I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 263 Village, middle of nowhere

Julian stood still, listening to the rustling leaves and the soft murmur of the river. After some time, the boy emerged, dressed in a strange outfit.

His upper body was bare, revealing a lean frame, while his lower body was covered by a small, thick fabric made of leather that resembled an undergarment.

Julian raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you wearing?"

The boy grinned and replied, "It's called nu. All the male members of our tribe wear it."

"Don't you feel cold with just that?" Julian asked.

The boy puffed out his chest and patted it with pride. "No! We, the Tribe of Nu, worship the God Nu, and He protects us from everything, even the cold."

Julian smirked, intrigued by the boy's confidence and the mention of this mysterious deity. "I see. That's some faith you've got there."

The boy shook his head, "It's not just about faith, it's our whole way of life."

Julian nodded thoughtfully and asked, "So, where do you live?"

The boy pointed south of the river. "Just ahead. We have a small village."

Julian knelt by the riverbank, cupping the water to clean his face. "What were you doing out here all alone?"

"I was just wandering," the boy replied with a proud grin. "I am the son of the patriarch of the Nu Tribe. I need to be brave and handle things on my own."

Julian laughed in amusement seeing the youthful determination.

The boy hesitated for a moment before his eyes lit up with excitement. "Can I call you big brother?"

Julian looked at him, surprised by the sudden request, but he couldn't help chuckling at the boy's eager expression. "Sure," he said with a smile.

The boy beamed with joy and said, "Big brother, you can call me Hanu."

Julian extended a hand and replied, "Nice to meet you, Hanu."

Hanu shook Julian's hand eagerly. "Big brother, I have so many things to ask you! Can you tell me about the outside world?"

Julian mind flashed back to his own home and he felt a sense of peace.

Hanu beamed with pride as he gestured toward the village. "Welcome to the Nu Tribe, big brother! This is my home!"

He hurriedly pulled Julian towards the nearest house. "Come on! You have to meet Mother and everyone else!"

As Julian and Hanu stepped into the village, the children immediately took notice of them. They rushed forward, surrounding Julian with curious eyes and excited chatter.

"Who is he, Hanu?" one child asked, tugging on Hanu's arm.

"Is he a warrior?" another said, staring wide eyed at Julian's torn attire.

Hanu smiled. "This is my big brother, Julian! He fought against the Necharwa!"

The children's gasps and whispers of awe were quickly replaced by excitement as they bombarded Julian with questions.

"Did you really fight a Necharwa?"

"How powerful are you?"

"Can you teach us how to fight?"

Julian chuckled, his usually calm and calculated demeanor softening as he crouched slightly to meet the children's height.

"Yes, I faced one. And no, I didn't exactly 'fight' it, I outran it."

The adults began to gather as well, their expressions a mix of surprise and suspicion.

Julian stood and let his gaze wander around the small tribe, observing the attire of its inhabitants. The men all wore the same "Nu" clothing Hanu had proudly described.

However, his attention was soon drawn to the women of the tribe. Their clothing were easily standing out.

The women wore leather fabric that concealed only their nipples, leaving the swell of their breasts exposed. Their skirts seemed to be crafted from the same material as the men's Nu garments and were short, barely covering their upper thigh.

Julian raised an eyebrow, amused by their bold culture, his thoughts hidden behind a faint smirk.

"Interesting customs," he thought to himself, as he returned his attention to Hanu and the children surrounding him.