Survive on a Deserted Island With the Villainous Young Lady

Bear.

Although it is small, it is still a bear.

It is about the size of a child, but it is a bear.

What is a bear

When it stands on its own two feet, it is a monster that is twice as tall as a strong adult male and four to five times its volume.

It is a monster armed with large, ferocious teeth and claws, tough hide and sparse fur, a thick layer of fat, and intelligence that belongs to the superior side of animals.

As far as Chester knows, it is also the strongest creature.

‘It’s a bear.’

As a child, Chester had only seen a bear in person once.

When he was a child, while running and playing in the mountains, he noticed a large shadow hanging around in the distance.

He looked at something, and it was a big bear.

The one in front of that bear was a wandering knight wearing a splendid armor.

Chester knew that bears at that time were just emerging from hibernation, hungry and ferocious, but the knight did not seem to have that knowledge.

The knight pounced on the bear, and the bear’s front paw broke his neck and killed him instantly.

The bear tore the armor like paper and ate the knight’s intestines before disappearing in the forest.

After the bear was gone, Chester did not move until the birds that have descended upon the knight’s corpse peacefully ate it.

Until then, to Chester, the animals of the mountains were nothing more than ‘games his father hunted’ and ‘resources that turned into money and food to enrich himself’.

But at that moment he found out.

The true place of humans and wild animals.

He thoroughly knew who is hunting and who is being hunted.

He can’t remember how old he was, but it was the moment when the forest, which was Chester’s playground, turned into a wild for survival.

Memories of fear that has been imprinted since childhood.

The same kind of bear is in front of Chester now.

Although it is small, it did not diminish the fear in his heart.

‘If there is a baby, there must be a mother nearby.’

Chester turned his eyes to see where the mother bear is, but when the baby bear in front of him moved, his whole body tensed and his gaze focused on it again.

‘If you look weak, you will be attacked.’

Chester puffed out his shoulders to make his body look as big as possible, and took a threatening pose to avoid showing weakness.

“Ugh, uh.”

He squeezed his trembling mouth shut, then let out the air that filled his lungs and shouted.

“aaaaah!”

Chester let out a roar, and the bear pauses a little.

“oooooh!”

Stomp your feet hard, then thump! After making a noise, Chester shouted again.

“Ugh, ugh!”

He kept shouting and shouting, somehow hiding his trembling voice.

“Aww! Wow!”

As you shout, slowly take a step forward.

He was terribly scared, but he couldn’t back down.

Chester encouraged himself, stomping hard and leaning forward again.

“aaah!!”

The threatening roar that flowed from his mouth is close to a male scream.

‘What can I do? What do I do? Shall I throw a stone? Damn it! If only I had a weapon! Anything other than a slingshot!’

How dangerous is it?

Chester took a stone out of his pocket and got into a tossing position when the bear suddenly turned around.

“Huh?”

The bear turned away and disappeared into the forest, and the near confrontation forced Chester to look in that direction, with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“…. Ha ha!”

After, feeling that the bear is gone, Chester knelt down on the spot.

“I lived….!!”

The bear luckily backed off.

If it was a bit later, Chester would have thrown stones at him in desperation, and most likely he would have been attacked and killed by an excited bear.

Chester felt the cold sweat covering his whole body and approached the river, put his head down and drank it.

How much water did he drink.

Chester raised his head, still looking blankly at the spot where the bear had been.

The image of the bear still lingered in Chester’s mind.

* * * * *

“Suck!”

After drinking water from the river, building a bonfire, and even catching fish for lunch and storing them in a small watering hole, Chester began making tools in earnest.

“Suck!”

And in order to find a suitable stone to make into a tool, he was pounding stones or rocks at a large stone and breaking it.

‘Oh, this is pretty sharp.’

And he finally found a piece of stone that is broken sharp and hard and moderately flat, suitable for a tool.

Chester picked up shards of faintly bluish stone and smashed them apart with another suitable stone.

He checked the stone, and saw a part on one side is broken, so he flipped it over and hit it in the same place on the other side to break it.

When both sides are broken in this way, the side of the stone, which has become thin by breaking up and down, becomes a sharp ‘blade’.

Repeat this process for the entire stone.

