C134

When I was twelve years old, when I went hunting in the mountains with my father, I met a giant tiger, which shouldn't even be a lower rank, but to us, it was a dead end. My father desperately tried to block the giant tiger, to let me escape, but I didn't know where I got the strength from, but I used my spear to stab the tiger in the eye. The tiger went berserk, throwing my father under me