8 Hunting Festival - 3/3

Sattir was walking slowly with his entourage towards the podium where the warrior leaders of the tribe were waiting for him, all the orcs as always held the highest respect for him and that filled him with satisfaction, he was making sure to walk slowly to get the most out of that feeling.

His walk soon comes to one of the most important points for him, this point was the moment when the warriors would bend down and ask for the symbols of good hunting. Sattir always got angry for Huzzar standing up and not kneeling for the big he, but he endured, after all, he was the best in his area as well.

With the air of superiority, Sattir begins to paint the 4 warlords and with ease and speed which he conquered with practice over the years, he ends and then stands before his old rival. If he could choose he would not make the symbols in that big orc he hated so much, but otherwise, he could not let the glory of painting the great warrior to any other, everything was so confusing.

After finishing his work he stood beside Huzzar, standing on the podium, above all others, letting the ecstasy of the feeling of superiority flow through his body.

While enjoying his feeling Sattir got bothered, someone was analyzing he, someone really was being abused enough to analyze it, with irritation Sattir eye for the individual that made him lose his dear feeling, to his surprise was not even an orc who was looking at him, but a human, a fool and insignificant filthy human. Seeing such a thing Sattir felt an urge to simply kill that worm, but then, from the boy's eyes, he saw the purest admiration he had ever felt.

'uhh he at least knows how to admire the big self' Sattir reflected a little on the boy's look and it cheered him on, 'the boy is smart, he must be wanting to see the big me and then he tried to understand me better, yes, I'm right , the boy is smart. ' The old Shaman's thinking changed so fast that if anyone knew he would think he was crazy.

Sattir again had been excited and when he tried to take his eyes off the boy he saw something, saw that an aura left the boy, an elemental aura that brought a warm feeling, was very weak, but surprised him, the boy possessed the gift of magic.

When he realized that, he got a bit agitated, the boy was obviously a greenhorn, he was there in the middle of them, of course, it must be one, but the problem was that to be a greenhorn, the boy must have been 11 to 14 years old and the magic only arouses in someone at the age of 16, being 16 as soon as possible, and the importance of this did not stop there, because the sooner someone awakens, most talented in magic the person was, that perception left him agitated.

Taking a deep breath and taking his hand to the heart, a smile begins to appear on his face 'of course he is a genius. He can see my greatness, if he sees the great self, he must be talented! 'Sattir begins to wonder about his discovery and get lost in his thought.

When the old shaman comes back to him he realizes that the boy was the last of his group and therefore should be the weakest, but that did not matter to him, the boy did not have to be a strong warrior, the boy has magic.

The old orc tried his best to look the other way, enjoying his sense of superiority, but he always ended up looking at that young human, he felt that maybe he needed a new apprentice, maybe his legacy did not have to die next to him.

Observing that it was time for the boy to receive his blessing from the hunter, Sattir focused his attention more than at any other time, he wanted to see if any reaction would happen, for a magician if painted with this blessing would inevitably provoke the manifestation of his power magical and then with that he could be sure that the boy possessed magic, to make sure his old eyes were not preaching a play on him.

To his complete annoyance, the damned apprentice who was to paint the boy marked him with an incomplete symbol, that was not one of the hunter's symbols of blessing, the damned apprentice ruined everything, Sattir was unsatisfied with that and for the young orc's bad luck he had aroused the irritation of an old man who was truly spiteful.

Sattir's plans had been interrupted by a cursed apprentice who did not know how to behave and dared to act arrogant and were his plan. Of course, none of this was the old shaman's plan, but now nothing else mattered to him, with his spiteful mind he had already decided that he would make a hell of the life of this pretentious young orc.

Sattir realized that the boy could not endure that humiliation and intended to attack, he could not allow it, if the boy attacks now in the middle of the ritual he could not prevent the boy from being severely punished by death.

Without blinking the old shaman quickly presses with your aura Maou and with that makes him lose his strength.

Sattir knew the boy would not understand and could hold a grudge, but that did not matter to him now, he was not even sure the boy was worth anything. With a quick thought, the old shaman surprises everyone on the spot with an unprecedented statement.

"Listen! In this glorious festival, the forces of nature whispered in my ears that someone should be graced with one of the great symbols of the hunter and this must be done by myself! Everyone, listen !!! And the one I choose ... will be ... the last among all greenhorn !!! Everyone must know the power of the Hunt and Power of the Great Hunter !!! "Like an explosion, the voice of the Shaman spread throughout the place. Without knowing the old orc had given more work, in the next years, this would be one of the most awaited moments by all, and then a new tradition was born thus.