An island not far from Doris Island
A tall boy was thrown outside.
"Get out! Monster!" A beautiful woman had panic in her eyes, "Please, monster, don't come back to your clan again! Get out! Get out of here!"
"Clan leader..." The boy looked at his clansmen, a little at a loss.
"I...I was wrong. I will not destroy things in the clan anymore. Clan leader...let me go back." He begged, kneeling on the ground, moving his legs towards The beautiful woman crawled over.
"Don't... don't come over. I beg you, don't come over. Our tribe will be happy as long as it's not you - as long as it's not you!" The beautiful matriarch backed away in horror, "Please, please." Mia, please, get out of here, get out of here, get out!"
The boy known as Jimiya stretched out a hand in the direction of the clan leader.
The clan leader shrank in panic.
Jimia's hand stopped.
He smiled.
"Ah, so, as long as I am not in the clan, can I make everyone happy?"
The patriarch nodded crazily: "Don't you want to use your own power to make the tribe happy, so get out of here."
"...Then I understand."
The boy named Jimia stood up, took one last look at his tribe, and turned to leave.
This year, Jimia is ten years old.
...
Early the next morning.
Ocean rubbed his eyes and sat up.
He felt a little strange and a little uncomfortable, but had no idea what was wrong.
"What's wrong, Ocean, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Doris had just woken up and looked at her son who was lying on a separate shelf strangely.
When Ocean was three years old, he built a small shelf to sleep alone.
"No...it just feels a little strange." Ocean scratched the back of his head.
"Is it the wound?" Doris put her hand on Ocean's head worriedly.
Wounds can become infected, and infection can lead to fever. Doris was worried that Ocean would develop a fever.
"Well...the temperature is normal, so what's wrong with you?" Feeling the normal temperature, Doris breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Ocean strangely.
"I don't know either, Mom." Ocean got off the shelf, frowned and stretched his muscles.
The wound on his back no longer hurts much. Even last night when Ocean was lying down to sleep, he didn't feel much pain.
Doris noticed something was wrong.
"Oshen...have you...grew a little taller?" She looked at her son and said a little unconvincingly.
"well?"
Ocean looked at his palm.
It seems like... my hands are a little bigger too?
Mother and son looked at each other.
Ocean quickly stood at the traces carved in the previous two years, and Doris followed.
"Super-exceeded!" Doris covered her mouth in surprise and said.
Ocean's height has exceeded that mark.
"Really, mom!" Ocean looked at Doris with bright eyes.
"Really, um..." Doris put her hand on Ocean's head, "You'll know when you come over and take a look!"
Ocean walked out with his head shrinking and turned to look.
The position of Doris's hand was indeed on top of the mark.
"Mom! I can go hunting now!" Ocean jumped up happily.
"Huh? Ah..." Doris was stunned.
Yes, I am just happy that my son is growing taller, but I seem to have promised him that when his height exceeds that line, I will let him go hunting...
After thinking about it, Doris was a little conflicted as she recalled the horrific wounds of Ocean's grief yesterday.
She was afraid that Ocean would be in danger. On the sea or in the sea, he would be protected by his father, and he could even lift the 40-meter Scylla and walk back from a long distance at sea, but on land... ...
Ocean's power may not even be comparable to Luslan's.
They deceived Ocean to go to sea just for safety reasons.
But this naughty kid doesn't like playing in the sea at all, and desperately wants to go hunting in the jungle with Liliya's group of men.
It's not that he doesn't like it, it's just that compared to spearing fish in the sea, Ocean prefers to go to the jungle with a wooden spear.
What should I do...How should I reject this naughty kid...
"Doris, I think you should promise him." Cora walked in and looked at Cora with a smile.
"Auntie, you are the best!" Ou Shen cheered.
"Cora, what's wrong with you?" Doris was startled, took Cora's hand, and shook her head quickly.
"Even if Ocean goes now, he will just help carry and handle the prey. He will not encounter any danger." Cora looked at Doris with a little strangeness, "Why don't you say Doris... ..Aren’t you a little too worried?”
"Huh?..." Doris was stunned.
Cora smiled and shook her head: "You said before that you wanted Ocean to go away, but now it doesn't look like you want her to go away."
"Although he is only four years old, but - he is a man. Sooner or later he will go to the jungle to participate in hunting."
Doris pursed her lips and blinked her beautiful eyes quickly.
Finally, she sighed and chose to compromise.
"...You're right, Cora." She pulled her son, who was almost taller than herself, and touched his head, "I'm a little confused...Parents shouldn't be A child’s yoke.”
"That's what I'm saying, that's what I'm saying." Ou Shen didn't understand, but it didn't stop him from nodding. He nodded quickly, nodding to create an afterimage.
Doris looked at Ocean and felt her blood pressure rising again.
"Cora, take this kid away quickly. I'll pack up and go to the patriarch's seat." Doris waved her hand, signaling her sister to take this annoying thing away quickly.
"Hahahaha!" Cora was amused by Doris's reaction, "Okay, Ocean, go with your aunt. I think you can follow Liliana to the forest later."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Old Ocean was excited and ran out of the shed first.
...
Doris sat on the patriarch's seat and looked at the excited Ocean, whose face was flushed, with a sad expression.
"Liliana." She called to her subordinate.
"Master Patriarch." Liliana's face showed seriousness and reverence, and she knelt on one knee beside Doris.
"My son, Oceanus, is physically fit enough to participate in hunting, so... take him with you for today's hunting." Doris said expressionlessly.
When sitting in this position as the patriarch, she must maintain this serious expression. This is what the deceased previous patriarch told her.
"...Is that so? I understand." Liliya was a little surprised, but still nodded and looked at the boy who was obviously too young but whose muscles already looked very strong.
The tribesmen were also a little surprised and started talking about it.
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