The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins Chapter 4

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Chapter 4 Surviving in the forest for three years.

The Fortune Teller came to see me several times since then.

Telling me a story, or give me a degraded potion.

She also give me some food.

 

In the meantime, my situation is getting worse and worse.

About a year after that day, I was unable to enter my room.

Sad and crying, I threw the cup, which was on the desk, towards my mother.

After that, I was beaten many times by my father, and experienced pain I had never felt before.

My mother never stopped my father.

 

Although it was a degraded version, the potion was helpful.

I was sad that my scars had increased, but there’s no tears.

 

As I began to live hidden in the woods, I was strangely relieved. (森に隠れて住むようになると、おかしな事にホッとした。)

Since I didn’t want to be seen by anyone, I developed a technique to hide myself

I just honed that skill so that I could not be found.

 

Meanwhile, I read the book over and over again to memorize it into my head.

Edible nuts, poison grass, medicinal herbs.

I learned to recognize each characteristic.

This will make life in the forest a little safer.

I remember I ate a poison by mistake and suffered.

 

Besides the two books, there were also books on how to trap prey.

I learn and practice the trap I create by myself.

Having failed several times, I was able to catch a prey.

I feel like I was screaming during the dismantling, but it’s just my imagination.

I’m a little excited, it’s been a long time since I eat meat.

 

3 years.

I think I got a lot of physical strength.

I can run in the forest for a long time.

Although it is a small prey, the probability of being caught has also increased.

I’m able to treat wounds using medicinal herbs.

My life in the forest is going well.

 

……

 

I was worried about something, so I left the forest for the first time in a long time and went to the village.

…They looks surprised, maybe because they thought I was dead.

I don’t care they thought I was dead. (死んでたまるか。)

 

What worries me is the Fortune Teller.

She came to see me every two weeks, but I haven’t seen her for about a month.

Did something happen?

There was no one in the Fortune Teller’s house.

I’m worried about what happened.

 

I hear a voice, whispering in the back.

When I listen carefully, I can slightly hear what they’re talking about.

The contents of the conversation make me feel as if I had my chest tightly grasped.

…..I leave and run away to the forest. (……その場から走って森へと逃げた。)

 

……

 

The Fortune Teller died.

I heard that she had a cold.

If there is a potion that the village chief has, she can be cured.

But…the village chief refused to treat her with the potions.

The cause seems to be me.

The Fortune Teller who help me seemed to have earned the animosity of the village.

I didn’t know that.

Because of me……

 

I return to my hiding place.

I don’t feel like doing anything.

Although I was sad, there was no tear for some reason.

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5 Replies to “The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins Chapter 4”

    1. I’d like to do that too, but I have little to no time to translate more than a chapter a day, I probably could by translatung through the night sacrificing my sleep time:)

  1. Am I the only one that would burn that village to the ground?

    Not only shunning a child but even the kind soul that knew better?

    Keep it up my sadistic side is itching to make you suffer…

  2. Kind of contradictory. They thought the girl was dead, but held animosity towards the woman for helping her? They can’t both be true, and in a small village, there shouldn’t be a big difference in understanding. The fortune teller should also have been important, there’s no way that knowing the future, no matter how limited, would be looked down on.

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