It was the fourteenth day since his arrival in 『Izumo』.
Last night, he had feasted on the roasted thigh of a Ko-inoshishi. The remaining cuts he had flash-frozen with his magic and placed into storage.
Waking the next day, Kenji calmly replayed the battle in his mind, and a cold sweat broke out on his skin.
True to its name, the Ko-inoshishi was the weakest of its kind. It was a cut above Slimes and Ko-usagi, of course, but its brutal charge
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