Hakai no Miko

"Would it have been five years since I first met Menuin Nurga Mambaha, the" Rough Tenderness "known as the strongest warrior on the plains..."

Gallum began to speak as he looked back at the time.

Around that time, the Zoans, who had been driven to the hills by the intransigent crusade of the Holmea National Army, still occasionally continued to resist, including raiding fortifications and troops heading there upon their return to the plains.

And Galam and Mambaha met when the Fang Clan and the Takeshi Clan fought together to raid the Holmeer National Army's Heavy Forces carrying supplies to the fort.

"The raid was a success and we took over many human soldiers. Some humans resisted using carriages, etc., as shields, but it was already clear from anyone's eyes that the victory or defeat was"

And when he realized his defeat, the captain of the heavy unit offered to surrender to Zoan.

But the chiefs of both families rejected it.

Even if Zoan offers to surrender, the Holmea National Army, which has so far raided many of Zoan's villages, has ignored it and massacred both old women and children. Yet if it were our turn, we would surrender and say to prolong our lives, because the worm was too good a story.

But it was Mambaha that pinched the exit there.

"Aside from the chiefs, he told the human captain, 'If you let him slash your own neck off, the others will help you.'"

Gallum wrinkled his nose, remembering the tone of Manbaja that made him a loser then.

Because a person's neck has a sturdy cervical bone, it is hard to chop off. Not to mention the difficult business of chopping it off yourself. It was clear to Mambaha that he had no desire to help humans or anything else, and that he had said it for the purpose of conquering humans.

But the captain of man, who heard the words of Mambaha, nod, when he pressed his sword against him and fell behind him, used his own weight and the momentum to fall, to drop his neck beautifully.

The Zoan warriors just couldn't help but admire this.

But Mambaha ordered the warriors to kill all the humans who survived, even as he put the captain's neck in front of him.

It was Gallum who had just qualified to name a warrior who rebelled against it.

"That's when I was just a warrior, a kid with no hairs."

Once he promised his life, he scolded Mambaha as the warriors of both clans lived side by side, saying that the roots of his tongue could not be placed in the wind of warriors, such as to rebel it (cheeks) without drying.

Not only were there warriors of the Fang Clan, but many of the warriors of Takeshi did not speak for themselves.

But Mambaha even said, "Proud Zoan warriors don't swear cow shit!" He laughed with his nose.

"Plus, you're cute. On the spot, I signed up for a duel on Rough Tenderness."

Gallum raised one end of his lips to mock himself, who was a blue-smelling child.

But that was too reckless a duel.

Even Gallum, who had rare qualities as a warrior, had little experience in action at the time and was still immature as a warrior. In contrast, Mambaha is a warrior of war who has fought through numerous (and also) battles and dominated numerous duels. There was no falsehood in the name of the strongest of the plains, and Garam was no match for them.

It was a duel that began before the chiefs and warriors of both clans, but the onslaught of Mambaha quickly drives Garam to a disadvantage. Garam was finally ready to judge Mambaha's heavy and sharp attack with two swords.

And it was finally the blow of Mambaha that cleaved from the brow to the cheek of Gallam.

"That's the wound."

With that said, Gallum glanced at his face wound with his finger.

"But I was lucky. The facial wound bleeds flashly. It looked awful then too, but not deep enough to let me wrap my tail around it. And most fortunately, Rough Tenderloin was totally underestimating me because of his power, which is called the strongest of the plains."

From Mambaha's point of view, Gallum and other kids still grow hairs. Though it was shallow, he thought that if he was cracked in the face, he would circle his tail, and now he was relaxed that the settlement had been reached.

Gallum didn't miss that alarm.

Gallum tried to detonate the force he had been accumulating until then, releasing a blow to his body with two swords. But Mambaha is also just a warrior called the strongest of the plains. The sword to the right of Gallam remained shallow slashing Mambaha's left cheek, as it jumped backwards.

"But at the same time, my left mountain knife, wielded to contain the" Rough Tenderness "mountain knife, was wounded on his right arm."

As I recall how I felt then, Gallum looked down at his left hand and said:

The very wound Gallam inflicted, it seems, was not as profound. But with the upset of being slashed in the cheek, Mambaha dropped his mountain knife.

