Very Easy! Thieves’ Style Violent Communication!
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I peek at my base, the Great Tree of Kaliva, from within the bushes. There are three dirty-looking n present. They’ve carelessly lit a fire on the makeshift stove I made from stones, and at is being grilled.
at… at! It’s different from the rat at I usually eat! It’s big, fatty, and slls delicious, that at…! The fragrant aroma drifts over here. Ah! My enhanced sense of sll is now a curse! It looks so delicious, I want to eat it…! I want to inhale all the smoke drifting over here…!
Right… you’re right, Extra-sama! Who exactly are those guys?
Ragged clothes and so sort of makeshift leather armor… is that what it’s called? They’re all wearing sothing like that, and they all have bad faces. They’re dirtier than the drunken trash n from that trash village. Not that a vagrant like should talk. They’re carrying nacing large axes. If they were to swing those thick arms at , I surely wouldn’t stand a chance.
…Could those people be what you call “adventurers”? I wonder if they would share so at if I asked them (wishful thinking)?
…Right! But why would thieves suddenly show up here…?
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“Ah! Damn it all!!”
The largest man among the three, with a bushy beard, gzam, the head of the thieves, gulps down his drink and smashes his cup onto the ground.
“Seriously! What’s with that red-haired bratty kid!?”
The man with a long face, gzam’s underling number one, Ander, rubs his hands together, eagerly echoing gzam.
“Right?! We never heard about any monster-strong kid being in that village!”
The man with a square face, gzam’s underling number two, Tappa, tries to join in on the conversation.
“Ah!?”
However, that touched gzam’s raw nerve. gzam punches Tappa right in the face, yelling.
“Tappa, you bastard! Are you saying my preparation was lacking, huh!? Ah!!?”
Among the three in this band of thieves, none are particularly bright, but gzam is the smartest. Thus, he plans and leads their looting raids. The recent job… planning the raid on Fenoben Village to steal crops, valuables, and the like, was also gzam’s idea.
“You guys! You’re so stupid, hopelessly stupid, and weak, yet all you do is complain, huh!? Ah!!? Want to die!? You asking to be killed!!?”
“No, I an… sorry! Boss, I’m sorry! Plea… please forgive !!”
gzam relentlessly stomps on Tappa, who was knocked to the ground, inflicting pain. Tappa has no choice but to apologize while bleeding from the nose.
“…Tch. Hey Ander! Don’t just stand there, co over here…”
“Yes, yes…”
Unable to calm his irritation, gzam also punches the approaching Ander in the face. It’s terrible tyranny.
“Ah…”
Ander groans in agony. Unlike Tappa, he’s a more capable man, so he manages to deflect so of the impact to reduce the damage, but it still hurts.
“Hey, Ander, Tappa, what are we?”
“We are ‘The Mad Dogs of Yabonove’! The gzam Thieves Band!!”
The two underlings shout in unison.
“That’s right!! And these ‘Mad Dogs’ got beaten up by such a brat and ran away!! How pathetic is that!?”
“Yes! Pathetic!!!”
“What did you say!?”
“GYAAA!!!”
gzam once again unleashes unreasonable violence on his two underlings. In their world, might is everything. Since gzam is the strongest among them, he is allowed to do whatever he wants.
He has always been allowed.
gzam was strong. He also had the wisdom, or rather, the nose, to not pick fights with those stronger than himself, distinguishing the strong from the weak.
At least, the two underlings had never seen gzam lose a fight. That’s why they followed him all the way here, across several mountains, from the distant “thieves’ nation of Yabonove.”
But gzam lost.
They were supposed to kill villagers randomly and loot. They planned to take a girl with blue hair hostage and force the villagers to bring them valuables. However, that proved to be a mistake.
“…Don’t, harm Caro!!”
Suddenly, a boy with red hair appeared, shouting as he kicked gzam to save the girl!
gzam was so shocked that he was blown about three ters away. Enraged, he, along with his two underlings, attacked the boy with red hair.
…The result was a complete defeat.
The boy with red hair faced off against gzam and his n, who were ard with large axes, with just a wooden sword. Just a wooden sword!! Yet, gzam and his n couldn’t beat him. They couldn’t land even a single blow on the boy. In fact, the boy was clearly holding back. In a perfectly healthy state, gzam and his n were driven out of the village.
They hid near the village in the forest and, conveniently finding soone’s campsite, they took it over to rest.
(This is not good.)
That’s what gzam thought.
gzam was a violent man who could only interact with others through violence. Violence was the lubricant for his human relationships and a ans to dominate his two underlings. Even these idiots had their uses.
He couldn’t afford to let them be disillusioned with his weakness and run away.
gzam was anxious.
Therefore, the action gzam took to keep the two tied to his band of thieves was the unreasonable violence towards them. He had to reassert his strength to them. He had to show his dignity as their leader. This was the violent communication that gzam had cultivated throughout his life as a thief.
“…Anyway,”
After unleashing violence and calming down a bit, gzam spoke to the two underlings trembling on the ground.
“We can’t just let that brat get away with it. Right?”
“Yes… yes…!”
“We won’t forgive that kid. We can’t end this being looked down upon. It’s revenge. We’ll kill all the villagers. We’ll mutilate that kid, and in front of him, we’ll rape the girl with the blue hair.”
“Yes!!!”
gzam and his n had decided on their diabolical course of action.
…That’s when it happened!!
“MYOGO!! MYOGOMYOGOMYOGO!! SHUGOOOOOOO!!!”
A large number of Myogomyogoshugos started screaming all at once from the bushes behind gzam and his lackeys.
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