BECOMING AN ANCESTOR

Everyone started to shout.

The monkeys were beating the trees and swinging from the branches.

Out of nowhere, the forest, which had been silent, waiting for nightfall, erupted in excitement.

Suddenly, the whole forest could hear the chaos that had erupted in the group.

The main reason the group was in such a state was because the challenger was me.

They remembered how I had killed the panther, something that no one had ever done.

I was different from the others; I wore clothes made from animal skins. I had brought meat to the group more than twice, something extremely rare for them. I had necklaces with the teeth of these animals. They didn't know why, but they knew I had something different about me.

And because it was me who challenged the leader, unlike the previous times, they really didn't know who would win.

On one side was the leader, someone they had known for a long time, who had proven to be the best many times and had defeated several challengers.

On the other side was me, someone who could be considered to be only 18 or 19 human years old. I was too young for them; they hadn't spent much time with me, even though I was born into this group. I was just a young one.

Everything changed when I killed the panther. I demonstrated strength but also obedience. Some had expected that one day I would challenge the leader, but no one expected it to be so soon.

Ah! You will regret challenging me. Do you know how many I have not defeated? Even before you were born, I had numerous victories.

While the leader attacked me, I managed to evade his attacks.

Although I wanted to end this quickly, it's not something I can simply do because I want to. I need to demonstrate a strength that cannot be questioned.

And for that, I need to make everyone see that the leader never had a chance of defeating me.

I need a resounding victory in every sense.

Ah, ah, ah, no matter how hard the leader tried or what he attempted, nothing worked.

He tried to use the spear like a club, then even tried to use it as a spear, despite his poor posture. He didn't try to strike but to pierce.

But no matter what he did, I always evaded.

Why? Because I can't hit you!

You're just too bad.

Ah! I'm tired of this.

The leader decided to give up on using the spear and return to the old ways, good old brute strength.

No weapons, just hands or feet.

This was what I wanted; I had shown that I defeated him with my weapons, now I need to defeat him in his specialty.