It was raining today, so we were relaxing and working in the cave.
Clonk-clonk sounds reverberated while I was striking and grinding a mysterious obsidian-like ore with a large rock I found yesterday by the riverside. I’m trying to craft a makeshift knife for dismantling.
Well, I wished to have fur clothes soon. I wanted to graduate from the worn-out cloth, but the horn was not suitable for cutting.
Partly because of the noise I was making, and because they were interested, the goblins from my age approached. However, after ignoring them and continuing to work, they got bored and scattered. Good riddance.
The elderly goblins for some reason were smiling while observing me. I don't know why.
Oh well, since I was able to make three makeshift knives a little past noon, this should be enough for today. Since both my hands were starting to hurt slightly, I decided to end it at that.
Because after finishing the crafting of the makeshift knives I didn't have anything to do, I looked at the two people, Gobumi-chan and Gobukichi-kun who were staring at my work without getting bored - no, next time I will count not by person, but by goblin - and called for a strategy meeting concerning our formation when hunting next time.
Various opinions were noisily being voiced - although it is a field where I am mostly unchallenged, Gobumi-chan who is smarter than Gobukichi-kun did offer her opinion once in a while. Gobukichi-kun was constantly nodding, since he’s an idiot - . During the meeting, a remarkably wrinkled old goblin approached us.
I stopped the strategy meeting to listen to various stories from Gobujii. Well, Gobujii has had a uselessly long life but he has a very extensive knowledge as a result, so I do not want to miss this opportunity.
Well, because it would only take about twenty years or so to be called an elderly, this body will not be able to have a long life...Hahaha.
I pulled myself together.
Gobujii told me many things about this world such as the rules for Levels and [ Evolution (Rank Up) ] - apparently such a thing exists -, why in this cave except for us, the newly born goblins, there were only elderly goblins around, among other things.
Let’s leave this world's Levels, [ Evolution (Rank Up) ] and rules for later. Let’s first talk about the goblins who live in this cave.
Apparently the adult goblins - maybe our goblin parents - are working away from home outside the forest. I understand, in short pillaging right? .
Eh, weren't goblins so weak that they easily get killed by Horn rabbits you say? No no, that is only a newborn goblin. Goblins are certainly weak as a race, However, this is the same reason why goblins are able to move a few days after birth, training to kill using wooden sticks and stones in order to learn how to support themselves while literally learning cunning tactics and the skills needed to survive by risking their lives.
The weak die while the strong survive. I understand this very simple yet severe law.
Really, so merciless I want to cry.
Well, because this time there were many individuals who imitated us - who started killing Horn rabbits from the fourth day since our birth - , by pairing up and carrying wooden sticks around, the number of the surviving goblins is greater than ever.
While I was nodding and saying “I see, I see”, I saw that for some reason Gobujii's loincloth began to change shape. Apparently his long life hadn’t dulled his desire to spawn progeny, or perhaps he sensed that his death was close.
Ugh, after suppressing my nausea, I tried to stop our talk as soon as possible and averted my gaze from his crotch. There's no way I can gaze at that thing for a long time.
After our talk ended, Gobujii's face turned into an expression filled with lust and he went to the inner parts of the cave. A short while later, I heard some feeble screams.
I put my hands together and prayed "Namu" for the sake of the captured human women for the second time. I'll say it again, but doing anything more than this at the moment is impossible for me, nevertheless, someday I want to grant those women peace.
Under those conditions, just continuing to live is a hell.
Even I've at least this much sympathy.
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