Survive on a Deserted Island With the Villainous Young Lady

81 – Bear Hunt (1)

Fortunately, the bears on the floating island are small.

It is similar to a bear cub that has grown to some extent, and there is a slight difference in size from individual to individual.

The bears in the area Chester is trying to catch are slightly larger than normal bear cubs.

However, that’s just the size of it.

Unlike bear cubs, their bodies are the same as fully grown adults, and although they are the same size simply measured at shoulder height, they are more than twice the volume of bear cubs at first glance due to their thick muscle, fat and fur.

And above all, even though it’s less than half of Chester’s size, its strength will be much stronger than Chester’s twice.

That is the power of wild animals.

Even the little Ant is faster than Chester at a run.

Physical ability that is too strong compared to humans.

Even knights, who may be the strongest of men, risk their lives when fighting wild animals head-on.

Of course, there are many ways to kill.

A trap could kill even a bear.

But Chester didn’t think so.

Now, this was an act as the leader of the group responsible for Monia and Ant, and at the same time, it was an ordeal given to himself by Chester, a ‘man’.

don’t use traps

Instead, he intends to take it apart and pour everything he has to catch the bear.

Sometimes in life there comes a moment when you have to do stupid things like this.

It was only now.

‘I want to grow a little more.’

Not just technically, but humanly.

I wanted to be a big, great, father-like man.

“… … .”

Chester looked for the bear’s tracks in front of him.

It’s a bear’s feces.

I could still feel the heat, and since the water wasn’t dry, it must have been cheap.

If so, if you trace the trail of the bear from this starting point, you will be able to find it right away.

Chester walked through the woods chewing on the smoked meat in his mouth.

Just as the skin was wrapped around the body for armor, Chester’s head was also wrapped in the skin of an ant wolf.

A rough-looking man in leather clothes walks leisurely through the woods while swinging a machete.

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Looking at that part, Chester now looked more like a bandit than a hunter.

However, although the appearance reveals a natural look like a bandit walking in the mountains, Chester’s whole body was in a state of extreme tension.

‘I wonder if I can do it.’

such anxiety.

‘But I have to do it.’

A resolution that he must do in order to grow himself and at the same time prevent his group from dying from being eaten by fear.

Chester swallowed the meat and ran his tongue over his parched lips.

Chester’s strategy was simple.

Grab it with a lasso stick, secure an advantageous distance for yourself, and attack unilaterally.

Slash it with a machete, and if you leave the noose stick and fall far away, attack with a catapult and a bow, then a red pepper powder bomb.

While the guy who was hit by the red pepper powder bomb ran amok, hold on to the noose stick again and keep your distance.

Okay.

The material of the noose rod he was holding was the hardest wood on the island that Chester knew.

At least the rod part of the noose stick won’t break.

Also, the better the rope is made, the tougher and stronger it is than expected.

There was no chance that the small bear on the floating island would run amok and stop eating it.

Chester held the lasso stick in one hand and turned it around, touching it tightly with his hand, getting to know the feel of the lasso stick as best he could.

It took a really long time to make this.

Roots and twigs had to be trimmed, but I couldn’t do it with a claw knife, so I had to carefully trim them all with a machete.

It was difficult because I was not used to doing delicate work with a crude and large knife.

‘… … That’s where I ran away yesterday.’

Chester continued to walk through the bear area, past where he had run into a bear yesterday and had to flee.

And not long after, I was able to spot the back of the bear.

* * *

That day, the bear decided to eat a delicious snack that had been waiting for a long time to grow.

The bear, coming out of its den, walked its territory, licking its lips in anticipation of a snack.

While walking in the area, I suddenly felt an itch in my shoulder, so I rubbed my shoulder against a tree to relieve the itch.

Or, if he suddenly found a tree he liked, he would stand up on his hind legs as much as he could, then stretch out his front legs and scratch the spot as high as he could with his claws, leaving his mark.

The height of the mark left by the bear’s full extension was around the chest of a tall adult male.

