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It turned out that no one took my Holmgang challenge seriously ... I am over a hundred years old and the body of a 5 year old child, it is terribly irritating. However, it also had unexpected effects, I ridiculed my father in public and became homeless ... by choice. When I publicly suggested that my father prefers boys to women, because my stepmother always screams that he is not putting in that hole ... immediately my father wanted to punch me. Unfortunately, he was unlucky, since I regained my powers, in my eyes he was just an ant. I grabbed his arm and broke it, when he fell to the ground, I hit him in the face, breaking his jaws ... and to make him remember for the future, I hit him in the testicles... He was writhing in pain.

Without looking at anyone, I left the villages and went to live in the forest. See you in a few years, daddy.

(Random POV)

I have seen many strange situations, I've been on many raids, many battles, but never anything like this... I haven't seen anything like that before, a child just a few years old, It beat a grown man. I don't know what a descendant of Thor or some other God, but if he doesn't die, he'll be someone famous in the future.

(End POV)

Life in the forest had its advantages, there was no shortage of food, and I only needed a stone for hunting. Thrown with the appropriate strength, he immediately felled a deer or a wolf ... thanks to this I also gained skin and bones. Though I lacked tools, I could do many things myself, but it took longer.

Five years later

I've been living alone in this forest for five years. I didn't even know that living in such a wilderness calms down so much ... There was no rush, nobody told me to do anything, I didn't have to do anything, I lived like a king. Except without the crown... throne, servant, comfortable bed. Who am I cheating ... I lived like the king of the homeless.

I needed food, so I went hunting or fishing. I picked mushrooms and forest fruits ... sometimes someone got lost in the forest, so first I killed him then robbed ... idyllic life.

Once there was a case that three outlaws discovered my dugout, they probably did not expect to find a child there. They decided they were not in danger ... which was a mistake.

I took the ax from the first of them, and while he was still in shock, I hit him with the head of the ax on the back of the head. He fell to the ground and blood flowed from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. He also got seizures. The other two of his companions attacked ... I didn't like using the ax, it weighed almost as much as a sword or a saber, but the center of gravity was all the way forward. This made the blows stronger, but also slower.

They were both bigger than me, the reach of their arms was also bigger ... my only option was to fight unconventionally. I grabbed a handful of dirt and was going to throw it in the eyes of the opponent standing in front of me.

Of course, my intentions were read, he shaded his eyes with his forearm, while I threw dirt in the eyes of the opponent on the right, who did not expect it. I reduced the distance, I hit him with my shoulder, knocking him over on the ground ... he tried to cover himself with his hand, but my ax was already heading towards his face ... the blade partially entered his mouth and nose ... unfortunately my ax got stuck and the last enemy was already close . I left the blade in the skull and grabbed the weapon that Mr. Two-Face had dropped.

I saw him take a swing, at the last moment I jumped back, the blade of his ax hit his dead companion ... splitting his skull even more.

I took advantage of his moment of hesitation and hit him in the hand with my ax. Fall back, he was holding the stump and screamed ... screamed terribly. It's good that I don't have any neighbors.

- Stop screaming, you're yelling like you're being murdered. I'm in a good mood today, so you can go, but first you have to strip your comrades naked, leave everything valuable ... and help me get rid of their bodies, the smell of blood may attract some bear or wolves.

He looked at me in disbelief, but as they say ... "a drowning man grabs the razor."

There was a small cliff near my dugout, I ordered him to dump the bodies there, unfortunately he was not good at it and I had to help him.

When both naked bodies had landed at the bottom of the precipice, I looked at the one-handed outlaw.

- You are free, you can go ... are you waiting for praise? Well done, get the fuck out now, before I change my mind. I cut off your hand, not your ears ...

I had barely finished this sentence and he fell to the ground.

I walked over to him to see if he was still alive. He was alive, but his pulse was weak, he lost too much blood ... it's good that we're over the cliff, I won't have to carry him far. I pushed him down with my foot, I think the rush of air woke him up because he started screaming.

- I said you were free, free as a bird.

I went back to checking the loot ... three axes, three knives, some leather and linen clothes worn out, but the poor man can't be picky. Some metal ornaments, belts, buckles, shoes ... and a small bag in which there was salt ... dirty, contaminated but salt ... today will be a feast.

I looked towards the gulf.

- Thank you, my savior, you gave me great pleasure and a gift that I did not expect.