Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Chapter 1 – The Person in Front, Your Pants Are Slipping

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In a cave, lying down everywhere in disorder were twenty children. A layer of thin, ragged hide covered around seven children. The others who weren’t covered by the hide either had their own, or they had to shrink in a ball at the side. But no matter if they were covered or shrunk into a ball, they sleep very soundly.

Since it hadn’t been cleaned in a long time and there were many people sleeping, there was a very heavy stench lingering about the cave. In their surroundings, there were bore air vents, allowing sunlight to enter, which barely permitted some light in the dark cave.

Underneath the air vent, on one side of the cave, a young child clad in torn tide was sleeping there. Ancak o diğerlerinden farklıydı. There was also a large dog that slept by his side, nearly the same size as him.

Shao Xuan gözlerini açtı. Seeing the sunlight that had already shone to his shoulders, he rubbed his eyes, crawled up, and tidied up the dry grass laid underneath him. Shao Xuan'ın hareketlerini gören, başlangıçta gözleri kapalı olan büyük köpek hızla ayağa kalktı ve Shao Xuan'ın az önce üzerinde bulunduğu kuru çimleri almasına izin vermek için itaatkar bir şekilde onun yanında diz çöktü.

Çimleri bir araya topladıktan sonra Shao Xuan, bir eliyle kuru ot demetini, diğer eliyle ipten yapılmış köpek tasmasını tutarak mağaradan çıktı.

Böylesine ilkel bir kabile benzeri bölgeye, bu kadar tarifsiz bir şekilde varmak, ıssız vahşi doğada bulunan kabilenin küçük bir veleti olmak. This body was very weak, as it likely hadn’t been able to heal from an illness. Ever since Shao Xuan woke up from that body, over half a year had passed. Even if he didn’t get used to it, he could only grit his teeth and bear with it. Sadece hayatta kalmak en önemlisiydi.

Shao Xuan never would have expected to truly come to a place like that. There were great differences from the primitive tribes of the Stone Age he had learnt from before when it was compared to this. Their appearances did not look anything special, but their essence was different.

Have you ever seen an ordinary person carrying a small water tank–sized rock with a single hand scrolling around aimlessly on the streets?

Hiç sıradan bir insanın herhangi bir alet yardımı olmadan üç kat yükseğe atladığını ve on metre yüksekliğindeki üç kattan atladıktan sonra sabit bir şekilde ayakta durduğunu gördünüz mü?

Shao Xuan had never seen that in his past life, but in this one . . . her gün görüyor!

Yeni çıktığı mağara ise, mağaranın görünümü yatmış bir ineğe benzediğinden orijinal adı “Yatan İnek Mağarası” idi. It was named by the tribe’s “shaman” back then; ancak üzerinden bin yıl geçmişti. As the years and months replaced one another, the tribe, as it reproduced, built houses outside the cave. As a result, the cave was used as a place for orphans that were taken in by the tribe. Henceforth, it was named as the “Children’s Cave” by the tribe’s people. İçeride yaşayan çocukların ne onlara bakacak ebeveynleri vardı, ne de kabilede onları evlat edinmeye istekli kimse vardı. So, all in all, the “Children’s Cave” was the tribe’s orphanage.

After Shao Xuan arrived at that place, he hadn’t seen people from other tribes. Which meant in the vicinity of their mountain range, there was only one tribe, their “Flaming Horn” tribe.

In the isolated tribe, it was a life of self-sufficiency.

Whilst pulling the dog, Shao Xuan walked about in leisure.

Shortly after, he saw an incongruously sized wooden house. Some of its components were also wood combined with things such as rocks, grass, and dirt. In comparison to the one before, this one, made of wood and rocks, was slightly larger, and it looked also a bit sturdier. That house could be counted as a mansion, located near the foot of the mountain.

Ama ister ahşap evler, ister ahşap ve kayadan "konaklar" olsun, Shao Xuan'ın gözünde bunlar korkunç derecede basit yapılardı. However, after staying there for such a long time, Shao Xuan did yearn for a wooden house that belonged to himself. Ancak o aşama gerçekleştirilemedi.
At that time, there were already people starting to move about. Adamlar taşlamak için taş aletlerini çoktan çıkarmışlardı, bu yüzden bir dahaki sefere zaten bilenmiş taş bıçaklarla ava çıktıklarında bu daha kolay olacaktı. The women too had their own work—sewing hides, drying foods, etc.

When Shao Xuan passed, quite a few people’s gazes looked over. Not at Shao Xuan, but at the organism Shao Xuan was pulling. In their eyes were drooling and greed as they swallowed their saliva. In their perspective, Shao Xuan was pulling a huge chunk of meat, enough for them to have several meals. The eyes of those who woke up early to work yet still had an empty stomach turned green; however, after they saw the thing worn around its neck, they—unwillingly—endured their longing to take the wolf away. That was the Marking Tile of the “shaman”, meaning it belonged to the shaman. Dokunmaya cesaret edemediler. In their eyes, Shao Xuan was also merely helping the shaman to look after the wolf.

