The pack of felines stood there. Motionless. Five of these beasts were not a concern for Hanzo. Slowly, the boy approached. Like in training, he concentrated. With one swift throw, he felled stripped quarry. Tigers suddenly turned to the direction from where the makeshift spear was launched. Hanzo moved quickly. He had to finish this quickly and conserve his stamina. He ran for good thirty meters and made some noise. Tigers rushed towards it. Seeing that, the boy dived to the side and rushed towards the already limp tiger he killed. Grabbed his weapon. Hanzo took a deep breath once again and accumulated all his strength into another toss. This time, the spear hit the tiger's side instead of the head. It wouldn't be enough to feel the beast, but the weapon shattered from the sheer impact. Splinters ruptured its skin, and internal organs from within. With a wet, gurgly growl, yet another creature has fallen. There were three more left. They stared down the boy. Hanzo was resolute. Now, without a weapon, he has to think cleverly. He dashed towards nearby bushes. Tigers, growling, rushed towards him. Hanzo ran, darting his eyes from side to side, looking for something. Beast's gained on him more and more. Hanzo stopped. Turned around to face his enemies. Tigers charged. Hanzo formed a fist. Inhaled, exhaled. One strike, two strikes. Tiger to the left managed to claw his side, but that did not faze Hanzo. He continued to pummel the nearest foe. It took five punches until the creature fell lifeless. Blood dripping from his body, Hanzo snarled just like his adversaries. One could swear, the beast's quivered a bit from that. Hanzo began the finishing blows.

Hanzo dragged all five tiger bodies back to his temporary cave base. It was quite an astonishing sight, seeing a ten-year-old boy drag a grown-up tiger. And five at that, one at a time. Hanzo didn't know how to cook, so he ate them raw. For reasons unknown at the time his body needed a lot of nutrition. Hanzo's body healed rather quickly. Fairly severe wounds healed in a week. The young hunter grew restless. He wanted to feel the great Tigris himself. Hanzo gathered some sticks, rocks, and vines. He saw some makeshift spears back in the village. He tried to imitate them. After a few hours of working, he succeeded in making four rather shabby-looking weapons. It's better than nothing, the boy thought to himself. He set off. Before him was another cave. But from this one, he felt an ominous aura. Hanzo gulped, but the thrill of the hunt was still strong in him. The boy stepped into the cave. The moment he did that, a cold shiver ran down his spine. He marched on, with caution. After a good ten or fifteen-minute walk, he came across another cavern entrance. He peeked from it. What he saw shocked him. There lying, twice the size of a normal tiger, Tigris himself. Hanzo took one of his spears. Once again, he took a deep breath. The spear hit true. Fang of Despair growled, it looked like the whole cavern trembled. Tiger jumped from his platform. Slowly, proudly and aggresively walked towards the boy. At this point in time, Hanzo already set foot inside. One spear in each hand, and one extra near the wall, he prepared to face off his prey. Tigris leaped. He crossed good 60 metres. The beast was more dexterious, and probably this dexterity is what earned him the title of "king".Even as alert as he was, Hanzo couldnt react in time. Big paws slashed Hanzo thru his chest. Pain was supressed by his intense emotions running thru his head. Tigris snarled, like teasing the hunter. Hanzo backed up. One spear, two spears. One hits the mug, another-chest. These two attack's didnt even daunted the beast. Tigris once again stared down the boy. A rush of despair hit Hanzo. He thought to himself why he even attempted this hunt. He is clearly to weak. Tiger steadily approached. One paw, two paws. The first attack wounds the body, another slams it towards the wall. Impact hurts, probably a few broken bones. Hanzo shivers in fear. Tigris sneers. Once again, slowly and proudly, walks towards. Then, Hanzo, in the corner of his eye sees the leftover spear. And for a second, this intense need for blood, fills his mind. This intense need for survival. He darts towards the spear. Pick it up. Shouts something incomprehensible and dashes towards the huge beast. Tigris attacks. One paw barely misses, another grazes Hanzo's shoulder, almost throwing him off balance. But he perseveres. He stabs the beast right into his chest. Tiger growls and bites on the boy. His fangs sink into the boys flesh. Hanzo doesnt feel any despair. Even after his arm is almost torn, he keeps pressing on. Pushing the spear deep inside. Tigris tries desperetely knock away this madman. Ironicly, Fang of Despair started to feel despair. And then, after what seemed a eternity, the tiger drops dead, last gasps of air escaping from his body. Hanzo, with one arm, narrowly pushes Tigris corpse. He stands there. Inhales and then shouts:

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-RAAAAAAAAAAAH!.- when the last sound escapes his mouth, he collapses on his quarry's body.

After some time, Hanzo awakens. With pulsing pain over his body, he starts examining his almost-torn-up-arm. Strangely enough, the healing process was already starting. Some of the tissue was already connected, bone fractures healed. It would need more than two weeks to restore to a healthy state. It's already incoiveable. Someone else with wound would be already dead or crippled for life. With this experience, Hanzo realised that he needs more preparation and training, because the other hunts he has to do is unknown teritory. He never heard of other three great beasts. All he knowns that it will make him grow stronger. Help him to survive. With that, he turned to Tigris. Pulled the spears. And began to feast.