The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

Unusable gifts

When the horizon began to whiten at dawn, I felt death.

Will a butterfly feathering meadows guide you to Yellow Springs?

I felt good at the end of my 5,000 years of life and slowly closed my eyes as I buried myself in the soft grass.

"Okiro!"

"Ngah!

But being slapped with a whip and tranquil predecessors are hindered.

The flower garden that was visible behind the eyelid was distant in an instant, and if you notice it is the meadow again at dawn. The moon is drifting in the sky completely diluted in color.

"Overnight Kakatte, Ra Sura Hunt Lent Ha. Cocoma Denibuy Hound Hahaji Meteda"

"Because I can't help it. I'm not a hound, and I feel sorry for you hunting for nothing."

Well, it's true that running for real didn't even catch up with the little animals.

"Maaii. Basic Ha 'ism Eta. Atoha, Omaecidae. Death Nitakunakereba, Tsuzukero"

"I think if I exercise all night every day, that would kill me."

Besides, stealing Leiko's eyes and daring it is a difficult business.

As I sighed and contemplated my future ordeal, the Hunting God came down my back and gently slapped Pompong and my head.

"Dijoub. Kit, Nant Canal Yo. Gambate."

"I knew you were a complete double personality."

"Me, refreshing citakara, solo solo, frog"

"I feel like I've been made a good toy."

The Hunting God has placed the barrel of medicine he had been confiscating on the ground, offering him his hand to ask me to shake it.

I no longer had the strength to reach out, but still, in discipline, the Hunting God waited with his hands open.

I manage to get myself up and touch the toe of one arm.

"Omiyage"

And it came to pass, when the hunting god said so, that part of the black mist that shaped his body was wrapped around my hand fluttering.

Eventually, the fog sucks softly into my arms, making me invisible.

"Huh? What have you done, Lord?

"Buki."

"Weapon? Yeah, speaking of which, your lord also took a black fog bow and arrow or something -"

"Claw Nichikara, Ilette"

"Like this?

Hmm, I'll try my best.

Then, as the Hunting God had said, a black mist appeared to cover my nails from above.

- However, the length of the fog claws that appear is less than one fly.

Digging the ground to make sure it was cleavage was dull enough to be very much the same as the original nail.

I can't use it.

In fact, the nail length only stretched for one small bug.

"Ahh..."

The Hunting God had also lost some words.

I don't have a look on his face, but I know what you're trying to say. I'm sure this weapon will be strong if used by those who use it.

It must be his first experience to have been an unfortunate substitute so far.

"... eto... gambate..."

Diagonally (though with no eyes), he dropped his gaze and the Hunting God disappeared as if he were running away.

I wonder what it is. I'm so sorry.

As I grew tired, I fell into my stomach. The ground sounds and the birds fly in unison from the grass around them.

It makes me laugh.

I'm going to sleep in the morning sun.

"Dear Evil Dragon!

There was a voice from far away, and I jumped all over my body.

Looking around frightened, Laeko was walking all he could from the far end of the horizon.

Fast, as if the wind had taken the shape of a person, a light run that doesn't make you feel the weight.

Between blinking three times, Laeko arrived before me floating.

"I'm back now. City guards will be arriving shortly."

"Ah, good day"

"There is no such thing. It's easier to hold on to this degree, than to breathe. By the way, Master Evil Dragon... from what I've seen, you look tired."

I frightened myself.

I shouldn't. If Spartan instruction finds out I'm exhausted, Raco will surely be disillusioned and run wild as it is.

"No, it's not, this is..."

"- Does the old wound still hurt then"

"When did it happen?"

It's the first time I've heard that.

"He slaughtered thousands of enemies in the Great War of the Gods."

Just a sense of scale in my interpretation of muscle pain.

I clouded my words, "Well, that's it," and I finally saw the guards' horses rushing.

"You're annoying. This way."

Instead of the tired and almost immobile arm, I wave my tail and direct it.

but the cavalry abruptly pulled the reins and stopped the horse's leg. And whined with no one.