'I didn't expect that the hunt would be so short,' I thought the moment we returned to the camp. As this was the first place where the sky wouldn't be covered by the lush treetops, I was surprised to find the sky still a considerable distance away from the twilight.
'Well, let's make a dinner, then!' I thought, grabbing some herbs that I spotted by a nearby tree as I entered the clearing of our camp.
The furry sack that I attached to my belt continued to make noise as we returned, constantly reminding me of the idea that I had in my mind.
The best weapon for hunting was used both by the primitives at the dawn of civilization and by the professional and amateur hunters of the modern age.
Something simple yet so devastating that it was used as a tool to wage great wars for centuries and ages.
A bow.