Chapter 73. Reject the Cunning Bird
Deep down, I truly believed that landing that shot on the rogue avian beastman was a matter of pure fortune...or rather, a stroke of absolute misfortune for the bird, who had finally been struck by a well deserved wave of bad karma.
The traitorous hawk survived my arrow, but his nightmare was far from over.
The younger members of our land tribe eagerly swarmed the fallen beastman, treating him like an interactive toy.
With comical energy, they pinned him down and ruthlessly plucked every single feather from his body until he was completely bald, collecting the plumage to assemble another massive bunch of arrows.
Luna, deeply inspired by the display, immediately stepped in to help.
She wanted to master this new craft too, so she took charge, teaching the older kids how to bind the feathers to the carved shafts.
