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Kohath's eyes widened, and he dodged to the side to narrowly avoid the poisonous sludge. So he actually expects me to fight beasts on my own, Kohath thought. I am not doing that. But fighting him does not seem any better. I have to make sure that he will not get that opportunity. "This is your...

Kohath glared back. The bird was starting to annoy him. "What would you have me do? Fistfight beasts wielding powers of fire and earth? I owe you no debt, and... I am starting to doubt if anyone here does." He raised his voice and glanced around at the others. "Are you going to let this bird...

As the bird commanded his followers to attack, Kohath stood there with arms crossed, not moving. While he might have technically been able to help by circling the battlefield and attacking the humans on the other side, that would still likely get him targeted by mon as they rushed to defend...

Kohath raised a brow. Well, now he'd directly been asked. And the bird had clearly alluded to his physique, not any beasts he might have had with him in some of those strange spherical containers. He wanted him to fight with his fists. That was clearly foolish, but he did want to know what this...

Kohath's brows raised in surprise as the old man climbed on the stage and gave his accusation. There were two sides to the story now. It reminded Kohath of the many arguments he'd had to settle during his time as tribe chief. Well, which one was telling the truth? The bird or the old man? Had...

As the bird and the ape from the play showed up in the flesh, Kohath raised his brow. This was an unexpected development. They'd come back from the dead? That shouldn't be possible. Not unless they had come back as ghosts who had now taken on their old appearances, and at that point, who's to...

His conversation with the old woman over, Kohath made his way to the crowd of the play that had been spoken of before. He sat down on an empty seat, his view of the stage clear thanks to his height. Kohath stroked his beard. The play seemed to depict the fable central to this festival. He...

Kohath wanted to ask more about this 'camera', but the woman was already leaving. "I am Kohath," Kohath introduced himself, bringing a fist to his chest, "king of the Helixians. Fare well, Satomi Kurusu. Enjoy the festival."

"I have heard that there are houndoom in cooler, more humid places that are fiery rather than of the earth," Kohath said, scratching his chin. "Perhaps that is the same kind." He listened to the woman's explanation. "I see," he said. "Those mon are not native to my region. It is interesting to...

"I see." Kohath, of course, had additional questions. What was this fuel made out of? What was an 'engine'? How did the energy of burning turn into the motion of the wheels? Was it similar to that contraption Helix had built, the one where water was boiled to become steam and it would push the...

As Kohath looked around, it was immediately clear he was in another time and culture. He did, however, know enough that he could recognize the place as some kind of festival. Then the old man spoke, confirming his suspicions. He supposed that whatever was translating the others' speech to him...