The Master of Ragnarok & Blesser of Einherjar: Volume 24 [Parts 1 to 7] by Seiichi Takayama

Author:Seiichi Takayama
Language: eng
Format: epub

Jörgen was born in a quaint village on the base of the Himinbjörg Mountains just north of Iárnviðr. It was a village of hunters, so during his youth he spent most of his days racing around the mountains, chasing rabbits and deer with his minuscule bow in hand. When he wasn’t doing that he trained with a wooden sword, sparring with the local kids his age. Thinking back on it now, those experiences had been precious—since he didn’t possess a rune, without all that mock fighting and training he might never have grown strong enough to rival an Einherjar. When he turned fourteen, everything changed, however.

“We’ve gotten word that the Horn Clan Army is headed our way,” the envoy from Iárnviðr had said. “We need you to join the fight.”

That in itself wasn’t anything unusual. Even in the times before Yuuto’s arrival, it was common knowledge that bows were the most useful weapons on the battlefield, surpassing even swords or spears, and Jörgen’s village was full of hunters whose archery skills were second to none. The Wolf Clan patriarch would pay handsomely for their work besides, and by selling the weapons and armor they looted from their enemies, they’d make even more of a profit. The villagers figured it’d be a perfect opportunity to reap rather handsome rewards.

“I want to join the fight too, dad!” Equally raring to go, the young Jörgen expressed his desire to tag along to his father, the village chief. His father nodded with enthusiasm.

“Well said, son. Your eagerness and bravery make me proud. Just make sure you have the skills in combat to back it up. I won’t have you staining my honor and good name with a shameful display.”

“I understand, dad.”

“That said, I doubt there will be any reason to worry about you,” his father said with a grin. By now Jörgen was already a head taller than most of the village boys his age, and far more muscular to boot. His skill with a bow put some of the full-grown adults he knew to shame—he was probably the third best in the entire village and within a few more years, would likely surpass even the chief himself to become the number one archer. Unsurprisingly, in his inaugural battle Jörgen performed just as outstandingly as expected.

“That must be their commander.” Looking down on the approaching Horn Clan Army from the treetops, Jörgen identified the leader immediately. He was the only one atop a horse-drawn carriage, so it was easy to tell him apart.

When participating in their first real battles, most young folk were often devoured by the horrors of war and rendered unable to think properly or even stand on their own two feet, but not Jörgen. Where the average person would be quick to prove themselves and let loose a hail of arrows without reserve, inadvertently giving away their location to the enemy in the process, Jörgen kept his distance and waited for the right moment to strike.

“There!” Fortune must have also smiled

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