CHAPTER 453: CHAPTER 453 - THE WODONIC TRIBE [ PART 2 ]

I slowly turn to the non-aggressive girl from the forest who avoided my look.

’So she is the heroine... no wonder her vocabulary is so special.’

"Nice to meet you, Illythia. I have to say, that is a very pretty name you have there." My words turn to blind ear as Illythia decided not to talk with me.

She is a Heroine; I couldn’t expect more from her kind. Either they are too special in how they talked or they didn’t talk at all and Illythia was soo special that when she did open her mouth, it could cause a fucking riot.

"I hope my granddaughter didn’t give unease to you in your way here." The Chief said.

"Of course not, she was quite gracious. The way she spoke, opened my heart for your people." I could hear a low groan coming from the side. "Your granddaughter is quite special, Chief."

"That she is," The Chief laughed and pointed ahead, "And now we are approaching our training grounds."

Ahead, huts, houses and other places went away as I see a long field. In the field there were many 20-meter circular training spaces with wooden barricades. Inside the training spaces I saw semi-naked men and women fighting each other.

There weren’t only men fighting men and women fighting women, I also saw men and women fighting together in that reasonably relaxed ground of mud.

Most of the fights were one-on-one, but there were a few two-on-on, two-on-two, three-on-three and others.

Everyone was tall and most of them had brown complexions with few white. Yet with the color difference, there was no disparity between them as they all fought with the same fight thirsty grin.

The fighters wore nothing but just their underwear which were tightly bound and had little space to hide their privates. Especially some of the women, most of the strong builds had smaller breasts, but those with the bigger ones, their fights definitely jiggled up the excitement.

"YEARH! Thrash em to the ground!"

"Beat his skull in!"

As expected, the fights also had its spectators. There weren’t betting or anything, just watching and commenting peacefully. Most of the watchers were adults and waiting for the fight to end before having theirs. Some were children who looked at the fight with curious excitement and screamed insults before being bashed by an adult.

But what excited me were the Lady Garments and the Power.

Each fighter had tremendous amount of physical power as they punched, kicked or thrashed a fighter to the ground. It didn’t matter if it was men or women, both genders sprang out a level of power that shouldn’t be possible through their physical trait.

I could feel the ground tremor from their movement. Seeing them made my blood boil as I wanted to twist their strong, durable bodies to a pathetic pulp.

’Oh my, I’m getting sidetracked, hehe.’

I cover my mouth to hide any suspicious grins that might have come up as I mutter, "They are quite enthusiastic I see."

The Chief nods, "Every one of them has great fighting spirits. I am proud of all of my children."

"Are they?"

"Hm?"

"Your children I mean?"

"...Of course not." There was some suspicious delay there, man.

The Chief turned to the fights, "Even though they are not directly my blood, I see them as my own."

"And I see that you put both men and women against each other as well."

"Yes, We of the Wodonic tribe don’t separate fighters because of their gender. If they want to fight, they are welcomed to spar and make their merit."

"That’s good." I smile, "Most of our women are either talking behind our backs or emptying our pockets with extremely unnecessary amount of clothes."

I hear a snort to the side and turn to hear, "It sounds like your women are all lazy bums."

"Well, technically not lazy, just more beauty oriented."

"What’s beauty going to do in a battlefield?" Illythia gave me a winning smirk, "Not all opponents can be defeated with seduction."

"Yes... but that’s not for those woman. They are just prepping themselves for a lifetime of servitude."

"What? To who?"

"To the one they’ll marry." Illythia didn’t understand what I meant but the old Chief did as his aged eyes flashed slightly.

Then we moved through the training ground as I felt multiple gazes placing behind my back. They didn’t say or act weirdly when I was watching them, probably because of the Chief beside me.

"This is my humble abode." The Chief brought me to a one story wooden house. Not only was the house bigger than the others, but it looked better too with extra layered walls.

We got up the small four step stair before stopping in front of the door. The Chief and his granddaughter took off their sandals and got inside as I had to leave mine as well.

"Would you like our Tribe’s special tea?"

"I would."

"Illythia," The Chief gave a word as she went away and his eyes settled on me.

"What do you think of my Granddaughter?"

"Hm?" I think for a moment, "She’s a strong gal. Definitely fit to lead this tribe in the future."

The Chief smiled, "I believe so as well. She is a bright girl with strong head. You know, my granddaughter is one of the strongest women of this tribe. Many men have showed interest in her."

"Is that so?" I smile accurately.

"Yes, but alas... she is not interested in bonding with anyone. She is quite stubborn with her choice. With how it’s going, I don’t think I’ll be able to live long enough to see some great grandchildren." He sighed.

"Don’t worry, I believe her match is not far away." I smile knowingly.

"Oh... are you interested in my granddaughter?" The Chief said with a smile.

I smile, "How couldn’t I be? She’s very beautiful."

The Chief smiled and slowly nodded.

"What are you two talking about?" Illythia asked as she came with a tray and two clay cups.

"We were talking about your marriage with me."

"What!" She slammed the tray down and if not for me, both cups would have fallen. "Is it true, Grandfather?!"

"Hahaha" The Chief only laughed as Illythia’s expression darkened.

I smile while quietly sipping the bland dark green tea.

The Chief was only asking in talk. By no means did he actually think of me and Illythia together. Despite how he behaved, the guy hated outsiders as well.

It took Arthur a lot of fighting, with both enemy and friendly sides before getting the damn approval from the tribe to fuck.

After that, we both drank the tasteless tea and talked about the deal. Just as Seman said, the Chief tried his best to negotiate with me to lower the price and lengthen the contract date.

And I have to say, the old guy’s rhetoric skill showed with his aged. If my past life’s skill of holding onto money didn’t came with me, I would have definitely buckled down to his persuasion.

Yet, I only showed the man pots filled with no promises. Finally, he stopped when he saw that he wouldn’t be able to penetrate my thick almost shameless skin and sighed, "Illythia, please escort our guest back."

I get up and show the tribes bow, "It was a pleasure to talk with you."

The guy only waved tiredly as I walked out with Illythia.

After some time, when we were close to the gate, she spoke, "I am much better than your kind of women."

"What?"

"I meant that nobody would ever deny to marry someone like me." Illythia said showing her strong bicep yet not captivating her actual strongest asset, her jugs.

"I can deny tha- Wait... were you thinking about that all this time?"

"...So what if I was, you shameless scrooge!"