Chit Oo Nyo - Yaza

Even the moment my eyelids fluttered open, I knew something was different.

The senses, which were spontaneously awakened, were incessantly active. Especially the sense of hearing and smell. With the sense of hearing, which was no different from that of a wild animal, and which could sense the nature of the forest, I could hear the distant sound of cart wheels and the soft sound of oxen. Not only that, in the air filled with the scent of the forest, I could also smell the scent of prey. The sense of smell informed the brain.

Victim. Food....

Then my stomach started to rumble. I had just woken up from a good night's sleep, and my stomach was begging for food. My intestines were sending only air into my empty stomach, not food, so my stomach started to rumble.

The sound of the stomach rumbling

It means "to feed, to add food, to provide solid nutrients...".

He grabbed the sword that was lying nearby. It was called a sword, but this weapon, covered in blood and blood stains, was no different from the fangs and claws of a wild animal. Ah... tigers, lions, and bears used their sharp claws to grab you and then tear you apart with their sharp fangs. This sword was a weapon that could do the dual functions of a wild animal's fangs and claws at the same time.

The sword pierces with its sharp tip, then splits open with its sharp edges, then cuts and slashes... It is a sword that accomplishes all of these tasks at once.

Oh, this is not the power of the sword. It is my power...

When I gripped the sword's shaft tightly with my fingers, I felt more strength. The blood flowed warmly through my arms, fingers, palms, and soles. After holding the sword...

Above the banyan tree, where the riverbanks rose, I climbed like a monkey to the top. I had reached a vantage point where I could see the entire forest spread out.

Look, hey... what's where?

In the distance, a large train of carts moved slowly from east to west. Blood vessels were scattered.

Without delay. Instead of clinging to the branches and stumps of the banyan tree as he had climbed, he jumped from the top to another large sycamore tree. From one sycamore tree to another... Then, swinging and swinging along the vines, he crossed the rows of trees.

With the keen eye of a hawk, the firm grip of a monkey, and the lightness of a squirrel, they skimmed through the forest, trees, and vines, and then, as they plunged out onto the land covered in thick bushes, they suddenly saw a large cart approaching them.

From behind the cactus bushes, I observed a large caravan of carts moving slowly. There must have been about five hundred carts. Even the cart drivers were armed with swords and spears. The people on the carts also held clubs and bows and arrows in their hands. They tied the oxen's necks with cloth. They didn't want the oxen to rustle. ... They were foolish people.

No matter how many protective measures you take, don't you know that once you cross this forest, you've entered the mouth of death?

I watched about fifty carts pass by. It was not a big deal, but prey was still an enemy. A cobra could bite a cobra to death, but it would choose the right one to attack.

Carts... fifty, sixty, seventy...

Oh.... Look...

The last of about a hundred carts, this one. The roof was thick, and the wheels were larger than the other carts. The white oxen were adorned with more colorful ornaments. And guards with swords and spears surrounded the cart in front and behind.

Who was riding in that carriage? A princess, a nobleman, a duke? Or the king himself? With eyes as sharp as a vulture's, she saw through the misty shadows a passenger sitting cross-legged on the back of the carriage.

Oh.... Just a Brahmin.

However, the group was no ordinary Brahmin.

Why can't you be an ordinary Brahmin? Are you a priest, a Brahmin, a leader, a rich man, a powerful mantra, haha... go ahead and try it. I'm not interested in any of that. I don't mean any of that.

What I mean by unusual is the group's fat body, its moist skin, this is what I mean...

The blood and flesh moved in a strange way. The saliva that had filled the mouth was forming a circle. Unable to control it anymore, saliva started to drip from the corners of the mouth. The throat moved lower and lower. It was because he had to swallow the saliva that he could not stop.

Brahmin.... Team... My....

The cart drivers and the guards on the carts have all become emaciated creatures. Only the Brahmin has become a favorite food. How much sweeter the blood will be. How much softer the muscles will be. And... and how much tender the flesh of the horse will be... Shoulders, arms, stomach, thighs... oh... just thinking about it, my tongue twitches. My intestines are rumbling. My stomach is rumbling incessantly. Feed me... feed me...

