Survival was not his concern. He had inherited 99 more survival chances, his concern was 'How will I get myself treated after the raid?'
Not that he lacked the confidence for a successful raid. But that, the possibility of sustaining a severe injury was there. It was just inevitable at his current level.
"Gosh, gosh, gosh!" he lamented, hitting his bed as he rose from it and paced around for a bit. Looking unsatisfied, he made his movements towards the window.
'What should I do? I mean, what will I do?'
Nothing obviously. Things turned out like he expected... but not like how he had expected.
The reality of being a hunter only began to sink in. It wasn't about the rewards, it was about the reality of life and death.
The logic of possibilities and realities. The logic of nature and decision. They were all sinking in but he didn't want to think much.
He only tried to analyze the reality before him. The reality of being a hunter.
