I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 270

Among the crops used in cooking, there is the onion.

It is famous for having no core, meaning there is no end to peeling it.

Sometimes, people are described as being like an onion, which means that no matter how much you peel them, something new always comes out.

It is an expression that can be used positively, or conversely, negatively.

’Even an onion wouldn’t go that far.’

Would you believe it if there was a person who made even such an onion take a back seat? Ludwig believed it.

It went beyond just something new coming out with every peel. A whole new onion just popped out.

Logically, it made no sense, but he had no choice because of what he was seeing with his own eyes right now.

’In a way, it is more threatening than magic.’

Ludwig stared at the back of Grylls, who was practicing archery bare-handed.

Without channeling mana into the bow and arrow, he was shooting solely with his pure physical ability.

If you only saw this, you would think it was just ordinary archery training.

Kwak!

"Oh yeah. Another bullseye."

[Do you perhaps have an Elf among your ancestors?]

"No? Why do you ask?"

[It is because you shoot the bow far better than I expected. Even an Elf might not be this good.]

But Grylls’s archery training process was enough to surprise even Ludwig.

If he had been surprised by power that transcended common sense before, this time he was surprised by pure talent.

’Normally, raising a professional archer would take at least half a year.’

Although archery is one of the basic skills of a knight, since ancient times, one must dig only one well to achieve great success.

Originally, to train a proper archer, it takes at least half a year.

Since this half-year includes basic physical training, if you shorten it, it takes about three months.

In the beginning, most cannot even draw the bowstring properly.

Even if they somehow manage to draw it, aiming near the target is difficult.

Because a mere 1cm difference at the aiming stage results in a deviation of over 10cm from the target.

Pak!

"Nice. Another hit."

But Grylls was different. Whether it was a natural gift, he displayed an extraordinary talent.

Not only did every single shot hit the target, but eight or nine out of ten arrows landed right in the center.

He seemed to have taken a liking to it, practicing endlessly. In fact, it was closer to a hobby than practice.

’Impressive.’

Ludwig was genuinely impressed. Cain hadn’t asked if he had an Elf among his ancestors for nothing.

In any skill, getting a ’feel’ for it is crucial. Grylls was practically in a state where he had captured that feel from the very beginning.

If this wasn’t talent, what was? There was no other way to explain it.

’The explosion is also a tremendous ability, come to think of it.’

The arrows Grylls fired were no ordinary arrows.

They were arrows capable of unleashing power that surpassed explosion magic.

A force that could play a major role not just individually, but also in places like war.

Though he himself grumbled about not being able to control it, even taking that into account, it was an incredible ability.

’However, in a forest like this, rapid fire is what matters.’

Grylls’s talent for archery was outstanding. This could not be denied.

But this place was a forest. An environment filled with obstacles in every direction.

Moreover, standing still and hitting a target was of fairly low difficulty.

To conduct proper ’training’, various systems were needed.

Since Ludwig had a track record of training numerous paladins, he knew the method as well.

"Grylls."

"Yes?"

Ludwig called out to Grylls, who was resting for a moment.

Then, picking up a moderately sized stone, he spoke.

"I will throw this. Hit it."

"...You want me to hit this?"

"Yes."

Grylls’s expression was quite a sight. A face full of doubt, questioning if this was really right.

But he soon recalled Ludwig’s former profession and acquiesced. There was nothing to lose by receiving his training.

"Alright. Then...."

"Without nocking the arrow."

"...."

An instruction came back to wait without even nocking the arrow.

At this, Grylls looked at Ludwig with a look of sheer absurdity.

But Ludwig’s expression was infinitely serious. He did not seem to be joking.

[It seems to be ranger training.]

"Rangers?"

[They refer to the elite among scouts.]

Grylls roughly understood what kind of training it was after hearing those words.

Since he happened to have dinosaur leather capable of stealth, this training would be extremely useful.

Scouting was one thing, but there were also beasts in the forest with which close combat was impossible.

Without even looking far, there was the Golden Poison Frog. Although it had relocated its habitat, at the time, he couldn’t even get close to it.

"Alright. I’ll give it a try."

Once Grylls gave his consent, Ludwig stepped far away from him.

Meanwhile, Grylls prepared himself to fire at any moment.

He had said not to nock the arrow beforehand, but he hadn’t said to put the arrows away entirely.

Hwiik!

Soon, Ludwig threw a stone without warning.

Rather than drawing an arc, it was closer to a flat-out throw, so it zipped past in an instant.

Ttak!

"Ugh!"

The flying stone struck the head of Lackey, who was just standing still.

From Lackey’s perspective, it was a bolt from the blue.

"...."

Regardless, Grylls stared at Ludwig. His face could not hide his absurdity.This story is hosted at no​velping.com.

