The weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins Light Novel

Surviving in the Forest for Three Years

The Fortune Teller came to see me several times since then. She tells me a story, or gives me a degraded potion. She also gives me some food.

In the meantime, my situation is getting worse and worse. About a year after that day, I was unable to enter my room.

Sad and crying, once, I threw a cup, which was on the desk, towards my mother. After that, I was beaten by my father, and experienced pain I had never felt before. My mother never stopped my father when he continued to do it.

Although it was a degraded version, the potions were helpful. I was sad that my scars had increased, but no tears fell.

Once I began to live hidden in the woods, I became strangely relieved. Since I didn't want to be seen by anyone, I developed a technique to hide myself. I honed that skill so that I could not be found.

Meanwhile, I read two books the Fortune Teller gave me over and over again to memorize it.

Edible nuts, poison grass, medicinal herbs. I learned to recognize each of these plants characteristics and many more. This will make life in the forest a little safer.

I remember once when I ate a poisonous plant by mistake and suffered greatly.

Besides those two books, there were also books on how to trap prey. I learn and practice the traps by myself. After having failed several times, I was finally able to catch something.

I feel like someone was screaming inside me during the dismantling, but it must have been my imagination. I'm a little excited, it's been a long time since I've eaten meat.

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3 years later I think I have a lot of physical strength. I can run in the forest for a long time. Although it is a small prey, the probability of prey being caught has also increased.

I'm also now able to treat wounds using medicinal herbs. My life in the forest is going well.

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I felt worried about something, so I left the forest for the first time in a long time and went to the village.

...They looked surprised, maybe because they thought I was dead. I don't care that they thought I was dead. What worries me is the Fortune Teller.

She came to see me every two weeks, but I haven't seen her for about a month. Did something happen?

There's no one in the Fortune Teller's house. I'm worried about what happened.

I hear a voice, whispering in the back. When I listen closely, I can slightly hear what they're talking about.

The contents of the conversation make me feel as if my chest was tightly grasped.

...I leave quickly and run away to the forest.

...The Fortune Teller died... They said that she had a cold. They also said that If there was any potion that could cure her, the village chief would have it. But...the village chief refused to treat her with their potions.

The cause seems to be me. The Fortune Teller who helped me seemed to have earned the animosity of the village.

I didn't know that. Because of me......

I return to my hiding place. I don't feel like doing anything. Although I was sad, there were no tears for some reason.

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