Yes, it was actually a wolf by Shao Xuan’s side. It was born within the mountain ranges, but when it was young, a warrior hunting from the tribe found it. Shao Xuan'ın yiyebilmesi için onu geri getirdi, ancak tesadüfen kabilenin şamanı geçti, üzerinde bir şamanın işaretini taşıyan bir İşaret Taşı bıraktı ve sonra oradan ayrıldı. Shao Xuan named the wolf “Caesar”, the name in which Shao Xuan named his former life’s dog. He raised Caesar like he did a dog, all the way up until the present.

Oradaki insanların düşünceleri çok tuhaftı. Açıkçası, şamana oldukça saygı duyuyorlardı, ancak Shao Xuan'la yüzleşirken tavırları, şamanın Shao Xuan'a İşaret Taşı verdiğini gördükten sonra bile pek değişmedi. The only thing different was them holding out on their desire to cut Caesar up and eat it. As for the other areas, they did nothing more than what they’d usually do. After all, the shaman did not tell everyone to help Shao Xuan. Where would such a grand character such as the shaman have time to pay attention to a child? As time passed, all of them got used to a child that had a wolf. And, ever since Caesar was a wolf cub who didn’t even have a complete row of teeth, the shaman hadn’t appeared again.

But what made the people near the foot of mountain baffled was why did Shao Xuan call Caesar a dog?

Peki köpek neydi?

However, that question did not linger for long because no one paid attention to it. They didn’t bother paying attention to it, as they were busy focusing on other things—food.

Shao Xuan was already used to the surrounding gazes. As though nothing were happening, he continued pulling Caesar and walking. Even if the tribe’s people were greedy, they would not go and rob the shaman’s things. As Shi Qi had said: shamans’ position in tribes was very high. Dağın "nüfuzlu insanlar için bölgesinde" ikamet eden kişinin, kabiledeki konumu en yüksek -ya da ikinci en yüksek- olan şamanın neden "Çocuk Mağarası"nda uyuyan Shao Xuan'a -çok düşük bir varoluşa- bu kadar önemli bir İşaretleme Taşı verdiğine gelince, bu, o zamanlar Shao Xuan'ın bahsettiği bir terim olan "yükseltme" nedeniyleydi. Originally, Shao Xuan said back then to raise the little wolf cub Caesar before eating it, and coincidentally, the shaman heard those words. Shao Xuan'ın onu kaldırmasına izin verdi ve kabiledeki diğerlerinin onu almasını önlemek için şaman, Shao Xuan'ın boynuna asılan bir İşaret Taşı bıraktı.

The “shaman” had great interest in raising, but in over half a year, the old man hadn’t even appeared once. As a result, the impression Shao Xuan had on the old man was—an irresponsible old swindler. Kurt yetiştirmek kolay mıydı? Every day, he was being glared at by the people surrounding him. Without a powerful mental endurability, he would have already gone insane.

In short, raising Caesar was completely because of a coincidence.

Hayat ne kadar zordu! Although the tribe took care of the food issue in the Children’s Cave, he was still hungry.

Shao Xuan çaresizce içini çekti. He looked forward, then the corners of his eyes twitched.
Before him, on his shoulder, a person was holding a stone club—two meters long in the shape of a baseball bat, yet a lot thicker. That was really quite heavy, and according to Shao Xuan’s past life’s standards, even if he could lift it up it would be very tiring. Yet, that person seemed to hold it as effortlessly as holding an ordinary hoe. With yawns, he languidly walked on the mountain, probably heading to the hunter group in order to discuss the matter of hunting.

Bu, buradaki normal bir insan olarak. As for Shao Xuan, he belonged in the weak collection of people who hadn’t have their Power of Totem awakened. Yaklaşık on yaşına geldiğinde Totem Gücü uyanacak ve ancak o zaman dışarıda avlanma yeteneğine sahip sıradan bir savaşçı olarak kabul edilecekti. The Power of Totem was the only level of measure that determined if one were able to become a hunting warrior or not in the tribe.

As for what exactly was the Power of Totem, Shao Xuan did not know. Belki zamanı geldiğinde anlardı.

O anda Shao Xuan'ın önünde uykulu görünen taş bir sopa taşıyan amcası, şortu neredeyse dizlerine kadar kayarken giydiği deriyi görmemişti. In broad daylight, he continued scroll about as though nothing were wrong. There were no reactions from the surrounding people when they saw it either.

Shao Xuan held it in, but ultimately, still said, “The Uncle who’s carrying a club in front, your pants are slipping!”

Only after Shao Xuan’s third yell did the person in front of him turn around with a yawn. He glanced over Shao Xuan, his line of sight pausing on Caesar for around half a minute, then looked down at his slid pants. Afterwards, he calmly pulled them up, fastened the belt, and continued walking towards the mountain with the club on his shoulder.

Shao Xuan artık hiçbir şey söylemedi.

Kabilenin halkının bakış açısıyla. . . Görgü kuralları? Utanç? Bu da ne? Onu yiyebilir misin? If you can’t, what the hell is the point of talking about it?