"Hello, everyone. My name is Faust Fang. In Troll Language, Faust means fast runner, while Fang was the name bestowed upon me by the tribe's prophet because both my father, Long Tooth, and I have very sharp fangs.
"As you can see, I am a warrior of the Emerald Peak Tribe... Well, actually, I am not a warrior yet. But I will soon become a true tribal warrior.
"As long as I complete the Coming-of-Age Ceremony and successfully hunt a fierce carnivorous beast on my own, I will be able to officially join the tribe's hunting party, become a brave warrior, and receive the blessings of the Loa Gods.
"Originally, my luck today had been quite good. Based on the information I had gathered beforehand, I lay in ambush along a path frequently used by a Swift Cat, and before long, I spotted it.
"Perhaps because it had just finished lunch, the Swift Cat seemed sluggish all over, and its movements were not as nimble as usual. I successfully caught it off guard and killed it in a single strike.
"Don't get me wrong. I am not some Forest Troll who relies on luck to hunt. Although I have not officially joined the hunting party yet, I am confident that I could defeat even some of its warriors.
"The moment that Swift Cat entered my sight, its fate had already been sealed. The success of my ambush merely saved me a little effort.
"Up to that point, everything had gone smoothly. As long as I brought the Swift Cat's corpse back to the tribe, I could receive the Loa God's blessing during the sacrificial ceremony a few days later and officially become a tribal warrior.
"However, the moment I confirmed my prey's death, a bone-chilling sense of danger surged into