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The Lost Prince

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Hunt

The next day.

The father was busy with his hunting equipment. Axijim came and asked,

"Father! What are you doing?" asked Axijim.

"Oh, preparing the hunting equipment. Come help me here," replied father.

"Hey, yesterday I said I wanted to train Axijim."

"Yes, that's right. I'll train you later. Now, help me first!"

"Aish, what's wrong with you? Yesterday instead of training Axijim, you told me to draw water. The container leaked again," said Axijim with a slightly annoyed expression.

Father laughed. "Hehehe."

"Why are you laughing?" asked Axijim, getting even more annoyed.

"Come on, son. Just help me here!" said father gently.

Axijim was still annoyed. "Huh, okay, okay," he replied in an annoyed tone.

"Here, take the arrows, bring them here!" said father while pointing to the container containing the arrows.

Axijim took the container containing the arrows and brought it to his father.

"Here, Dad," said Axijim as he handed it to his father.

"Thank you, son," replied Father as he accepted it. "Now, pay close attention to Father!" he continued.

Father then demonstrated how to sharpen arrowheads to Axijim. Axijim watched him intently.

"How, do you understand?" asked Father.

"I understand enough, Father," replied Axijim.

"Now, sharpen all these arrows as Father demonstrated!"

"All of them, Father?"

"Yes, all of them."

"There are so many, Father. Can't there be less?" offered Axijim.

"Okay, just do what Father says if you want to be trained."

"Huh, okay, Father."

In order to get training from his father, Axijim had to do what he was told.

"Gosh, there are so many arrows I have to sharpen. When will Father train me?" muttered Axijim to himself.

Axijim sharpened the arrowheads for almost an hour. Sweat poured down his face, because there were quite a lot of arrows being sharpened, and it took a lot of time and energy.

"Father! It's finished," shouted Axijim.

"Okay, come here! Take this dagger."

"Then what about these arrows, Father?" asked Axijim.

"Just put them there," replied Father.

"Okay, Father." Axijim put the arrows away and walked over to his father.

"Here, the dagger," Father handed the dagger to Axijim.

"Sharpen this too!"

"Huh!? This dagger too, Father? Oh, Father. Earlier you told me to sharpen the arrows, now you add this dagger? When will you practice, Father?" complained Axijim.

Without answering, Father got up and left Axijim.

"Aish, Father just left like that," he grumbled in annoyance.

Feeling a little annoyed, Axijim sharpened the dagger again. After about half an hour, Axijim finally finished sharpening it.

"Son, are you done?" asked his father in a loud voice.

"Yes, Dad," replied Axijim.

"Good. Now, take this poison!" said his father as he approached Axijim.

"What for, Dad?" asked Axijim in surprise as he received the container filled with poison from his father.

"For the arrowheads. Dip each arrowhead one by one into this container of poison," explained his father.

"Is it dangerous, Dad, if it touches your skin?" asked Axijim with a little worry.

"It won't be dangerous, except for injured skin," replied his father soothingly.

"Oh, is that so, Dad. Okay, I will carry out Father's orders," said Axijim firmly.

Axijim then carried out his father's orders carefully. He dipped the arrowheads into the container of poison one by one. After he finished, his father called him again.

"Come on, son, let's go!"

"Okay Dad."

With enthusiasm, they carried all the equipment that had been prepared towards the forest to hunt. Father carried a bow, hung a quiver around his body, and carried a dagger in his hand and a bag. While Axijim only carried a bag.

After walking for quite a while, they finally arrived at the location. When they arrived there, Father immediately prepared all the equipment they had brought for immediate use.

"Come on son, follow father, let's explore this forest!"

"You bring this dagger just in case!" continued father while handing the dagger to Axijim.

"Okay, Dad."

Axij and father walked through the forest.

"Shhh, don't move for a moment, son," said father when he saw a deer not too far in front of them.

"Okay, Dad."

"There's a deer up ahead," said father.

Axijim looked ahead, and indeed there was a deer not too far in front of them.

They hid a little behind the tree so that the deer wouldn't see them.

Father prepared to aim. He took a deep breath, then concentrated fully on the target. After he was sure that his arrow would hit the deer, he released it.

Slettt! Father's arrow shot fast and fast!, stuck right in the deer's body. The deer ran fast, feeling the pain.

"Come on, Axij, let's follow the deer's trail!" Father shouted.

"Okay, Dad!" Axij replied.

Father and Axij followed the deer's trail. "Don't worry, the deer will definitely die because the arrowhead has been smeared with poison," father explained.

"Did the deer run far away, Dad?" asked Axij.

"Be patient, son, let's just follow it," replied father.

They continued to follow the deer's tracks, which also left blood stains on the grass.

A few minutes later, "That's it, son," father pointed to the dead deer lying under a tree.

"Son, give me your dagger," said father.

"Here, Dad," Axijim gave the dagger to father.

Without waiting long, father then cut the deer's body into smaller parts.

And put it in the bag he was carrying. The bag was then closed tightly.

However, the deer's body was so big that all of its parts did not fit in father's bag.

Luckily Axijim also brought a bag, and the remaining parts that didn't fit were put into Axijim's bag.

"Come on, son, let's go home!

"Thank God, we've caught our prey," continued father.