He was doubting whether this was truly proper training. Before archery, this was a matter of kinetic vision.

"You have kinetic vision. You learned archery. Both are possible."

"Trying to catch two rabbits might make you lose both."

"Practice until you catch both."

"...."

Should he just quit? The urge welled up inside Grylls, but in the end, he decided to follow along quietly.

Since it was Ludwig of all people, he judged that he could trust and follow him.

From then on, Grylls underwent the training supervised by Ludwig.

Naturally, it was difficult at first, but as he focused, he was able to react.

Ttaaak!

"Ah, dammit...."

He had only reacted.

He raised his bow upon seeing the stone fly, but that was it.

Nocking and firing the arrow was too difficult.

Of course, this wasn’t training that could be mastered in a day or two, so there was no need to be impatient.

Hwiik!

Once again, a stone flew. Grylls did not look with his eyes, but listened to the ’sound’.

The moment he heard the sound, he reflexively raised his bow and nocked an arrow.

In the meantime, the stone had already flown elsewhere. It was a failure this time too. However, it felt different from when he had used his eyes. He could track it much faster.

’Is it not about seeing with my eyes, but listening to the sound?’

He had acquired the habit of reacting to sound through his experiences so far.

Since bad situations always arose whenever the bushes rustled, he had naturally gained it.

Grylls decided he could utilize this and waited for Ludwig’s throw.

Hwiik!

The moment he heard the sound, he fired the arrow. The time taken up to this point was about one second.

Because he had only reacted, the arrow missed. Still, it was satisfying.

Because now, it was no longer a matter of reaction, but a battle of kinetic vision.

"Let’s keep going."

"Mhm."

Grylls and Ludwig conducted the training for an hour.

Since efficiency would drop beyond that, they took a rest.

Furthermore, aside from doing the new training, there was something they needed to discuss.

"Is it really okay to do it haphazardly like this? When even focusing on just one thing might not be enough."

What Grylls worried about was one thing: that training like this would make him a jack of all trades and master of none.

Yesterday he was practicing swordsmanship and shield techniques, and today he was suddenly practicing archery.

Since he doubted whether this would help improve his skills, he had no choice but to ask.

"Only up to basic proficiency. The rest will take care of itself."

"Take care of itself?"

"Or you’ll die."

"...."

Ludwig offered an extremely simple solution.

Just build up to basic proficiency, and fill in the rest with real combat.

In any case, to survive in the Forest of the Four Seasons, there was no choice but to accumulate real combat data.

At such a simple and clear solution, Grylls chuckled. He couldn’t refute it.

"Come to think of it, you can shoot a bow too, right, ahjussi?"

"I can."

"Then I’ll get a bow for you later. Since your leg is uncomfortable."

"I am fine."

Just as Grylls said, since his leg was uncomfortable, a bow might be better.

However, unlike the Mythricon sword, a bow could not be channeled with aura.

Even if Grylls modified Mythricon arrows, the efficiency would drop.

"Don’t be like that, just take one. You can shoot from on top of Largo."

"...."

Still, the image of shooting a bow while riding on the back of the Kirin, Largo, was something he couldn’t give up. This was irresistible.

The moment Ludwig thought of that, he nodded without a shred of hesitation.

Using a bow while riding a horse(?) was extremely difficult, but if he trained, he would be able to master it.

Even if it wasn’t for training, shooting it to pass the time would be fine.

"By the way, where would a monster that actually uses a bow be nearby? In terms of distance, it should be far from here."

[It is best not to encounter them if possible. If nothing else, their numbers will be the problem.]

"Numbers..."

Grylls stared at the arrow in his hand. It was an arrow broken in half.

Unlike other arrows, the arrowhead was stone, not steel.

Judging by this, they did not seem to possess the technology to work iron.

’If they could work iron, they would have established a village.’

Just what kind of monster used a bow? He grew increasingly curious.

However, in the Forest of the Four Seasons, curiosity was akin to putting one’s life on the line.

Even if it wasn’t curiosity but some other purpose, it was the same.

Hadn’t a giant sand worm just appeared in the desert beyond the space earlier?

Grylls placed the broken arrow elsewhere and accessed the Gallery.

Today was slowly drawing to a close as well.

Title: Practiced archery

Wild Grylls

(Photo of arrows landing right in the center)

Ludwig ahjussi says I have a talent for archery. Feels good.

ㄴHeavenly Demon) A bow. Sometimes, this lady also enjoys it as a hobby.

ㄴWild Grylls) Are you good at shooting?

ㄴHeavenly Demon) To be honest, this lady does not have much talent for it. There is no reason to practice in the first place.This chapter is updated first at novelping . com.

