It simply couldnât be real. It had to be a nightmare.
ăT-Tarkas? Rawrs? Tordo? T-The hell are you guys doing?ă
My three companions had collapsed right in front of me. They were missing all four of their limbs and bleeding themselves out as they cried in pain and despair.
ăYou bitch! The hellâd y-you do to them!?ă
ăâŠă
ăYou be hella open! Die asshole! Oraahhhh!ă
ăNnă
ăShit! The hell!? Thatâs impossible! Let go damn it!ă
Thatâs fuckinâ just not right! The brat just stopped my club with her bare hands!? How the hell!? Thereâs just no way! My strength matches the average D rankers, but I canât budge even the slightest bit no matter how hard I try.
ăW-What kind of cowardly trick are you tryinâ to pull!? Thereâs no way someone as great as me could lose to the likes of a god damned black catkin!ă
ăFmph.ă
ăGah!?ă
I couldnât tell what happened, but both my arms and legs started to burn with a sudden intense pain. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!
It hurt so bad that I couldnât help but scream.
And then, I realized it. Iâd fallen in much the same way as all my companions.
Just how did this happen? We were drinking and making merry just 10 minutes agoâŠ
***
ăHey, you see that?ă
ăWhat?ă
ăThat, over there.ă
ăHer? Why the hellâs a brat like that in a place like this?ă
Tarkas made a gesture with his chin and pointed in a bratâs direction. She was eating all by âerself, and you could tell at a glance that she was at too young an age to even drink booze.
This bar be a place where adventurers gather. Brats like her are supposed to get their asses turned away at the entrance.
ăGuhehehe, why donât we make like adults and give âer a bit of a warning?ă
ăHeh heh heh. Adult my ass, youâre getting all giddy about having the chance to make a brat bawl her eyes out.ă
Rawrsâ had a huge smile plastered across his face. Looked like Tordo was spot on. He was probably planning to give the kid a âlessonâ and then ask for some âtuition.â
He started walking towards the girl, his steps unsteady with drunkeness.
ăHey brat, this ainât the type of place you should be hanginâ aroundă
ăHeâs right ya know? Sâonly a place for adventurers, not somewhere brats like you should be hanging around.ă
ăâŠă
ăOi! Say something goddammit!ă
ăRespond already ya damned brat.ă
ăâŠă
ăWhat? So scared that a catâs got yer tongue?ă
ăThatâs why you shouldnât be coming to places like this in the first place. Now scram! Wonât hit you too hard if you do.ă
ăKehihihi, think of this as a lesson kid. Not all adults are as nice as us, yâknow?ă
ăBut it goes without saying that weâll still be charging you just a bit of tuition. But donât worry, weâre not all that bad. You can keep your clothes, but thatâs it. Hand over everything else you got.ă
ăGyahahahahah! Man, weâre so nice.ă
ăâŠă
ăTsk. She ainât saying a word is she.ă
ăHey Tarkas, ainât she one of them black catkin?ă
Oh man, I was so damned drunk I ainât even noticed the black tail and ears sheâs got. No doubt âbout it, she be a black catkin.
ăGeheheheh, you know what? Youâre just a measly black catkin, so forget everything I just said. Give us everything you have, including everything youâre wearing.ă
ăYeah, yeah, do what he says bitch. Youâs just a lowly black, youâre nothing to us blues. Only reason you exist is so that we can prey on you. Black Catkin? More like wimp catkin.ă
Man, weâre lucky. Itâs like we happened across a wallet. It goes without saying that the blackies will always be inferior to us blues, and that to us, theyâre nothing but prey.
ăAnnoying. Shut up.ă
ăHaaahh? What did you just say?ă
ăShut up. Close mouth and disappear.ă
Did this fucking wimp catkin just talk back to me? A Blue Catkin? The nerves of this bitch. Sheâs going to fucking pay for this!
ăY-You fucking brat! How dare a black cat like you defy us!?ă
ăGet on all fours and beg for your fucking life! Iâll only leave you half dead if you do! You ainât fucking getting away with standing against us, you fucking wimp catkin!ă
ăâŠMmph.ă
Kukuku, would you look at that. We intimidated her so badly that she canât even speak no more. Sheâs fucking shaking in her boots, serves her right! Stupid bitch shouldnâtâve âpposed us from the start! Bitch! Thatâs what you get for trying to be more than just a slave or wallet! Still though, Iâm not going to be forgiving that bitch, not at all. Itâs her own fault for disobeying us blue catkin!
Or so I thought, but we were never even given so much as a chance to draw our weapons.
ăBlue trash cats. Live rest of lives in regret.ă
And then it happened, just moments after the wimp catkin spoke.
First was Rawrs. Then Tordo, Tarkas, and finally, me.