Work with moderate force, meticulously, and patiently so as not to overextend or impact the stone too vertically to make a mess.

“Ouch!”

As the work progressed to some extent, Chester’s finger, which had been forced to hold on to the sharp, and cracked side of the stone, is cut.

It is because it was shaking while breaking the stone.

He said to himself to be careful, but it didn’t stop what happened.

Chester accepted the cut finger and continued to work.

The strength in his grip loosened, and each time the stone he was breaking shook, it cut here and there, but he continued silently.

In that way, a flat stone knife that is evenly broken into thin ovals is completed.

T/L: Note—Oval, this refers to most things with an egg shape.

After dipping his bleeding hand into the river, Chester checked the shape of the stone knife and began to break it to make it a little thinner on one side.

After making the part that hangs on the handle, what can be called a tangerine, it is the turn of twigs of the appropriate thickness and strength that have been picked up from the forest.

After measuring the length of a branch that was just right to hold with one hand, I scratched the branch with a stone knife at a point that was slightly out of my palm.

The branch that have been scratched are pressed down with their feet and pulled to break them, and then one side of the shorter side is scraped to make a thin hole.

‘Did I dig too thick?’

After examining the thickness of the tang and hole of the stone knife, Chester took the bark from his pocket and made a rope thinner than he used to make the slingshot.

‘If I knew the trees that produced resin, I could make the tools stronger.’

That couldn’t be helped, so Chester wrapped thin braided rope around the tang to match the thickness of the hole.

The tang, which had become thick enough to be a little tight due to the wrapping of the rope, was inserted into a wooden stick, and the remaining part of the rope was wrapped around the handle to stay.

‘It’ll be a little better if I do it this way.’

The knife is complete.

Chester took what was left of the cut branch and began to scrape the surface with a stone knife.

He is thinking of making this remaining part into a spearhead, so he cleaned up the branch and the rough surface to double as a stone knife test.

‘Not bad. Thanks to the rope wrapped around the handle, it grips around my hand better than I thought.’

However, it is also lacking when compared to the finest knives he had used as a butler.

Chester, who had to solve various chores by assisting Monia, and knives were a small tool used for various miscellaneous tasks, so he had to be careful and meticulously select the knives.

But now, even cleaning the surface of a tree branch with this stone knife is a hassle, but if he had done it with those knives, he would have been able to clean it with the feeling of brushing silk, like walking on clouds.

‘My knife. Knife. Do you recognize these hands now?’

Making the knife took longer than expected, so Chester picked up stones to take to the shelter and weave them with ropes.

After weaving stones with ropes and putting them on our backs, he had lunch with grilled fish.

‘What is Monia doing?’

Chester, who ate all the fish while thinking about that, smiled contentedly at his stomach, which, unlike yesterday, is now full and brought him great satisfaction.

After drinking in the river again, he thought it was a waste to leave as he was watching the flowing river.

He couldn’t walk this distance from his shelter to the river to drink water every time.

‘I wish I had a bucket of water. Shall I make it with leather?’

Chester briefly thought about catching an animal and making a water container out of its hide, but soon gave up on the idea.

It would be easy to simply make a pouch out of leather, but he didn’t know how to treat the leather, so it wouldn’t rot.

Since it is humid and the sun is hot, things will rot easily, but if you fill it with water and the leather rots and the water inside gets dirty, it’s a big deal.

‘Then shall I make a water bottle out of bamboo?’

That wasn’t a bad idea.

Bamboo is light and hollow, so it is good for holding water. In addition, it is an all-purpose material that can be used to make any tool.

‘My father said that bamboos are a blessing from the Gods.’

Chester walked upstream and thought of the various tools that could be made from bamboo.

‘If you handle bamboo well, you can make many things. If we make traps and catch fish, the food situation will improve considerably.’

If the food situation and water shortage are resolved, we will be able to move to the next step with more time than we have now.

He wanted to rebuild the temporary shelter properly, and he wanted to explore the island in earnest to check the risk factors and prepare for them.

Chester walked and walked up the river.

Fortunately, he went straight without encountering a bear again, and finally arrived at a place.

“Waterfall?”

At the upper end of the river, sheer cliffs, cascading waterfalls and clear lakes greeted Chester.