It is a disgrace to Zoan's warriors to be dropped by the hands of their enemies, who are also the souls of warriors who have taken over from their fathers.

Not to mention in the duel, which meant total defeat.

No matter how much Mambaha protested that he could still fight, it did not overshadow the outcome of the duel that took place on the spot, where the chiefs of both clans were also present, and the duel ended with the victory of Gallam, and the humans were freed safely.

"This is what this is all about me and Rough Tenderness."

Having finished listening to the whole story from Gallam, the Ethereal Horse exhaled with admiration at the martial arts tradition told by the person in question.

"Did that happen? - So you have it in your roots."

"Oh, there's that, too. But..."

Instead of Garam, as I said, Zug, who laughed with Niyaniya, took over.

"With that in mind, the man in Mambaha fell apart."

"Why, suddenly?

From what I've heard, Garam's victory was due to his good fortune and Mambaha's overconfidence. With one such defeat, the Ethereal Horse, whose warrior, called the strongest of the plains, suddenly did not think he would fall, asked why.

"If I told you so much, they hated Mambaha."

Zug says there have been many frowning tyranny with the strength of Mambaha on his nose for a long time. Still, Mambaha had a big face because he needed the power of Mambaha, also known as the strongest of the plains, to fight humans.

However, the occasional dissatisfaction finally erupted as a result of the defeat of Garam, who was still an anonymous boy.

"As soon as we lost to Galam, the people around us returned their palms, which means Mambaha quickly became isolated. My dead father told me to look at you."

I remember that time, and Zoog laughed cackly.

Conversely, he said that there was also a crush on Mambaha that made Garam a one-leap man and was festived with the strongest warrior in the future plains. That, moreover, made Mambaha's resentment of Galam profound.

Garam says in a bitter tone.

"To be honest, I didn't have the strength to call myself the most powerful warrior on the plains at that time. And yet, thanks to the festivities, some of us are gonna do it, some of us are gonna stick around, and it's been a mess."

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that."

Even though Zoog, who should also be the epitome of the guy who stuck around, says it with an empty face, Gallum just glances at "Don't you say it". But before the thick surface skin of Zug, it didn't seem to get through either.

The Ethereal Horse, who had been indulging in the content of stories heard by Garam and Zug for some time, asks if he has the impression of Manbaja he felt in the story.

"Maybe a man named Mambaha sounds so angry?

Gallum nodded loudly.

"Oh. Exactly. - It's not a mistake to put a circle on someone and think they're crude and angry."

With all the retribution earlier, Gallum rubbed on Zoog.

And Zoog said, "Who the hell are you talking about?," he asked in a swordswallowing tone, and Gallam also said, "Whew. Someone seems to remember you," he replies.

With those two snuggling sideways, the Ethereal Horse wrapped his arms around them and thought still.

First of all, the opponents we need to do something about are Zoan, formerly known as the strongest of the plains, and nearly two hundred Zoan warriors led by it.

But if you just beat them, it's not such a difficult issue.

For example, if you ask Garam and Zug to summon the warriors of both clans, it would be easy to just take control of the Mambaha.

But the Ethereal Horse looked at the witch's head with chirality.

Then, the witch-head stares at the Ethereal Horse with a worthy eye, with a niggling laugh in its mouth.

To that grin, the Ethereal Horse, convinced that it was still not just a story of being good to subdue, troubled his head as to what was going on.

At that time, one of the dishes I had just eaten comes to mind in the brain of Fu and Aoi Horse.

"I mean there was that... - That's right. There are tens of thousands of Zoan people here, so of course it's nearby."

The Ethereal Horse takes a check on the witch head just in case you come up with something. Then, with a surprised face as to why he would confirm such a thing, the witch's head said, "There it is," pointing to the corner of the plain under her eyes and showing it.

"All right, all right. Just fine. There's a man called Mambaha. It's even better to be east of the hill."

The Ethereal Horse, who confirmed it, nods again and again satisfactorily to show.

"Hey, kid. Do you think you can handle this?

The witch-head asked the pale horse, who seemed to have some good ideas.

But even that witch-head, the next pale horse's words were unexpected.

"Yes. - Right. I hope I can put a piece on it tomorrow morning."

"Oh, tomorrow morning, huh?