The time was right. From behind the cactus bush, I reached the middle branch of a nearby palm tree and quickly jumped onto a higher branch. The palm tree's red flowers were as red as blood, making me even happier.

The large branch of the palm tree shook, and the large group of birds that were perched on the tree flew away with a loud cry. Amidst the sound of the large group of birds flapping their wings, a deep, piercing voice came out.

"Hey...Hey...Hey"

He jumped down from the tree branch with a loud scream, then swung his sword over the head of the giant, and ran towards the cart.

The oxen stopped. The ropes of the carts were taut. The swords, spears, clubs, and spears were thrown from the hands of the cart drivers and armed guards. Bows and arrows were thrown. No one could stand. The sun shone on the bloody places where the swords had been cut, and the bright light that spread out made everyone's eyes feel like hot sand.

As soon as everyone was lying flat on the ground, he pulled the fat Brahmin in. Then, as usual, he grabbed him by the ankles and turned him upside down. Then he ran away from the cart.

The head was dragged along the back of the hump, and the Brahmin's face was already being hit with his fists at every step. The fat Brahmin could only scream a few bloodthirsty screams, and after three or four blows to the head and jaw with his fists, he became speechless. Oh ... he hadn't forgotten yet. He must have lost his voice due to fear. Just like that . ... just like that. Victims are like that ...

Run...run.... Over the hills, over rocks, over thorn bushes, over forest paths, I kept running. The prey was coming, head over heels. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to get to the camp of the Panyaungpin as soon as possible. If the prey got too scared and lost consciousness after a while, I might as well get some meat. Isn't it better to just bite it?

Suddenly, with a loud “Hey, hey!” shout, they all ran in, swinging their swords over their heads, causing them all to fall flat on their faces. Fear seemed to have reached their core, and the weapons they were holding automatically dropped from their hands.

But one of them came to his senses first. When the final shock was over, he was able to assess the situation with a cool head. The cannibalistic giant arrived. He grabbed the Brahmin and ran away. While they were all stunned and terrified, the giant had already taken the Brahmin away.

This Brahmin is our employer. What kind of employer? He hired us to cross this forest with five hundred carts, right?

"I heard that a man-eating giant is very fierce. I have to pass through this forest for my trade. Do giants live in this forest?"

"A cannibalistic monster... He's not just in this forest, Brahmin. Not just in this Varanasi region, but in the entire island of Zambudi. There's no place he hasn't been. A cannibal is anywhere he can find humans."

The great Brahmin felt like crying.

"It's hard, Kro, my goods will only make a profit if they can get through this forest at this time today and arrive at that place on time..."

The Brahmin groaned as he looked at the five hundred carts loaded with goods. Then he rubbed his eyes and said,

"Where are you and Maung Yin going?"

"We... we're not going anywhere, we're staying here."

"Do you live in this forest?"

"I live in this area, relying on this forest, Brahmin."

“Didn’t the human monster come to Maung Yin’s house?”

They looked at each other.

"The human giant hasn't arrived yet, that's why we live here. No cart has ever passed through this forest."

"in this case ..."

The great brahmin fell silent, as if thinking about something.

"Do you want to do this... Brother Yin.... I can't help but cross this forest with my carts. Brother Yin and I are also familiar with this area, so can you guide me to the quickest and shortest route through the forest?"

"Tell me plainly, Brahmin, the path through the forest is not difficult at all. The Brahmin's cart driver is also wise enough to know the way. We are not called as guides, but as guards."

“Yes... yes of course... guard... me and my carts so that they can pass through the forest safely... er... accidents... ho... ho-ho-ding,... the human monster arrives.

"Speak like that, we will protect the great Brahmin, how much will you give us for such life-saving protection?"

“Ah ... ah ... blue ... five hundred …”

"Not much... If the human monster comes, we'll fight to the death. If we get a thousand coins, we'll accompany and guard you... that's it."

They agreed on a price of a thousand baht.