Primitive Man

"Aran! Mera!" she called out, her voice carrying a mix of concern and frustration. "Guni, where are you? Answer me!"

The village, usually filled with laughter, felt eerily silent because everyone was getting ready to celebrate the village founding festival and most of the people were outside the village preparing the proper stage for the event.

Meanwhile, a spirited game of hide and seek was in full swing at the village square. Guni, Ayra\'s daughter, was fiercely protective of her siblings. When she noticed a group of boys bullying a timid boy, she couldn\'t stand idly by, especially when it was her brother.

"Hey, cut it out! Leave him alone!" Guni\'s voice rang out, her fiery determination catching the boys\' attention.

One of the boys sneered, "What\'s it to you, Guni? Mind your own business! We don\'t have anything to do with you."

"I have everything to do with him because he is my brother, you dolt!" She shouted and unlike her age, she got rather aggressive against much older boys.

Guni, undeterred, swiftly moved into action, her fists flying as she defended the bullied boy.

Her movements were surprisingly swift and calculated, catching the boys off guard. With a fiery spirit that belied her age, she delivered a series of quick jabs and kicks, aiming for the bullies\' legs and stomachs.

The first boy, who had sneered at her earlier, found himself on the receiving end of Guni\'s relentless assault. She dodged his clumsy swing, expertly ducking and weaving, and retaliated with a sharp kick to his shin. As he winced in pain, Guni seized the opportunity to deliver a rapid-fire combination of punches to his midsection, her small fists connecting with surprising force.

Meanwhile, the second boy attempted to grab Guni from behind, but she deftly slipped out of his grasp. Turning around with a fierce scowl, she executed a perfectly timed spin-kick, catching him off balance. He stumbled backwards, temporarily disoriented, giving Guni a chance to regroup.

Despite their larger size and numerical advantage, the bullies struggled to contend with Guni\'s unexpected agility and determination.

A few well-aimed punches later, the boys were left stunned and she indeed proved that she was Ayra\'s child.

The main reason these random kids were able to talk like that with Garnt\'s children was that he didn\'t treat them specially; instead, he treated them like normal kids, showing he wasn\'t going to take advantage of the privilege. As a result, most of the kids were able to associate normally with Guni and others, creating a rather interesting premise for Garnt to choose the next leader of the village.

Ayra, still on the lookout for her missing children, heard the commotion and hurried towards the square. As she approached, she couldn\'t help but shake her head.

"Guni, what are you doing? I\'ve been searching everywhere for you and your siblings," Ayra scolded, her worry turning into exasperation and she looked at Aran and Mera who looked like they were on the verge of crying.

Guni, her face flushed with both anger and pride, retorted, "Mom, they were bullying my brother! Someone had to do something. I can\'t let them do that, so I used my power."

Ayra sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I appreciate your courage, Guni, but we need to stick together. Now, let\'s find your father and stepmothers before they give me a lesson on how I should babysit all of you."

Grabbing Guni by the ear, Ayra led the way through the village, a mix of reprimand and love in her eyes. Aran and Mera also followed them and they entered a house, which looked nothing like what the village used to have.

It was a dual-stored house built with cement and sand, which was like day and night compared to what Garnt used to live five years before. These five years were enough for him to develop the village into something that is not a village anymore, but still, Garnt decided to call it a village because it felt rather cosy compared to what Eva suggested to him.

"Let\'s go in," Ayra muttered as she grabbed the three kids into the house hoping to see her husband, who had changed rather significantly. But it wasn\'t just Garnt that changed within these five years. Ayra also became more erotic compared to before and her motherly hips and soft ass developed more over time.

The interior was equipped with comfortable furniture, modern looking appliances, and vibrant colours. It seemed Garnt had taken the initiative to improve the living conditions of the village during these five years.

"I can\'t believe this is real. How did father even think of these things?" Guni asked with her eyes looking like she was talking about her idol, and it wasn\'t just her, but Ayra also looked rather embarrassed when she mentioned Garnt.

"Why don\'t you ask from him? After all, he would be happy to see all of you early in the morning." Ayra knew Garnt better than most of the people after being with him for so long, so she thought about giving him a slight surprise.

Inside, Garnt was so busy with some paperwork that he initiated to keep a clear record of the growing village. Looking up as his family entered, his eyes widened in surprise, taking in the slightly dishevelled state of Guni and the worried expressions of Aran and Mera.

"What happened?" Garnt asked, getting up from his wooden chair. There was a significant difference compared to how Garnt used to look. He now had the physique of a man that could easily be mistaken for a veteran warrior, yet retained an air of elegance.

His muscles rippled beneath a well-tailored shirt, and the sleeves strained against the definition of his arms, sculpted like a warrior forged in the fires of combat. The subtle grace in his movements contrasted with the raw power emanating from him.

As he stood, it was evident that Garnt had undergone a transformation, which most women in the village found rather deadly for their hearts and eyes.

"Garnt, your daughter just single-handedly took on some bullies in the square," Ayra announced, releasing Guni\'s ear. "We need to have a talk about the way we\'re raising these kids and some limits between village kids and them."

Garnt chuckled, setting aside his work. "Ah, so that\'s what the commotion was about. Guni, you never fail to surprise me." He stood up, ruffling Guni\'s hair. "But Mom\'s right; we stick together, alright? No fighting. I will advise them too, maybe a little punishment too."

He thought about the latter part of Arya\'s words, but he quickly decided not to put any limits on his kids because he knew experiencing things was the best way to learn, rather than him teaching them.

Guni nodded, a mix of pride and embarrassment on her face.

Aran and Mera ran to their father, expressing their distress about the incident. Garnt knelt down, comforting them with a reassuring smile. "It\'s okay, my little babies. We\'ll figure this out together. Just like your sister, you need to stay strong. Don\'t let anyone bully you. Stand for yourself."

Ayra sighed, a mixture of frustration and affection in her expression. "Garnt, we can\'t let them roam around like this. What if something serious happens?"

Garnt nodded in agreement and then paused for a minute. "I know, but don\'t worry. Our new unit under Unami is doing a much better job of keeping this whole village under their eyes. Since we have expanded to ten more sub villages around this area, we need more people to keep their eyes on what is going to happen,"

Ayra just laughed, thinking about how much their land and people had increased over time. "We only had four villages five years ago..." she muttered, but then corrected herself, realizing it was not something she should talk about. "Three villages."

Garnt frowned at her words, but then she continued. "There are seven villages surrounding the main village, but also the seaside village, underground hotspring village and our new iron-mining village, these are some of the villages that helped us to create new things,"

Garnt nodded his head, while Guni listened to her mother carefully trying to learn about the past, which she had some idea about.

Garnt, the caveman who single-handedly developed humanity, was her father, and she couldn\'t help but feel like she was looking at someone extraordinary when she looked at her father.

\'Do I deserve to be his daughter? Am I making him proud\'

She got all these ideas despite her being younger than Garnt when he met Eva, but then Garnt caught her little hand and held the other two kids too.

"Let\'s go! Today, I\'m going to take a long break and spend time with my family. I will teach you some things that will be useful. Let\'s go swimming in our private riverbank"

Ayra knew that Garnt was not just inviting his kids; rather, he was looking at her with desire, realizing that Garnt had been stuck with papers for so long that his lust must be driving him crazy.

"Ugh~ Garnt, we can\'t with kids around-" Ayra wanted to refuse, but then Garnt just smiled at her with a knowing expression.

"We have servants, so don\'t worry! Invite others also, and tell them to come with their new swimsuits. I want to see you girls in them. If I don\'t watch my beloved wives, who will? So let\'s enjoy today."