Survive on a Deserted Island With the Villainous Young Lady

6 – Second day of living on a deserted island (2)

bear.

Although it was small, it was clearly a bear.

It was about the size of a child, but it was that bear.

what is a bear

Standing on its own two feet, it is a monster that is twice as tall as a strong adult male and four to five times its volume.

It is a monster armed with large, ferocious teeth and claws, tough hide and sparse fur, a thick layer of fat, and intelligence that belongs to the superior side of animals.

As far as Chester knows, it is also the strongest creature.

‘It’s a bear.’

As a child, Chester had only seen a bear in person once.

As usual, while running and playing in the mountains, I noticed a large shadow hanging around in the distance.

I looked at something, and it was a big bear.

The one in front of that bear was a wandering knight wearing splendid armor.

Chester knew that bears at that time were just emerging from hibernation, hungry and ferocious, but the knight did not seem to have that knowledge.

The knight pounced on the bear, and the bear’s front paw broke his neck and killed him instantly.

The bear tore the armor like paper and ate the knight’s intestines before disappearing.

After the bear was gone, Chester did not move until the birds that had descended upon the knight’s corpse peacefully ate it.

Until then, to Chester, the beasts of the mountains were nothing more than ‘games his father hunted’ and ‘resources that turned into money and food to enrich himself’.

But in that moment I found out.

The true location of humans and wild animals.

I thoroughly knew who was hunting and who was being hunted.

I can’t remember how old it was, but it was the moment when the forest, which was Chester’s playground, turned into a wild for survival.

Memories of fear imprinted in childhood.

The same bear was in front of Chester.

Although it was small, it did not diminish the fear in my heart.

‘If there is a baby, there must be a mother nearby.’

Chester turned his eyes to see where the mother bear was, but when the bear in front of him moved, his whole body tensed and his eyes focused on it again.

‘If you look weak, you will be attacked.’

Chester puffed out his shoulders to make his body look as big as possible, and took a threatening pose to avoid showing weakness.

“Ugh, uh.”

I squeezed my trembling mouth shut, then let out the air that filled my lungs and shouted.

“aaa!”

Chester lets out a roar, and the bear pauses a little.

“uuu!”

Sprint your feet hard and thump! After making a noise, Chester shouted again.

“Ugh, ugh!”

He kept shouting and shouting, somehow hiding his trembling voice.

“Aww! Wow!”

As you speak, take a step forward.

I was terribly scared, but I couldn’t back down.

Chester encouraged himself, stomping hard and leaning forward again.

“aaa!!”

The roar of threat that flowed from his mouth was close to a male scream.

‘What can I do? What do we do? Shall I throw a stone? Damn it! I should have had a weapon! Anything other than a catapult!’

How confrontational was it?

Chester took a rock out of his pocket and got into a tossing position when the bear suddenly turned around.

“uh?”

The bear turned away and disappeared into the woods, and the abrupt confrontation forced Chester to look in that direction, dumbfounded.

“… … Ha ha!”

And, feeling that the bear was gone, Chester knelt down on the spot.

“I lived… … !!”

The bear luckily backed off.

If it was later, Chester would have thrown stones at him in a half-desperation feeling, and most likely he would have been attacked and killed by an excited bear.

Chester felt the weight of the cold sweat pressing down on his whole body and approached the river, put his head down and drank it all down.

how much water did you drink

Chester raised his head, still looking blankly at the spot where the bear had been.

The vision of the bear still lingered in Chester’s retinas.

* * *

“Suck!”

After drinking water from the river, building a campfire, and even catching fish for lunch and storing them in a small watering hole, Chester began making tools in earnest.

“Suck!”

And in order to find a suitable stone to make into a tool, he was throwing stones or rocks at a large rock and breaking it.

‘Oh, this is pretty sharp.’

And finally I found a piece of stone that was broken sharp and hard and moderately flat, suitable for tooling.

Chester picked up shards of faintly bluish stone and smashed them apart with another suitable stone.

I tapped it lightly a few times with the feeling of brushing it, and a part of one side was broken, so I flipped it over and hit it in the same place on the other side to break it.

When both sides are broken in this way, the side of the stone, which has become thin by breaking up and down, becomes a sharp ‘blade’.

