, I knew it was useless to say anything to you, but yeah, I'm sorry. Keep training me."

"Ooh."

I retrieve the arrows and set the bow again.

You can wear out as much as you want because it's an arrow that hasn't arrived for practice. All you have to do is make a broken portion before sundown.

Three shots in a row again, this time I didn't take off any of the three.

Girls cheer even more.

After several bow and arrow exercises, I thought it was my last shot and took another 50 steps back.

A hundred steps away, if you're normal, you can just guess, but there's magic in this world.

What I'm good at is wind magic.

Turn the arrow gyro with magic in your right hand.

The arrow that leaves my hand flies straight through the center of the target and stabs me in the back dirt wall.

"Guru, Jumka!

A big man approached me angrily.

"What is it? Dear Muruaca,"

This man, by the name of Muruaka, is the next greatest of the chiefs in this tribe where he serves as warrior chief.

"I always told you not to break the target!

"No more questions."

I honestly apologized and moved to escape the scene.

Next thing you know, I'll start training with a wooden sword at the training ground next door.

An audition to find a free person from a light bareback preparation exercise.

Big opponents on the battlefield. Smaller opponents have to fight different opponents, so don't just do it with the same opponent.

Sometimes it's up to you to fight the powerful.

Some fierce men can beat most of the same age, younger and older but not a few.

I can be expected by them to take their place in the future.

Honestly, it was hard.

Finish your sword audition and I'll go home to Pao.

Near Pao, a brother with a stomach stomach looked after the sheep.

"Welcome home, Master Jumka"

"I'm home."

My belly brother is the one who just greeted me, but since my mother's status is higher than mine, I will treat her like I am.

I was confused at first, but quickly got used to it.

When you enter Pao, the women (mother-in-law, sisters) cook. My father sat drinking in the middle. Near there are still young children playing with toys made from sheep bones.

"Father, I'm home."

"Oh, you're home, well swallow"

My father gives me vessels and pours white liquor side by side.

I'll put that all at once.

Alcohol made from a good amount of horse's milk.

I've been swallowed since I was a child and I'm used to it.

"Hmm, pretty swallowy"

My brothers, who had completed their training, came home saying they were being praised by my father.

"Jumka to your father, are you already starting?"

My oldest brother sat by my father's side, and he drank from him, and he swallowed his chicken.

A second brother, a third brother and three brothers received alcohol from their father in the same way.

"Done."

The food was just finished when everyone swallowed one drink at a time.

We sit in a determined position.

When my father sits in the upper seat at the center, my wives, including my mother, sit side by side in the lower seat.

And sit in that lower seat in the order in which our brothers were born.

Below it sit the women called slave wives.

This is the woman who has taken it in the so-called war with the outside world.

I therefore sit in lower seats than my sons, including myself.

It is also a meadow code for slave wives to take care of babies and still young children.

And beneath it is lined up with the men of the slave wife, the women of the wife, and the women of the slave wife.

The meal first waits for my father to start eating and finish, then my sons, including my wife and I.

Then the slave wife and her sons will eat, and finally the girl will eat.

At the end of the meal, the three brothers leave Pao and move to Pao next door, respectively.

In the meadows, he is an adult at the age of 15 and is forbidden to sleep in the same pao as his father.

Adults can have a wife, but having a wife is recognized as a person and independence is recognized.

I prepare furs to hang with wolves and sheep fur on the sleeping areas of the children.

Meadow nights are cold.

The kids get mixed up, they lean on each other, they sleep.

At midnight, I wake up with heavy breath and water noise.

My father is suppressing one of his slave wives under the candlelight when I turn to my father's bedroom.

My father is waving his hips hard and scratching his slave wife's vagina around downstairs.

"How about that! What do you say!"

"Master, come on. It's too intense."

If you stare at me, that's a yummy.

But he was a slave wife to the loot when he fought with the Nan two years ago, and now he's 17, he should have just had a girl this year.

My stuff was starting to harden when I saw my father and Yumil's intense behavior.

But there are brothers and sisters sleeping around.

I fell asleep thinking I hadn't seen it in a stuffy way.

In the morning I went outside and saw the women going out to fetch water and firewood.

I make adjustments to my bow and sword.

It's getting cold in the morning.

Will I be 15 soon in the snow season...

Then I'm an adult too...

I import calendars from southern cities once in this meadow, but I don't really use them.

The calendars of the people of the meadows divide the year into three parts.

Spring season, summer season, snow season

Spring season is when the rhun flowers start to bloom in the meadows until the rhu flowers bloom.

Summer season is when Lou's flowers bloom until the first snow falls.

What is the snow season? From the first snow to the bloom of the Rhun flower.

Age ages at the same time during the season of birth.

I waited to be able to have breakfast staring at the feet and hips of the girl going to the water draw or returning from the water draw.

The costume of the people of the meadows, which is similar to the Manchurian horse thieves of previous life. I mean, china dress!

Slits great!!

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