ăUgaaahhhh!ă
She grabbed the club I swung with the intent to kill and severed all four of my limbs.
ăArrghghhhhhhh!ă
Damn it, whatâs that noise? Oh, right, itâs come from my very own mouth.
How the hell did it come to this? All we did was mess with a black catkin brat.
The brat stood in front of me, her eyes filled not with the hatred or bloodlust Iâd been expecting, but instead with disgust. She looked at me like she was looking at a filthy roach, or mere trash by the side of the road.
ăYou said wimp catkin twice.ă
The brat swung her blade without even the slightest bit of hesitation.
ăGyahhhhh!ă
This damned brat cut off my tail!! Argghhhh!!
Why did this have to happen!?
Rescued White Dogkin Manâs POV
I continued to gaze at the scene before me, unable to utter even the slightest sound.
It simply seemed unreal. I couldnât believe it to be something based in reality.
I felt that even the act of recognizing it would lead to it distorting my common sense.
But I simply had to. The sounds that assaulted my eardrums and vibrations that resounded through my body informed me that it was all too real.
ăHaaaah!ă
ăGugyaaaaooooohhh!ă
The young girlâs blade split the last remaining high ogre in half.
ăAre⊠you seriousâŠ?ă
I unconsciously let out an amazed groan. How was a girl so young completely decimating a whole hoard of D ranked magic beasts in what almost appeared to be a single strike each? I couldnât help but feel that the phrase âOne Hit One Killâ existed for the sole purpose of describing what Iâd just bore witness to.
High Ogres were by no means weak. In fact, they were incredibly powerful. They were capable of smashing through a full suit of armour in a single hit. They regenerated ridiculously rapidly, and their skin was so hard that the average blade would find itself simply unable to pierce it.
I knew for a fact that they were strong, especially seeing as how theyâd almost killed me just a few minutes back. In fact, Iâd already long steeled myself for death, as my sword was unable to inflict them with any wounds whatsoever.
But then she showed up.
When she did, my heart fluttered from despair to hope, and back to despair. Iâd realized that the person that came to help me was a mere little girl, a black catkin one at that.
Just think about it, one little girl against a swarm of High Ogres, this dungeonâs most powerful foe. A group of five high ogres was considered a C ranked threat. There was just no way a single girl could win against them. In fact, she was probably going to get totally demolished. I didnât think sheâd even be able to buy me enough time to escape.
But she did.
She killed all 5 High Ogres in just 3 minutes. It took her less time to wipe them out than it wouldâve taken me to kill the same number of goblins.
ăA black catkin kidâŠă
I remember hearing a rumour about her as of late.
They said that she was a D ranked adventurer that showed up in Ulmutt rather recently. That in itself was normal, Ulmutt was where all Kranzelâs intermediate-ranked adventurers gathered.
But that was the only normal part about her.
The first abnormal thing about her was that she was extremely young. She was also a member of the weakest beastkin tribe, the black cat tribe, and made it so that everyone that messed with her lost the ability to remain as an adventurer. That wasnât it either. She was also diving solo as opposed to with a party, and coming out with incredible achievements regardless.
The rumours were totally absurd. Iâd assumed that sheâd spread them amongst the drunks herself in order to promote her name.
Besides, there was no way for Black Catkin to be anywhere even remotely close to strong in the first place. As a beastkin myself, I thought that to be common sense.
Beastkin were creatures that more or less valued strength over all else. Those that behaved poorly would be forgiven and their actions excused so long as they were strong. In other words, we were the type of creatures that would always lay blame on the weak. Such a trend was deeply rooted in our culture. Black Catkin were thought of as the weakest type of beastkin, and as a result, the ever so douchey Blue Catkin would often sell them into slavery. The fact that they were the lowest in the beastkin hierarchy was exactly that, a fact.
Thatâs why I simply couldnât believe that a young, female black catkin could be that much stronger than me. Many other adventurers felt the same. That was why conversations about her were often centered on her tribe rather than her strength or appearance.
ăI guess she must be The Black Cat that everyoneâs been talking about.ă
It looked like the rumours had been based in truth.
The girl that many had started referring to as The Black Cat didnât bother turning around to face me. It seemed that her saving me had just happened to be a little bit of an extra bonus, and that sheâd only been after the High Ogres to begin with.
I myself was also a D ranked adventurer, but seeing her in action had ripped my pride to shreds.
But still, I considered myself lucky. My pride was worth much less to me than my life.
I managed to stay free of injuries and live to see another day. And on top of that, I even managed to learn that The Black Catâs strength was genuine. Iâm glad I learned that here and now rather than at a bar or tavern somewhere. I surely wouldâve messed with her had I not known that she was this powerful.
ăI better make sure I tell everyone else about this. Theyâre all just as dumb as I am, so theyâll probably try messing with her if I donât.ă