164 – Parenting(2)
Feeling his father’s large hand resting on his shoulder and hand, the boy quietly drew his bow.
“Humanity’s greatest weapon is that it can attack from a farther distance than any other creature.”
While stroking the nervous boy’s body, the boy’s father spoke quietly.
“Did you tell me before? The ability to throw objects is man’s greatest weapon.”
“Yes.”
“Humans evolved the act of throwing things and turned it into shooting. From throwing stones and throwing spears to bows, crossbows, and slingshots… I shot a large rock with a catapult to break down the castle wall, and finally developed gunpowder and started shooting cannons.”
The long story of his father entered the boy’s ears in a low voice, relieving the boy’s tension and trembling as he held a bow for the first time in his life.
“Distance is power, son. number and distance. These two are man’s greatest strength. Okay. you are not alone You have me, so it’s okay to make mistakes.”
Next, the boy’s father pointed to a creature standing leisurely in the distance.
“Now, what do you think?”
“… … It’s far.”
“Yes, far. Too far, the other side can’t touch you. But on the other hand, you can shoot arrows that way.”
The boy looked at the bow in his hand. The tip of the arrow, which had been pulled as far as it could be pulled and trembled, was reflecting the sunlight.
“There is an invisible thread between you and the target. This thread is shaken and unstable by the wind, but the arrow always goes to the end of this thread. So, son, all you have to do is hit the end of the thread exactly on the mark.”
Sometimes, the boy’s father would say things that others couldn’t understand. He expressed his feelings that others could not understand in his own words and passed them on to his son.
Of course, it was only the sensation the boy’s father felt, so not all of it was passed on to the boy.
“Feel the wind. You can tell the wind by hearing the rustle of the leaves. Do you understand Son, don’t think hard. Everything you need, the forest will tell you.”
The boy let go of his hand, and the arrow in his hand went far and wide.
* * *
It is difficult to tell others what you know. It becomes even more difficult if it is not established technically or systematically, but sensibly.
That’s why it takes so long for Chester to teach Monia how to make stone tools or how to start a bonfire, but it takes so long to teach her throwing skills, bow skills, and how to run on tree branches.
However, this can’t be helped, because when Chester’s father taught his children, he taught them with knowledge what they learned with knowledge, and taught with sense what they learned with their senses.
It is even more difficult to teach because Chester cannot immediately absorb what Chester’s father taught him by intuition and has gone through the process of establishing a new one in his own way.
So, when Chester taught the technique, all he could say was something like this.
“You scratch like you do when going down an incline while bouncing dry tree branches with the feeling of breaking them. Then the stone flies like this. Ah, at this time, you have to make changes according to the surface of the stone.”
This is the decisive reason why Monia gave up learning throwing from Chester. It might be a simple throw, but Chester’s explanation is difficult as the throwing technique, which changes the direction of the stone’s flight, is very complex.
The feeling of breaking all the branches is different, but how will you find out the feeling of breaking dry branches, and the feeling of going down each slope is different, but how will you scratch with the feeling of going down the slope?
In addition, at the point where they were told to make additional changes on their own after seeing the stones, I even suspected that they had skipped it because it was annoying to explain and annoying to teach.
Of course, Monia didn’t think Chester was saying that because he really didn’t want to teach. This is because the worlds that Chester and Monia see are very different.
When Chester and Monia explain their various senses, there are many times when they cannot understand any of them. Especially when it comes to taste, Chester is unimaginably dull for a man with amazingly keen senses.
Of course, that doesn’t mean that Chester can’t teach the sensory part entirely. It’s only that Monia can’t learn the senses that are difficult to understand, but if she understands, she can learn.
Just as Monia learned the bow even though she couldn’t learn throwing, there must be a human somewhere in the world who could learn throwing even if Chester taught her that she couldn’t learn the bow.
yes. As Monia sees now, Rex is learning to throw from Chester.
“Yes, like that.”
Chester laughed and threw a stone, and Rex, who had just started throwing everything he had in his hand, laughed and threw a stone.
The stone thrown by Rex flew farther than the stone thrown lightly by Chester, and Rex, who saw it, clapped his hands in delight.
“Oh, did you fly away?”
When Chester admires him, Rex smiles even more happily and dances all over Chester’s body.
A month has passed since Rex came to Chester and Monia’s arms.
Rex was small enough to fit in Chester’s hands when he was just born, but now it’s heavy enough for Monia to lift it. It doesn’t look that heavy from the outside, but I was very worried because it was so heavy. However, since Rex is so healthy, the worries quickly dissipate.
Speaking of Rex’s growth, he’s become much more active than he used to be, as can be seen from throwing and playing with Chester.
I was active before. He wandered about, clinging to Chester, or crawling across the floor like he was jumping.
However, now, a month after birth, Rex’s range of activities, which was able to walk properly on two legs unlike before, has widened terribly.
To some extent, I went to sleep as usual, woke up, and there was no rex around the house, so after searching the woods for over two hours, I found the rex sleeping clinging to a rock in the old bear area. .
After seeing Rex move so energetically, Chester started teaching Rex to throw. It’s not just throwing. He rode around from tree to tree with Rex, made small wooden sticks and gave them as toys for Rex to hold and wield, and played with Rex throughout the forest as if training Ant.
After playing so hard, the tired Rex can sleep peacefully. But at the same time, it’s true that spending so much time playing with Rex means less time for hunting and other things.
So Chester did as he had learned from his father before.
Just as a father taught his son how to hunt he had to do, they solved their daily tasks by making most of the day a play with Rex.
Playing in the water with Rex, collecting fish from the trap, running around in a contest to see who finds the trap with the animal first… … .
It was also a matter of playing. At least it was Chester, so she persevered, but in Monia’s case, she was on the verge of getting sick if she tried too hard to follow Rex’s games. My aches were quickly healed by the gracious water.
“Okay, Rex. Now let’s put that together.”
Chester used his feet like hands on his back to throw a stone at Rex, who was clinging to him, and Rex, who received the stone, threw the stone at the direction Chester pointed.
The stone thrown by Rex smashed the target Chester pointed at.
“Five.”
Chester, slightly admiring that, laughed lightly, then threw a stone at Rex again and left it elsewhere. The moment he pointed, Rex quickly threw a stone in that direction.
“ah! what a waste.”
Rex quickly passed the dungeon stone past the target, making Monia feel sorry for her.
“Would you like to do some more?”
“yes! yes!”
Rex, who has learned to speak these days, never uses the words mother or father, but he is good at answering what he wants to do. If you tell me to do something I don’t want to do, I won’t answer even if I die.
Monia admired Chester, who quickly pointed at the target while changing directions, and Rex, who managed to catch the stones Chester threw close to the feat and throw them at the target no matter how tilted his body was.
“You two play well. Right, Ant?”
Ant nodded as if answering Monia’s question, and Monia patted Ant’s head and gave him a piece of meat.
Chester, who made Rex throw stones here and there while Monia took care of Ant and did miscellaneous chores, nodded with some sense.
“It’s Lex.”
“?”
“Shall we go hunting with Daddy from now on?”
At Chester’s words, Rex smiled and nodded so violently that his head fell off.