And here it is, the day when I am going to have and race against other males who are a few years older than me and much more muscular than me. This day is the holiday where our ancestors have created as a wedding tradition but now has ended into a holiday which is celebrated by the entire kingdom. In this event, I have to catch at least one or two boars, without magic, but by using my own force, and this will be a problem cause I only rely on these types of events at my magic, which is really impressive if I have to say what Aunt Suzy told me yesterday when her son, Gary, told her about my magic and spells I did last night before I joined match against four Devils, and lost.

But, in this competition, after the Leader of this village told us the rules, he told me something that caught my attention.

"... You can also use weapons in this competition, but the small ones, such as daggers, small swords, mace. Something small." and he looks at Fiona, who is in the crowd of villagers gathered to see this event and who won your competition. "Not like the one Fiona Lunderber is carrying around her. Nor the normals one. And the bows with arrows are not allowed, nor magic, or other types of magic. Even if you are a wizard, just the passive spells such as shield and healing."

"Good," I say with a loud voice without noticing and I run to the house to take my dagger.

Some of the villagers were curious why I was running in that way. Others were making jokes who made Fiona feeling pissed off and use her reputation to scare them away, also pissing their pants. It took a few minutes to arrive at the house, go to the room I share with Gary and Joseph, his big brother who is nine years older than him. after I took the dagger from the drawer it was kept, in cases of emergencies, I was thinking about the battle skill I had used a few weeks ago. What if I could use that skill again, but it probably wouldn't be the case because this is skill must only be used in fighting, not on a holiday where I have to hunt a few pigs and boars.

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This festival, which is called "Pig Hunting" has started a few thousand years ago, as a tradition in Dobrat, has ended into a holiday which is only happening in Winter. In this one festival, known for releasing hundreds of pigs in the forest, the males of the village, who are single or married have to catch at least one or two pigs/boars. If they got one pig, they will have to send it to their future wife, girlfriends, wives, or even weirder, to their mistress.

If the women are accepting the catch their man offered, they had the mission to prepare a meal with him and give it to him. But they do also have the choice to reject him, which has led many men to depression, suicide, and in a grieving state where they decided to ignore females and concentrate on other things.

And in this festival, everybody is a winner if they caught at least one pig/boar and give it to the females they like. And in Judah's case, this will be much more different, awkward, and weirder because the only girls he knows from this village are Fiona and Diana.

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The competition is about to start, me, Joseph (who was most likely forced by his mother to participate in this event), those two nasty twins who were close to killing a little girl, and surprisingly, there was even my uncle, Big G, who has come to this home in the morning cause one of the carriages got attacked by a band of thieves, who also got wrecked by Big Gus immense belly and strength. But why is he even participating in this event?... Don't tell he got a girlfriend or a secret wife in this village?! Or. He got forced by Fiona to participate in this one?! Whatever the case it is, I have to concentrate on the most important thing, capturing two pigs, and sending one to Fiona, and the other to Diana. If this plan goes wrong, somewhere else will try to do these things to them and... I will be much more guilty of them doing this than to another girl.

We are lining on the start line, and wait a few seconds until the one designed to do the start will do his work. That is taking his position, aimed his wand on the sky and he told his contests or the runner the thing he says almost in every year when this competition is taking place.

"Get set!... Prepare to run... GO!" and he launches a ball of yellow light into the sky, and this is the start.

And all of us we are running into the forest to hunt those boars and pig and bring to those single-women but in my case, to the girls, I live at. We were not many, just enough to catch all of those pigs and boars.