The Peerless Kobold (WN)

(……… is it time for everyone to come back)

A short distance from the cave east of the village of Luqua, where the Kobolts are nestled, trees are neglected and leaking days are pouring down.

It is Buster, a cobolt with a black arm, who avoids the sun and keeps his back in the tree.

He leads the herd south with Knuckles and Smith after his companions depart to Selkram, the king's capital, to the cave where they tend to live. Since then, I have been working out in this slightly open corner of the woods to find time.

I just haven't worked out yet today... I had a feeling there was going to be a waiting party.

(I think there was always a general ahead of me...)

Even though he wins in stature, he laughs bitterly at his childhood memories just being rolled to the ground if he realizes it. Still, Buster didn't doubt by then that he would succeed his father and lead the herd.

Now I know the Admiral is better suited than I am, and I can guess why my father chose him as his next chief.

(But that's a different story than this, losing doesn't suit you sexually...... no, maybe I want to be admitted more than that)

I've already given Archer Zen's position as head of the herd and he's in hiding, but my father's ambitious figure is still burning into memory.

It was also my father who led the herd of males against a man approaching the settlement following a fleeing young cobolt when his fellow born alike was attacked by Graybear.

Seeing that back, he himself vowed to become a fine male to protect the herd...... so he may be pulling off that he wasn't chosen by his father, even if he was severed by his head.

(Well, good... it's been a long time since I've challenged the general, so don't think of anything extra)

The past few months have seen things like going for mountain ranges that look far away, engaging with people to fight the bandits, exterminating the goblins with the cats... and so on.

I have a sense of considerable strength in it myself.

Even after my buddies headed to the King's Capital on the west side, I've had knuckles hang out and work out, and the local power should be up...

And so on and so on and so on and so on, a strong wind blows through the trees of the forest, and the sense of smell captures the presence of the fellows.

Let's say we can have a fight, Admiral.

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After leaving the village of Luqua before the evening, crossing the camp along the way and finally reaching a slightly open location near the cave where the knuckles originally lived, there's something waiting for us there.

"Wu, guraaawon."

"Khu, Whulu, Khulu ~ ♪ (Oh, really, just now ~") "

"Also (ortho), that's a macho (marcel) cobolt (cobalt) …"

Blazer finds the cobolt of the arm-black giant he is aiming for, and his sister rocks her moff-moff tail and speeds up her legs...... she notices his haunting hegemony and tilts her nipple.

"Wah, wafion, guruaao? (What happened, Buster?)"

"GUAW, WAHUAH...... WAHUOGURUA VOLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(No, nothing... I'm going to have to deal with the Admiral in a while) "

He rose himself from the tree where he had kept his back, removed the leather armor that had been wrapped around him, placed it on the side of the great sword on which he stood, and stood in the original cobolt of only a moveable hip.

Sequence fights between Kobolts do not basically inflict fatal injuries on the target. For example, if No1 and No2 of the herd compete and fall together, the herd itself could collapse.

Thus, although there are various forms such as competing with hunting arms, in our flock we are supposed to speak with fists for generations. Sometimes armor that restricts movement is shackled for that reason, and I guess I decorated it.

"Wong, Galua... 'Okay, let's be opponents...'"

(Well, I thought it was about time...)

I take my gear off and put it at the root of the tree, just like Buster, and take a step toward him. Along with that, everyone else distances themselves from us and observes.

... I'm not ready for anything either.

I had a consciousness that my direction of growth was not physical specialization, and the newly acquired magic breaks the code in sequence strife within my peers... all I can use is the limbs I was born with.

That's why we have a secret plan.

"Huuuu...... Voluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

[Activation: Gold Rigidbody (EarthAttribute Type)]

Explode the magic that surrounds your body, and let the power of life that dwells on the earth be divided only slightly to make your body a Vajra!

"Garu, woaruan, guru!

(Ha, that's funny, Admiral!) "

After a moment my upper body muscles thrive and become more musculoskeletal than Buster can beat.

Yes, I was hard at work reading and practicing in the swinging front carriage on the way home and during the break, the contents of the diabolical guide "Rigid Grinding Copy" of different colors...

Of course, the author is Greio Elbarado, the sage of steel.

There is demand and supply in the world... even if it is something that would be spooked by a normal magician, this book of magic was worth it to me, who is sometimes required to beat up a herd.

Even if it was piled up as a surplus for sale in the private room of the old demon mentor Graeo...