The Swordsman Called the Countless Swords Sorcerer Chapter 34
A little different format today đ
Today, ăItăis flying in the skies leisurely as well.
The blue skies that stretched to the horizons were ăItsă entire garden.
Looking down is the grasslands that stretched in green. And the things that move on the ground without wings. How laughable and miserable way of life, even though the sky is so wide.
Thereâre no one who can restrain itself. No one around to annoy itself. As long as it minded its own business flapping the wings that it was born with, thereâs no need to be scared of the small creatures, as it made its way under the shadow of the trees to rest.
While screeching occasionally at the things who appeared occasionally, they would run away scattered, and if there were some foolish enough to disturb itself even after that, then it would just have to call the wind.
The wide sky, only itself is the king.
But such king of the skies is not exempted from hunger either. Its place of slumber, a certain mountain is unfortunately lack of preys for itself.
No, lacking is a little incorrect. The mountains are blessed with the natureâs grace.
The trees that receive that blessing would form fruits, small animals would eat fruits and increase in population, bigger animals would consume the small animals and turn them into its meat, then at last, even the bigger animals would be turned into food for the strong beings.
And that strong being is exactly itself. No matter small or big beasts, they should all devote themselves as its food.
But, thereâre strong beings in the mountain beside itself too. Because the preys were abundant, there are many strong beings. That is exactly the world of the mountains.
In no way there are a lack of preys, but even so, the strong beings would plunder from each other. Even though thereâre no one who can stand in his place in the skies, itâs not easy to win against the other strong beings in the mountains.
Its own prided claws and beak wouldnât even scratch theăHard Oneă, taking the breath from theăMetal Spitting Oneă would probably tear its prided wings. The ăSwift Oneă have movements faster and sharper than the winds, and the ăUnknown Oneă had a gaze of terrifying heat.
To compete with the other strong beings in that mountain and win over preys, even for the king of the skies, itâs not easily accomplishable.
But, now is different. While flying to the eastern skies coincidentally while chasing its prey, it realized the scenery below was different than what it had saw before.
There are preys on the grasslands too. But with the amount and size of the preys in the past, the grasslands didnât have enough allure to attract it to come out this far especially.
But what now, it thought. Didnât the amount of preys increased by quite a lot since the last time it saw.
Although it still wasnât satisfied with their sizes, that can be compensated with the quantity. Above all, there werenât any other strong beings on the grasslands. There wasnât a need to fight for the preys while hunting.
Thereâre many others too who hold wings in that mountain. But many of those can only fly low. Only its own kin can fly out of the mountain to come this far to the grasslands. But the other kin have not realized that preys are filling the grasslands.
The moment ăItă realized that every prey below itself was its own, it trembled in joy. Itâs a little tiring to fly all the way from the mountain but, thinking about the quantity of prey, it was worth the effort.
What shall it savor today. ăItă is looking forward to choose its prey. Riding on the wind to the east, it looked around the grasslands below.
ăItsăeyes, caught the figure of countless preys moving around. For some reason, there were many preys grouped up today. And most of the groups were the two feet beasts that get lost in the mountain sometimes. Looking around there was about ten groups.
Thereâs a little annoyance eating the two-legged beasts but, itâs good that they are grouped up. Besides that, there are many of the two-legged beasts that would still come at it even when their pack friends are dead.
Different than the other beasts which would run when one or two of their own is taken out, ăItă can hunt for many of them at once. There would be some with hard shells occasionally, but it was not a huge problem for its prided claws and beak. The problem is that it is difficult to eat.
The two-legged beasts are strange, there are some of them who are terrifyingly strong, so it had to be careful. But, if the worst comes, it can just fly to the skies.
Itâs because the wingless two-legged beasts couldnât fly. Occasionally, the two-legged beasts would throw up needles to the sky, but it would be fine if itâs high enough that the needle doesnât reach.
While ăItă circled around the surrounding, it decided to hunt the pack with the most. Individually, the two-legged beasts are small but, with that much of them, it can have a filling meal.
On top of that, it also saw several four-legged beasts around. Seeing the countless preys that would satisfy its hunger, ăItsă instinct was filled with joy.
Without even realizing that it was being showered by the gazes of the two-legged beasts, it ignored the smaller packs, and dived straight down to the largest pack.