Grouse Thicket A BOY IS A GUN

where is your guardian, boy? the dragon glanced over the stranger with, as one would call it, tense disbelief. nobody guards me, he muttered through a stifled grunt. that question was borderline insulting. orochi was the most strongest, most brilliant child in these wilds as far as he was concerned, tasked with an important duty. speaking of which, it was something he must fulfill.

i am the guard. uttering those words boosted his ego. and that pride crushed whatever uncertainty he felt about this. and this, he gestured towards the orchard that surround them.  this is my turf. pride makes you blind. so tell me what you’re up too.