The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Gaww!!

As if he had been slapped with a giant hammer, Graybear beat the little bolt into his sharp nails and he is bounced off with blood scattered.

"Wal, Wal Own!! (Trees, climb trees!!)"

I quickly climbed a nearby tree when I could roar aloud, and my brother and sister, who saw it, climbed the same tree. Note that Kobolt is not so good at climbing trees.

However, my sister used to imitate me and always climb trees and fly around on thick branches, so I still move so much on trees... my unfamiliar brother takes the trouble.

"Huh, cu..."

Am I in a hurry, or out of fear, my brother stepped off his foot as he climbed the tree, and he fell abruptly. And it doesn't even have to fall to the ground, it's going to be bitten down with Greybear's big jaw.

It is always lamentable when life is taken, and the hand stretched out is never reached.

"Grrrr!! (Damn!!)"

"Cu!? Cuuua!"

I shake my neck to the left and right against my sister's gaze as if she wasn't going to help me.

"Aw, GUAR...... (no, I can't help you anymore...)"

I jump over the trees toward the settlement with my generation of child bolts running away to scatter spider children and two mothers to restrain under my eyes. A little later, my sister stepped out and chased her away, and our brothers and sisters fled safely to the settlement...

Mistaken in his judgment, three Boy Bolts, who fled from the settlement to the back of the woods, went missing, and immediately took his breath away, although one had returned to his nest in the evening with blood paint.

Needless to say how the mothers of the flock were grieving that day. The fathers had a look like they had given up because of the harshness of nature on them.

As a result, there were about half a dozen child bolts in the settlement, but would it be a small salvation not to have lost all the children… I was determined to train the same generation who survived this day, even if they were powerful.

From the next day those who disobeyed controlled with force and forced them to train in half.

Originally, I was at the top of the bolt, so the training of my peers, who would have been born in the same period, goes well.

"Wafa...... (uhh...)"

"Gah, gah!! (Get up, get up!!)"

I blamed the least able-bodied boy Bolt for crushing in the middle of an armrest and stomped that moffy tail relentlessly.

"Cane!?

"Wolhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

(The enemy comes after the weak, you want to die!) "

I'm feeling a little sparta... but I remember losing a buddy in everyone's brain, so he's eager to work on it. However, I was worried that the adult Kobolts would stop me because they thought the kids were doing something weird, but that also seemed to be just a worry.

In the first place, Kobolt has the ecology to form a sequential society, so even if it's a pair of hands I started after finishing my earlier arm, I guess I still think the kids are having a ranking duel.

"Cucuavan! (Yikes!

He takes his opponent's arm pinched with his knees and elbows as he hits him with a cute growl, and just slaps him straight to the right.

"Gah!?

React further to the signs from behind and let him eat his back fist without turning around.

"Wow, wow!! (I can't hide my killings, sister!!)"

"Gaffoon!"

My sister stares at me with tears as I raise my odd voice and hold my nose.

"Whoo!! (Phew!!

"Cuau, quaorgawoa... (sorry, bad hit...)"

The days of training continue, even though we are occasionally injured and mad at our mothers, and eventually we will be two fine years old. Cobolt is growing fast, so when it comes to being two, it's quite a serving.

In front of them lay strong cobolts boasting a forged steel-like body. No, let me correct you. My sister and her friend are female, so they wear more supple muscles than steel.

We haven't encountered Gray Bear since, but even as we were repeatedly raided by demons, we were drawing a line with the rest of Kobolt, without missing anyone until we were two years old.

It just doesn't all go well, and Father disappears over the past year.

One day, I never returned from a hunt I went out to... the body of a fleeing back herd of cobolts had traces of big nails like they had been decided upon. I don't know if it's Gray Bear who ate my brother then, but I swear I'll hunt them sooner or later.

At the time, I was a year and a half old and my sister and I were fortunate enough to already be able to hunt. Therefore, the loss of the Mother will not place a heavy burden on the Mother, and she will hone herself on the ground while chasing after her prey.

And with some strength, I lead my people through the woods.

In order to discuss Gray Bear, I will not allow it with the spear, obsidian knife, or stone throwing that I am using now combined with the stick. We'll need the right gear... but we'll have to take it away from the adventurers who come to the woods, even if it's somewhat painful to be an ex-human, than we can make it ourselves.

As far as they are concerned, there is a perception of a place that is likely to be visited, as colleagues who went to collect medicinal herbs for wounds may sometimes encounter them and be driven away. Probably getting a beginner collection request from the Adventurer Guild, but with that degree of adventurer, it's also possible to disable and take away gear.

"Wah? Gah. Wah. You can't kill me)"

"Wow, wow."

"Wawoon, Gurrah."

When he puts out the injured poorly, the prize money is hung and crusaded, so he tells his companions in mind, and then sneaks up in the bush to the four armed boys and girls who are harvesting the herbs.

And he jumped out of the bush all at once as he roared.

"Huh!? What, a macho cobolt!?

"You're no longer a Cobolt!!

Rushing to take control of a boy swordsman trying to pull his sword out of the sheath at his waist, I hold that hand down every sword pattern.

"Eh! Out of the way, guh!!

As it was, I punched in a body blow that pruned my consciousness.

"Damn!!

A little next door, she kicks up the dagger pattern held by the sheaf girl her sister has slashed in, dives into the pocket of her facing opponent and releases a palm bottom to her jaw, stunning her slow-responsive opponent with one blow.

If we had finished the temporary offense and checked the situation, the rest of us would have already defeated the spear-equipped warrior.

"Hih, then, monster, me, it won't taste good to eat!?

One leftover cleric girl falls down to the ground with her hips slipped and retreats behind. I have no equipment to take away from this girl, and I have to let her take care of the adventurers who are unconscious.

(It would be dangerous if I slept here...)

As a former mercenary who draws a clear line in the exchange of life and fits shackles into himself to not be a beast, he also has some guilt in attacking adventurers only for unilateral convenience.

Take minimal care of them, even if it's just hypocrisy, while quickly taking your gear and diving into the woods. After this, we rushed out again and took away the Adventurer's gear in the same way, and we equipped all six of them.