The Peerless Kobold (WN)

It's been about three and a half months since we got back to the Easteria Forest, even as we rushed through a plain area filled with snowflakes and hunted owls that attacked our little fox sister.

(It's spring... I can't keep my sleepiness down)

Sitting at the corner of a large square, he bit down the stretch, and when he looked over the landscape of a long idle settlement, Bolt also put his head on his mother's lap to see how she was happily uttering.

The other children's bolts twisted together watched by their parents, and at the end of their gaze, they ate the legs behind the thin tea toddler laid together by the pressed chestnut-haired toddler, and stuck with the gazi gazi...

"Kuh!? Fuwawoo!!"

"Gaw!?

He was hit back and bit his little tail, kicking it up even more and screaming like a surprise.

"Wu...... cure ~ n"

Still, as far as chestnut hair and a slightly annoying thin tea bolt that goes into contact (from) without meowing, individual personalities may have already begun to emerge.

Well, from the side (was), they're both puppies themselves, but in six months' time, they should be up and in shape as subraces.

"You're really cute, oh, I want to moff you enough..."

"Lenaid, if you do that, your parents will get mad at you."

Zeroing a slightly disturbing word, Lenade, a white magnetic samurai knight, and Mira, a bronze pharmacist, approached him, so he wears a mask of reading, which hangs on his waist.

"Garvon? Kwaluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"What's up? That's a rare combination. '"

"Lord Archer, I think I'll head out into the woods for a little while."

"Mm-hmm. I'm going to collect some spring herbs and herbs."

Though Mira, the pharmacist, clutches her hands a long time and tempers her, the narrow elves of the line are not suited to rough things, so it is unacceptable for them to go alone to the woods where the bears and others who wake up from hibernation also roam.

"For a while, I'd like to borrow a warrior from the Dog Clan..."

Originally another escort, the Obsidian hunter Celica...... would be in the process of planting a continental common language in Buster in the shade of some tree this time of year.

(to be held)

I can feel it pulling me down to say no, and it's true that if anything happens to them, I'm not sorry for Alistair, so I walk up under the childhood tame of a long skinny body sitting in the settlement (deliberately) suppressing signs.

"Woovan, Fawoon?

Blazer, can you get out?

"Luau, gurua...... gargu guan aa wo oan

(Sorry, Mister... I'm going hunting after this) "

If we followed the gaze of the guy who responded badly, five of the Ni generation, equipped from a little further away, were coming this way willingly.

Because furry cobolts become inactive in harsh winters, overwinter storage has already been depleted, and the harvest of autumn sprinkled wheat cannot be counted since the early summer.

"Kluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Waf, gruuuuu."

"Gurua, Awow on! (Boss, I'm coming!)"

"KUOOOOOOOOOOO!! (Expect it!!)"

Drop off the people who have joined us while we're exchanging words, and we'll be standing by for a while.

"Ugh, we want to get out of here, too."

"You mustn't say too much, Mira"

Though I can stare with golden eyes (ooh ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho) at the blue-skinned elf with a long, elf-specific ear laying low, I want to take at least the last one of them with me to increase my safety.

(Lancer has help babysitting, and I'd ask Mr. Gallow for it.)

A skilled warrior, Gallow, is Buster's father. Still, his ability as a dog hound (Kobolt Seeker) is alive and well, but he can't exactly drive out his predecessors.

If I honestly gave up and threw my gaze at the fox-mixed dagger (dagger) and the pale giant axe (Axe) who had been moving my body from where I had distanced myself from my parents and children earlier, I would have begun to pair hands at some point...

"Shh."

Without moving into her sister, who exhales slightly short breaths and screams like a fox for her prey, Axe, standing slightly lower back, intercepts her with a right positive fist poke.

However, her agile sister swirled her body through her opponent's side as she fisted with her left palm, slamming her centrifugal right elbow into her back and hips.

"Aww!? Wahhh, guh!!

(Ahhh!? Ouch, already!!) "

Slightly, the crisp Axe also spins half a turn to unleash his undirected right back fist, but his sister, who was anticipating it, knocks her torso back and earns distance by flying backward while attacking.

"Quuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu on!!

(hehe, I won't hit you!!) "

My conditioned sister skews her nibble and mouth end, rolling out a full flying kick with more speed and weight on her chest plate.

Probably a calculation that disfights the opponent on the assumption that he will be defended, strikes in a series of strikes at the same time as landing, and leaves it to maneuvers to push it off...

"Fou: That's sweet."

"Grr... uhhhh!!

(Gu... uhhhhh!) "

Axe swings through his right arm, which has been kicked, with all his might, and punches his sister's void, pushed back in the air, releasing a left body blow with a quick step in.

"Guh, guh!? (hey, ghoul!?)"

Though the defense was only a small difference in time, his sister, who had been hit hard in the abdomen by each of the crossed arms, flew away in pain shortly after landing, pursuing him before poking one knee on the ground.

Judging it as a separation, I raise my hand gently and speak up.

"Kukuru, off." Mind if I take a moment? "

"Ugh... Garvan."

"Waffivon, Gurra? (Can I help you, boss?)"

I point to Mira and Renade, who were watching the handsets next door, against Axe, who leaned his little neck against his sister, who stood up with her face flaunted.

"Wolverine, Galfoon?" I'm going to the woods with you, will you come?

"Oh wow (please)"

"Khruwan (I'm good)"

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...... (uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Looks like Axe, somewhat clouded by words, plans to open the cropland for spring sprinkling crops with the knuckles and smiths of the drooling ear cobolts after this.

I remember asking them to do the same. I told them that I would be okay with a childhood friendly with a troubled look on my face, and the four of them who added my sister went into the back of the woods in search of spring plants.