The bear, who had carved a mark at a satisfactory height, was in a good mood, so he walked and did his errands, found a rabbit, played with it with his front paws, and ate the one he had torn to shreds, munching his mouth before eating a snack.

I feel really good these days.

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Living on a floating island means living fiercely in the frequently changing weather and temperature, but this time before the white day approaches is truly affluent.

Food is plentiful, creatures are active, and the whole island is literally full of life.

Of course, being active meant that everyone was desperately fighting for survival to overcome the harsh times that came after this happy period.

It was a comfortable and enjoyable time for the bear, which is at the top of the food chain and is rarely killed by other creatures.

A lot of fruits are open, small creatures are often seen, and large creatures often visit.

And best of all, the flowers were in full bloom.

Flowers that can’t stand the heat, and flowers that can’t stand the extreme cold.

Or a flower that can bloom in the heat, or a flower that blooms in the cold.

All bloom in this ambiguous time.

Of course, the flowers that were not born at the perfect time have small flowers and a faint scent, but they do bloom.

There are creatures that get particularly busy when flowers bloom.

insect.

Among them, bees are the insects that bears love the most.

They are not active in the harsh heat, but when the weather clears up, they start active vigorously.

Therefore, when this cool period continues for some time, the large honeycomb is filled to the point of overflowing with honey.

Thinking of enjoying the honey, the bear twitched his butt and went to the place he had been looking for.

Frightened by the sudden appearance of the predator, the bees hurriedly rushed at the bear and fired bee stings, but their most powerful weapon was blocked in front of the bear’s fur, hide, and fat.

– Boo-woo-woo!

– Boo Woo Woo!!!

When a powerful predator such as a wasp appears, the bees cling to the predator at the risk of death, rubbing their bodies to generate heat, and use the heat to steam the predator to death.

However, even that did not work for a large predator like a bear.

When the bees clung to each other, the annoyed bear rolled on the ground and lightly shook off the bees or pressed them to death.

Watching only for the bees approaching its face, the bear took a big bite of the hive, where the bees were still clinging to each other.

Bees, caterpillars, honey and beeswax.

He puts it all in one bite, munches it, and swallows it.

Heavenly sweetness spreads ecstatically.

The bear, smiling stupidly, broke the beehive with both hands, then picked it up and devoured it like a man who found something to eat after starving for a long time.

He ate too fast and accidentally bit off his front paw, but that didn’t matter too much.

After devouring all the beehives it had smashed with its paws, the bear poked its head into the bees’ burrow in search of more honey.

He licked the honey that had fallen on the floor, and poked his head toward the beehive that clung to the inside.

The beehive was too deep to reach, so the bear pulled out its head and put one paw in and stirred it wildly.

The beehive is shattered by the foot you stir, and the sticky honey sticks to your hand and comes out with it.

The bear gobbled it up again.

The queen bee in the devouring beehive was also mercilessly crushed by the bear’s fangs.

The golden kingdom that the bees created over a long period of time has turned into a snack for bears.

The moment the bear satisfactorily enjoyed the snack and turned to go somewhere else.

Weeing!

The sound of something sharp cutting through the air was heard.

Weeing! Weeing! Weeing!

– … … ?

The identity of the sound was right in front of the bear who turned away.

And.

Percussion!

As soon as the sound stopped, the flying stone hit the bear on the head.

– That’s it!!

It was a shock that was so intense that a bear had never experienced it in its life.

I once climbed and fell from a tree for fun.

There have been times when I have been attacked by beasts, with my skin cracking open, spilling blood, and eating my flesh.

When fighting the same bear with overlapping territories, he literally risked his life.

But.

It was something completely different from all the shock and pain the bear had experienced in its life.

Even the claws that split the skin.

Not fangs that pierce the body.

However, the “shock” that penetrates the body and locks it deep inside.

– Yeah! Gooo!!

However, no matter how intense it is, it is not enough to kill a bear.

The bear, which quickly came to its senses, rushed towards the ‘prey’ that attacked it.

And the moment he saw the charging bear, Chester threw the catapult in his hand into the basket and grabbed the lasso rod with both hands.

“Come on, let’s do it.”