The Peerless Kobold (WN)

When I woke up, I was wrapped in a light brown moff-moff.

I feel at ease like I'm in bed because of the warmth and fluff.

Sure I should have died on the battlefield of Athos, the desert country...

"Cue, Cuervoon? What the hell is going on?"

Hey, what? Can't talk properly!? You reacted to my throbbing upset, little Moffmoff next door gets up and bites me sweet.

Stop it, you, where are you peppering!?

Not there, what the hell are you thinking?

"Kwah, Kwah, Kwah!! (You, stop, ahhh!)"

He has even joined a small Mohmof on the other side saying he is desperately fighting a sudden crisis of chastity.

"Ukyu."

"Cuckoo!? (You too?!?)"

Respond violently to Moffmoff riding from side to side.

"Kuh, kuh, kuh, kuh! (Damn, take my fist!!)"

Pough.

"Cuh, cuaahhh!? (What, it's not working!?)"

Still soft meatballs buffer the shock empty-handed, lagging yet finding themselves in a moffy, tiny hand.

"Huh, cucua!? Cuckoo! eh)"

Pohoo, pohoo, pohoo, pohoo.

Pohhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Cu, Cuervern"

"K, Kruvan! Cuow? M?)"

I resist desperately and my breath rises quickly, and after all I have done, I am devoured and coveted by the two Moffmoffs as I am...

"Uh-oh."

When I gave up half the time asking you to like me anymore, a big moff-moff accidentally wrapped us around. What I looked up at was a dog shaped demon in the shape of a person, that is, nothing but a cobolt... I instinctively understood what I am now.

(Nah!? Cobolt!

In the shock and confusion of punching him in the head, the exhausted puppy's body could not resist the sleeper, and he was wrapped up in a dog-man mother and invited to utter and sleep...

Having thus been reborn into a cobolt of dog breeds living in the forest, I live with four families in a slightly darker cave behind the forest. They have a similar hole warehouse around them, and a total of about three dozen cobolts are around here.

These days I can get high, and even if I sneak my head out of the nest hole for reconnaissance, my mother gently holds me up and pulls me back to bed.

"Khu, Khun, Khuaan."

He's dying on the battlefield from a curious guy... yes, it's me now.

Because of this, my sister also imitates and crawls to the exit, but is brought back fast. I felt some sign behind my back that my mother was great.

"Hap."

"Cane!?

My brother bites my tail faster than this one turns around.

Damn, don't attack him when he's alarmed, hey!?

Pohoo, pohoo, pohoo, pohoo.

(Hereinafter omitted)

Ha, ha... I've wasted my health again...

Mentioned, you can't even tell me the order in which you were born, my sister and brother are just subjective... only my feelings are old, so I gave up fighting over where to go next to my mother, etc., without participating.

Then, after a while, the first test comes to me when I'm weaned.

"Cuoooo, Gargoguaaan!?

(Father, are you telling me to eat this!?) "

"Wow, wow."

The sole placed before me was a rabbit with a torn neck.

Of course, it's so wild that it drips blood.

"Queen......"

I reluctantly climb onto Mother's lap and try to twist the milk, but she is held up and put back beside an unspeakable rabbit.

"Cu."

"Wahoo!"

Shit, my sister and brother look deliciously greedy, you beast!!

Oh, I know. Well, if you don't eat here, you're just gonna starve to death!

Yeah, keep it up!?

Kapu

Mmm, yummy!?

(Is it because the taste is Cobolt?)

That's how I devour the bait Father has hunted with my brothers...

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Note that Boy Bolt grows there fast.

After a while, my six-month old brothers and I were able to walk bipedally. Recently, as it grows, Mother is allowed to travel far enough to wander around the settlement where Cobolt's nest holes gather.

And now that I'm seeing Cobolt other than my parents and siblings, I realize a serious fact.

Older people don't exist in Cobolt, perhaps even the oldest have only lived for about 10 years. I guess Cobolt's survival is low, just a demon at the bottom to investigate. Even if it's not as good as a regular wild dog, it may have a better chance of dying before it completes its life expectancy.

The way dogs live is basically a repetition of [sleep - wake up - go hunting - eat] with no other elements. Whatever you're trying to say, you don't have the idea of building a better weapon or building yourself up for survival!

As it stands, I will be killed by other demons or humans, and I will finish my second life early. Exactly. I want to forgive you, and don't forget the ”regret for your impudent self” you had at the time of your death in your previous life.

This time, I want the strength to die laughing grandiously without a trace of remorse at the end.

Even a fragile cobolt as a demon.

I therefore decided to impose all possible workouts on myself and challenge the limits of Kobolt. We just have to do our best every day, more than we know when and when to lose our lives.

The siblings are also invited to work out because it is better for many of them to rely on it.

My sister, who comes nostalgic for me and acts with me, didn't even know what it meant. She was hanging out with her abs, climbing trees, throwing stones, etc... but my brother quickly got tired of me.

At that time I thought it might not be necessary to force me, but later I regret that I should have been forced to work out. Weak eating was a tough thing to do...

So every day, as a result of running in until we had done all we could to develop our basic health and continue to work out our fighting as children, we were overwhelmingly stronger in eleven of our generation of child bolts born this spring.

Perhaps he was therefore chronic.

In addition, the season is moving forward, and it is time for me and the other kids Bolts to move away from the settlement. By then, the mothers of the herd had stopped interfering too much to the extent that they followed the children a little later.

One day, walking through the woods with my buddies as usual, I felt an unexpected sign that something big was squirming in the bush, and a chill that was difficult to brush through my spine.

"Wah!! (Ambush!!)"

It's the worst demon in the surrounding area, Graybear, who showed up out of the bush at the same time as this warning! A terrible presence stands in front of him: a tough jaw eats his prey bone-by-bone and easily cleaves trees with big bear hands and hard nails.

"Grrrrrrrr...... gahhhhh!

He shook his rigid arms as he roared low and swung through to the slap with a nearby little bolt hanging with the growl!!