He was suddenly summoned to the Holy Land of Loro, where he was stuck with such an impossible challenge early in his arrival. Yet the witch-head was surprised by the pale horse, who uttered lavishly that it could be cleaned up tomorrow morning

"It's a little rough, but without so many injuries, I think we can all get rid of them"

The Ethereal Horse, who greeted the witch-head resigning on the spot, said he had to be ready immediately, sneaked down the Holy Land Lolo.

With the thought of dying again, the Ethereal Horse finally descends from Rollo to the ground, when his feet reach the ground and he enters the spot.

Zoog spoke to such a pale horse.

"Lord Soma. Hurry up and summon the Claw Clan Warriors. Two, three hundred will gather soon."

Plus I nod one of the gallams before offering myself to the Ethereal Horse.

"Speak soon to the warriors of the Fang Clan."

But to the offer because of both of them, the Ethereal Horse thankfully declined it.

"Thank you. - But you're probably okay?

"What do you mean you're okay?

To Garam, who asked with a frown root, the Ethereal Horse replied sarcastically.

"Because I think we can do something with Mr. Doverlin alone."

"Are you going to do something about the Mambahs just with the power of the Dwarves?

"Yeah," the Ethereal Horse nodded and showed to the surprising, less bare, voiced Gallum. The pale horse, whose hips had finally fallen out, stood up and walked out to the place where Dvarin and the others were waiting.

Gallum hurries up on its back to speak.

"But it's Soma. There aren't thirty Dwarves out there. That's all you can do about the nearly two hundred Manbakhas?

Even though Galam has been surprised by the measures of the Ethereal Horse more than once before, he still seemed half-hearted that only a few Dwarves could do something about Mambaha.

The Ethereal Horse in such a gallam confirms one thing.

"Zoan's the only one at a guy named Mambaha, right?

Regardless, there's no way there's any race other than Zoan here. When Garam replied yes, the Ethereal Horse said in an obvious tone.

"If Zoan's the other guy, he'll probably be fine. There are as many ways to kill Zoan as you want."

To the noisy words that popped out of the mouth of the Ethereal Horse, all the gallam or even Shemr or Zug, becomes a bit of a face. Haven't you noticed that, Aoi Horse rushed out for a small run when he admitted to the appearance of the front carriage and the Dwarves resting in thoughtful attire around it ahead of him.

"Mr. Doverlyn, I need a favor."

"Suddenly, what the hell?

Doverlyn, who was bickering with his buddies over a glass of wine in a leather bag, gave it a whiff. When you come back, suddenly you have a bad feeling about the pale horse who speaks for a favor.

And the unpleasant feeling was misplaced.

Doverine put her hand on her forehead with a difficult face, having finished listening to Ethereal Horse explain by gesturing her hand.

"O Lord Soma. Are you mistaken for asking us to do anything?

"... Could it be impossible?

Doverine looks at the pale horse who reveals her dismay. Then for a while, I thought I was gummy, and I sighed so loud that I squeezed out all the air in my lungs.

"That's what they say, can't you say! Oh, yeah!

"Thank you, Mr. Doverlyn"

The pale horse, with Doverlin's acknowledgement, becomes a full grin.

Besides, the Dwarves around him sighed, as they had already said.

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The witch's head and shnuppa were poking each other in the (already) scratched festival tent above the holy place Lolo.

"Now, how does that boy stop slapping Mambaha?

To this witch-headed question, Shunupa answers with his neck small.

"Beneath Master Soma are the Gallum Boy and the Zoog Boy. With Fang Clan and Claw Clan Warriors, isn't it easy?

"Well, that would be the easiest part."

Neither do the warriors under Mambaha know how seriously they intend to disrupt the ritual of attacking the tribal kings and great chiefs until they crush the Great Festival Borough. If the two males of Garam and Zug, who bombarded the plains with their names, took the warriors, many would surrender just that.

But the witch-head denied it.

But you can't do that.

Perhaps Mambaha and some of his surroundings can't be cured by that. If this one comes out high pressure, it's bound to rebel hard. If that's how it works, many warriors get hurt, and if they do poorly, they can lose their lives. If that happens, even if we can crack down on the Mambahs, we'll buy new grudges from the other Zoans.

"So what do you think of the witch-head?

To Schnuppa's doubts, the witch's head often conceives.

"Right. - I'd like to sign up for a duel."

"Is it a duel?

