Although the young man lying there was not exactly as Huta had described—his mind had not fully recovered—he was certainly not feeling well.
When he plummeted rapidly from the sky and crashed onto the Ferocious Tooth Beast's enormous body, the tremendous impact had already jolted him awake from his coma.
What terrified him, however, was that his mind had been utterly blank at the time, and he could not remember anything at all.
Who he was, why he had appeared there, how he had fallen from the sky, and how he had ended up crashing onto the giant beast's body—he could not recall a single part of what had happened.
Although his mind had already been clear back then, the immense fear in his heart had still made him choose to keep his eyes tightly shut.
When he heard the old man and the others speaking in the valley, he was startled again. Though he could not remember a thing about his past, he could more or less understand the language spoken by the old man and the others. He could not comprehend it completely, but he recognized the language.
Over the several days he spent alongside them, he became increasingly familiar with the way they spoke.
What horrified him beyond measure, however, was that his limbs and body still could not move in the slightest. It was as though, aside from his consciousness having recovered, every other bodily function had been completely lost.
In such circumstances, the young man was even more afraid to answer the old man, no matter what.
He had already gained some understanding of how dangerous this place was while returning to the tribe with the others.
On the road, they had encountered a particularly vicious pack of wild beasts, numbering several dozen. If the