《Im a Kobold, So what》Chapter 8 A Long Journy
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[Alright things are looking up I got a new class and a decent quest nothing can go wrong now] {Master I have a question} [Yes what is it] {What's your weapon}? With that, I freeze up remembering the conflict I had with that one asshole I remember I lost my weapon in the fight and forgot to retrieve it. [Well it could be worse right] {What's our food expenses look like right now}? I flinch realizing I'm completely broke after paying the fees. [W-Well we could be] {Isn't their an investigation going on about the death of the adventurer you burned to death and if they find out you'll be executed on the spot}? [WELL EXCUSE ME MR. KILLJOY FOR TRYING TO BE OPTIMISTIC]. {You do realize this is the reason your intelligence stays at three right}? (SHUT YOUR TRAP DO YOU ALWAYS NEED TO REMIND ME ABOUT THAT). I flail my arms in the air as if that's supposed to do something. It does, however, get me strange looks as I walk through the town gate so that's something at least.
[Alright looks like we're ready]. As I start walking I get interrupted by a certain someone. {The quest objective is that way} He puts an image in my mind showing me what he is talking about. [Oh... ALRIGHT LET'S GO]! I start going in the direction shown and break into a run. it takes a couple of minutes of running to reach the forest but I'm completely exhausted. [-Pant-Pant- are we almost their]? {We are about an eighth of the way there}. That was a reply I wasn't hoping for. {Just keep walking}. [Alright Alright remember you the one getting a ride from me]
After taking a few steps forward I hear a low growling coming from behind. I know this growl well enough the one who tormented me and my mortal enemy the Bear. I go to draw my knife which isn't there *Whoops forgot I lost it Oh well*. {Master want me to take care of it}? [No, This is an enemy I must face alone] *But how do I fight without a weapon? Oh yeah, I had claw arts. Getting into a battle-ready stance I charge at the bear. [TIME TO MEET YOUR MAKER TUBBY]! I shout my battle cry as our arms connect. Well it was more like my claws hit the air and his paw hits straight into my face as I go flying. I smack right into a tree as I lose the functions of my limbs. The bear gets closer getting ready for a snack. At that point, however, Max jumps out of my shadows tackling the bear. both are around the same size so he pins it and bares his teeth into the bear's neck. [ No my Nemises] I moan as I sit slumped against the tree.
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{Look I'm getting tired of this after we finish this quest I'm going to train you got it}. I have no energy right now to argue with him [Well can you carry me I can't move]? {Fine} after slumping me over his shoulders and starts carrying me to the objective. And now my Nemesis is dead and all I lost was a bit of pride and maybe a few brain cells. I'd say this is a win in my book.
After a couple of minutes of Max running, we finally got there. [See I told you it's hard when you the one carrying somebody]. {It wasn't besides when I'm in your Shadow's I don't weigh anything your just out of shape} I had no retort besides the usual man I got to think of better comebacks. [Well it seems like our quest has begun let's go]. And with that, we make our way to the entrance of the goblins den. Preparing ourselves for what comes next I let out a smile. There aren't any bears to mess me up this time so I'm feeling good about this.
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