The Peerless Kobold (WN)

Today and today, the voices of the puppies performing the hand set from the center of the settlement square sound.

"Gah! (So yah!)"

"Cuervan (it's late)"

Against the right hook rolled out by the black-haired kid bolt, the white tea and hair-blended kid bolt jumps into his nose with his left arm up and punches it!

Unable to hold his hair, his right elbow, struck out while drawing a semi-circular track, katched up the jaw of a black-haired mixed boy bolt.

"Gww!? (Grrr!?)"

"Waaaa (I got it)"

While stretching the elbow that was bent further for the punch, the white tea blend hairy boy bolt punches his back fist down into the other person's face, but is forced to lean only on his neck.

I just got a heavy blow near my left clavicle when I hit him directly in the head...

"Kwah, uhh...... Khun, gussy

(Wow, uhh... Ouch, gush) "

He squatted his tail round as a black-haired mixed boy bolt ate his elbow on his jaw and the back fist of a punch down on his clavicle nearly cried.

"Gawowow (So Far)"

"Ohu, Gaal...... Khuvoao

(Wait, knuckles... my eyes aren't dead yet) "

Even as the knuckle watching the workout with the other boy bolts tries to mark the end of the pair of hands, the long-bodied cobolt sitting next to him stops it.

"Waowan, Guruquawo...

(Blazer, you can make me do this any more...) "

Knuckle's sight captured a flash of sight as he tried to make an opinion, slightly shuddered.

As soon as the White Tea Blend Hairy Boy Bolt hesitates against his squatting and tearing opponent, the Black Haired Blend Boy Bolt unleashes a half-moon drawing repetitive kick (Summer Salt Kick) while poking his right hand to the ground!

"Kluuuuuuuuuuuu!"

"Huh!? Gauuuuuu, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Don't miss the gap that you were able to get jawed by an accidental kick, and the black-haired mixed boy bolt that rose in a retreat punches in the positive fist of the stop.

"Gahhhhhh!"

"Gu, kyu... (Gu, kyu...)"

The pain prevented him from moving slowly, and the white tea-blended hairy baby bolt, which was punched through the face, fell on his back. Seems like this time they really beat him down, not like he's going to get caught off guard...

"Wah, kluah! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

(Oh, my boy! Hey your boy, not cowardly!!) "

"Uh-oh, Garuh-oh, Wafah-oh.

(Ugh, I can't make excuses, but you must lose!) "

"Woon, Gaooo!

(Yes, yes, that's it!) "

The white-haired spears walk up to the sides of the two boys only at the tip of the limb and tail, arguing that the mothers are likely to start talking to each other off-site.

(I wonder why I have to be older...)

Sighing in his heart, for example, Lancer was a presence that made up a bi-perfection with his best friend Dagger among the females in the settlement, and he was seen as a young but same-sex compiler. It's a job that my best friend, who is supposed to be the boss of the herd, should do...

(Ask that girl for it... she's going to smoke in the middle of nowhere)

How dare you hold a white tea blend hairy boy bolt that falls down and leaks groans and touches the injury, visioning the appearance of a friend who happily raises a fox fire.

"Lu, Qur 'an 'ong (gather, heal holy light)"

"Huh, guh... uhh..."

Warm white light emits a pale glow, healing bruises on the jaw and face and in the chopped temples.

"Cua, Garoan."

"Warne."

He called in a black-haired kid Bolt and stroked the kid's head around as Blazer came beside him where he treated his injury.

"Wahoo! Galoo? (Wow! Shit?)"

"Kuaong Lugu, Garwow wow wow... woan?

(You win, kid, but we won't get through next... right?) "

He turns his gaze and looks out for a white tea blend hairy boy bolt who sits on the ground and showcases himself. This time of year, the pair of hands and twitches have already combined a series of fights in the same generation, and when they lose, they are young but depressed.

"... Wong, Garoo (... Yes, Shin)"

"Gulvov, Gulgawowkwolva...... Gulvaa Volua

(Forbidden to be cautious, I'm glad it wasn't in action... be strong now) "

If you are unconscious in action, unless you are lucky enough, there will be no next time, only to expose the corpse and return to the earth... so you cannot choose the means to win, and you need to work out from an early age.

"Lwaaaw, waowan? (Next, Blazer?)"

"Wow, Wong...... (Oh, please...)"

After taking the confirmation, Lancer pulls the hands of the two boys who finished the pair of hands and takes them under the mothers while Knuckle is looking after two matching child bolts of merit.

Across those girls, the Easteria Forest stretches deeper into the signs of autumn.

This is a busy season for all races, as they need to be ready for hibernation in preparation for winter or to secure nuts such as stockable walnuts.

Naturally, the Kobolts are no exception, and they must also sharpen their outpouring with warcraft and animals such as gray bears (gray bears) wandering in search of food.

Furthermore, autumn is also their breeding season, and the single males are really busy because they hunt and show strength for many prey in this situation and do not quit beating each other up with their loved ones if necessary.

(Well, it's none of our business ~)

Lancer squeaks solo as she looks at some soaking bachelorette fellow.

It starts at about 3-4 years of age, and by the time you reach about 6 years of age, it's already your turn, so it's practically the generation of 3-6 years of age and those who have lost a partner who are busy during the love season.

It should be noted that there is also included because of the loss of a childhood mother, who is still seen as an object at her age.

(Speaking of which... it wasn't irrelevant)

Of course, her childhood boss had asked her to repel the impudent male this year.