Schnuppa gave the face that it couldn't be. If it is a duel with as many warriors as Mambaha, there can be no winning chance for Ethereal Horse in case.

"That boy has a funny grace, doesn't he?

To the question of the witch's head, Schnuppa nodded and showed one.

"Yeah, I can't believe it with these eyes, but that one couldn't hurt anyone or break anything"

As a witch, Schnupa, who was interested in the grace of the Ethereal Horse, had had the permission of the Ethereal Horse to make sure of his grace.

You can chop the bread in small pieces or chew off the dried meat, but you can't even cut off a single hair if you let him have a mountain knife, and you can't even kill people for the wound but the pain. Many parts are still unclear graces, but when it comes to the battle for things, the Ethereal Horse won't even beat the baby.

And the witch-head said, "That's why."

"After Mambaha accepts the duel, he reveals his grace. Well, then, even Mambaha would have to admit to representing the duel, wouldn't he? After that, you can put Garam Boy and Zoog Boy on his behalf. This is probably the least hurtful person."

Schnuppa thought so. You seem to fool Mambaha, but if you can just show me that grace, there's no way you won't approve of representing the duel with Mambaha.

But then the question is whether Garam and Zoog can beat that Mambaha.

Schnupa has also seen Mambaha fight when he was younger, but that could be just as crazy a warrior. The way Zoog fights also reminds me of an angry beast, but Manbaja's battle was so terrifying that I had to add the expression brutal outrage even more.

Beating such a Mambaha would not be as easy as how much galam or zoog.

"Be king of the clan, that boy. Besides, is it going to be a big test for the Great Fang?"

But Shnupa hands on her lips elegantly and leaks a cushy laugh.

"The witch-head doesn't know that human child who says soma"

That, when the witch-head asked what it meant, Schnuppa replied, laughing prankily.

"Didn't Master Soma say, 'We can all get rid of'? I'm sure he'll do the rough stuff, as he put it."

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On a small high hill, a little further than the holy place Lolo. More than a hundred Zoan warriors stood up in a square surrounded by several Zoan tents.

"" Ha! Ha! Ha!

That's a hanging voice when hunting, when driving away prey. Along with the ringing, the Zoans thump their hands and step on their feet.

Breaking its Zoan hedge, a cow was brought with a rope around his neck by several warriors. It is a stunning bull with horns that poke heaven at his hard body. The bull was intensely excited by the hanging and enthusiasm of the Zoans surrounding him, and he was still raging all the rope around his neck into pieces.

And when Zoan's hanging voice reaches its climax, the rope that was connecting the cow is slashed. Finally, the cattle released from the restraint, one big, kicked the dirt and ran out.

One warrior stands in front of that cow running through the narrow path made by the hedges of Zoan's warriors.

It is a zoan with yellow-brown hair with black stripes like a tiger or shema hyena. As if to boast of its forged body, that Zoan, naked in his upper body, confronted a rampant cow with only one wave of a mountain sword in his hand.

The warrior licks his left cheek with a long tongue, with a knife wound, in front of an even more fierce and mad cow at the appearance of a standing enemy.

The moment I thought I could put it on a bull horn, the Zoan warrior shrugged the bull horn with a piece of paper. All that or when I hooked my left arm to the cow's neck without mistake, I used the impulse of the cow to jump on the cow's back and instantly scratched off the cow's neck with a mountain knife in my hand.

A cow who is torn through the artery of his neck does not stop, but raises intense dirt and dust, trying to relax and falls to the ground.

After a while, in its dust and dust, Zoan's warrior rose from the cow's back, and a burst of cheer boiled from all around him.

In that cheer, its Zoan warriors raised their voices to those around them and inquired.

"Who is the strongest warrior on the plains?!"

To that question, the surrounding Zoans sum up their answers.

"" Mambaha! Mamba ha! Mamba ha!! "

"Who really deserves a grand chief?!"

"" Mambaha! Mamba ha! Mamba ha!! "

And, cheering all over his body, that Zoan warrior spread his arms wide and shouted his last question as he looked up to heaven.

"Who am I?!"

"" Rough Tenderness "! Rough Tenderloin!" Rough Tenderness "!!"

Menuin Nurga Mambaha, once the man known as the strongest warrior on the plains, had a loud laugh to respond to the great cheer.