You were a hunter, looking for the group of deer that you tracked into unknown territory.

However, the territory wasn’t unknown.

It was under the jurisdiction of the Stealth Clan, the only clan of barbarians who actually used stealth instead of gruesome and loud tactics.

That’s how he snuck up on you.

“State your purpose, Runt.” The black-haired man growls, glaring at you with his scarf tied tight around you.