Repeat this process for the entire stone.

Work with moderate force, meticulously, and patiently so as not to overextend or impact the stone too vertically to make a mess.

“Sup!”

As the work progressed to some extent, Chester’s finger, which had been forced to hold on to the sharp, cracked side of the stone, was torn.

It is because it was shaken while breaking the stone.

I said I was careful, but I couldn’t help it.

Chester accepted the torn finger and continued to work.

The strength in his grip loosened, and each time the stone he was breaking shook, it tore here and there, but he continued silently.

In that way, a flat stone knife that was evenly broken into thin ovals was completed.

After dipping his bleeding hand into the river, Chester checked the shape of the stone knife and began to break it to make it a little thinner on one side.

After making the part that hangs on the handle, what can be called a tangerine, it is the turn of twigs of the appropriate thickness and strength that have been picked up from the forest.

After measuring the length of a twig that was just right to hold with one hand, I scratched the twig with a stone knife at a point that was slightly out of my palm.

The twigs that have been scratched are pressed down with their feet and pulled to break them, and then one side of the shorter side is scraped to make a thin groove.

‘Did I dig too thick?’

After examining the thickness of the tang and groove of the stone knife, Chester took the bark from his pocket and made a rope thinner than he used to make the slingshot.

‘If I knew the trees that produced resin, I could make them stronger.’

That couldn’t be the case, so Chester wrapped thin braided rope around the tang to match the thickness of the groove.

The tang, which had become thick enough to be a little tight due to the wrapping of the rope, was inserted into a wooden stick, and the remaining part of the rope was wrapped around the handle to stay.

‘It’ll be a little better if I do it this way.’

The knife is complete.

Chester took what was left of the cut twig and began to scrape the surface with a stone knife.

I was thinking of making this remaining part into a spearhead, so I cleaned up the twigs and the rough surface to double as a stone knife test.

‘not bad. Thanks to the rope wrapped around the handle, it wraps around my hand better than I thought.’

However, it was also lacking in hand taste compared to the finest knives I had used as a butler.

Chester, who had to solve various chores by assisting Monia because knives were a small tool used for various miscellaneous tasks, carefully and meticulously selected and selected knives.

Now, even cleaning the surface of a tree branch with this stone knife was a hassle, but if I had done it with that knife, I would have been able to clean it with the feeling of brushing silk, like walking on clouds.

‘My knife. knife. Whose hands do you think it is now?’

Making the knife took longer than expected, so Chester picked up stones to take home and weaved them into vines.

After weaving stones with vines and putting them on our backs, we had lunch with grilled fish.

‘What is Monia doing?’

Chester, who ate all the fish while thinking about that, smiled contentedly at his stomach, which, unlike yesterday, brought him to satisfaction.

After drinking in the river again, I thought it was a waste to leave as I was watching the flowing river.

I couldn’t walk this distance from my house to the river to drink water every time.

‘I wish I had a bucket of water. Shall I make it with leather?’

Chester briefly thought about catching an animal and making a water trough out of its hide, but gave up on that idea.

It would be easy to simply make a pouch out of leather, but I didn’t know how to treat the leather so it wouldn’t rot.

Since it is humid and the sun is hot, things will rot easily, but if you fill it with water and the leather rots and gets dirty, it’s a big deal.

‘Then shall we make a water bottle out of bamboo?’

That wasn’t a bad idea.

Bamboo is light and hollow, so it is good for holding water. In addition, it is an all-purpose material that can be used to make any tool.

‘My father said that bamboo is a blessing from God.’

Chester walked upstream to look at the various tools that could be made from bamboo.

‘If you handle bamboo well, you can make many things. If we make traps and catch fish, the food situation will improve considerably.’

If the food situation and water shortage are resolved, we will be able to move to the next step with more time than we have now.

I wanted to rebuild the temporary house properly, and I wanted to explore the island in earnest to check the risk factors and prepare for them.

Chester walked and walked up the river.

Fortunately, I went straight without encountering a bear again, and finally arrived at a place.

“waterfall?”

At the upper end of the river, sheer cliffs, cascading waterfalls and clear lakes greeted Chester.