ㄴSword Matstar) Are you abandoning swordsmanship by any chance? ㅠㅠ

ㄴWild Grylls) Ahh;; That’s not it! I am steadily reading Sword Matstar-nim’s posts!

ㄴAren’t you getting taught by Ludwig anyway?

ㄴEven considering that, the stuff Sword Matstar posts is worth reading. It’s a collection of know-how, so it’s really useful.

ㄴShe didn’t raise the continent’s average combat power for nothing lol

ㄴBut isn’t Grylls holding a shield until the very end?

ㄴSword Matstar) I should post a theory dedicated to one-handed swords soon. Please wait.

ㄴWild Grylls) There’s no need to go that far...

ㄴSword Matstar) It is absolutely necessary in order to marry me.

ㄴWild Grylls) Those jokes are getting old now.

ㄴSword Matstar) I guess it sounds like a joke to you ^^ You haven’t forgotten what you did to me, right?

ㄴWild Grylls) ???

ㄴGrylls. What on earth did you do?

ㄴDid you perhaps socialize behind our backs?

ㄴHow can you socialize in the Forest of the Four Seasons;;

ㄴLudwig did it though.

ㄴHoly shit lol

ㄴTrue. If you want to get married, go to the Forest of the Four Seasons lol

ㄴDon’t Abandon the Hero) Grylls-nim! What on earth did you do! Depending on the situation, I might have to take action!

ㄴWild Grylls) I didn’t do anything;; I’m seriously being framed here.

ㄴSword Matstar) Just kidding. The Golden Apple I ate last time tasted very good.

ㄴWild Grylls) See? Do I look like someone who would do bad things?

ㄴDon’t Abandon the Hero) You do look like someone who throws bait to the world whenever you get the chance!

ㄴWild Grylls) ;;

ㄴThen what, are we fish?

ㄴYeah, we are fish. We bite on the bait Grylls throws every time.

(Roughly a photo of reeling in a big catch)

ㄴLet’s Grow Trees) You use the bow very well! As expected, it’s certain that you had an Elf among your ancestors.

ㄴlol I could do at least that much.

ㄴAre you an Elf?

ㄴYeah

ㄴAh. Then I’ll be on my way.

ㄴlolololol

ㄴlololol

ㄴlolol

ㄴLook at them letting it slide because they’re an Elf when they were about to swear lol

ㄴOf course lol Elves are acknowledged lol

Once posted on the Gallery, it was filled with trivial stories.

Grylls enjoyed it moderately, then closed the Gallery and finished his daily routine.

"Guys. Let’s take some photos."

"Kkyuu?"

"Ppii?"

Before going to sleep, he did not forget to post photos of the Gallery Master and the candidate on the Gallery.

In particular, whenever he posted photos of the Gallery Master, meaning Wonmo, upvotes would flood in.

Tyranno was also formidable, but still fell short compared to Wonmo.

"Aw. You cute little things."

"Kkyuuuu~"

"Ppii~"

Finally, after hugging his cute babies, he went to sleep.

Hoping that tomorrow, by all means, would bring a peaceful daily life.

I tend to wake up early in the morning. Roughly one to two hours earlier than others.

Partly because practicing Internal Energy Regulation blows away the day’s fatigue, and partly because my eyes just open on their own.

Today was no exception. As soon as my eyes opened, I looked outside the cave.

Perhaps because it was summer, the light was shining brightly.

’I should get up and prepare breakfast.’

The first thing to do upon waking up in the morning is preparing food. I should go up to the river and check how many fish were caught.

Soon, rubbing my eyes, the exact moment I stepped out of the cave.

"Kkiik... kkik..."

"...?"

I could see it clearly with my own two eyes. The tree I had set up as a temporary target for practice yesterday.

Something in the shape of a tiny human, diligently collecting the arrows stuck in that tree.

Overall, its green skin was striking, and its proportions were similar to a human’s.

The figure was collecting the arrows stuck in the tree one by one, looking very much like it was stealing crops.

"Kkiik!"

"...."

"Kkik-kkik-kkik!"

The green dwarf who had finally collected all the arrows.

Whether it was pleased to have retrieved them all, it let out a bizarre laughing sound.

But did this fellow know? That while it was retrieving the arrows, I had approached behind it.

Staring at the back of the head of the fellow, who was wearing some semblance of ’clothing’, I spoke.

"Are you done?"

"...."

The green dwarf’s movements came to a sudden halt! It seemed its entire body had frozen.

Soon, the fellow slowly turned its head and faced me.

Its long ears and green skin were striking, but apart from that, its face was closer to a human’s than a monster’s.

"...Kkiik?"

I spoke to the fellow, who was talking in a slightly tearful manner.

"You, follow me."

Let’s hear what you have to say.