Chapter 780
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Chapter 780
To Anton, the trouble with the lions ultimately just meant killing a few beasts. Or people, considering their sapience, but in a way that made it easier to justify killing them since they made a real choice. To the growing alliance, however, it was a war in which they would be risking their lives and perhaps the very existence of their burrows, herd, and flocks.
There was no way Anton was just going to solve things for them but he wasnt going to leave them high and dry either. He was already teaching them everything he could, and he hoped that the difference between proper cultivation and undirected growth would be sufficient.
For the meerkats, he taught the basics of the One Hundred Stars combined with Aipras communal cultivation. Three Squeaks was learning fire, while some of the others had learned light techniques- light flashing in peoples eyes.
The warthogs got a version of the Hardened Crown Sects cultivation method and combat techniques. Given their shape, they were even more suited for a direct charge both offensively and defensively.
The eagles were learning a few things from the Soaring Air Sect. Since they had natural wings, they could skip many things which were building up to flight. There were techniques to maneuver in flight, and of course general energy control was useful. Echoing Cry had gotten more serious about learning archery, but it was unfortunately too late to begin real training in that regard or to make a relevant bow modification.
As for Contented Grunt, Anton was teaching her some beginning water element methods. He was aware of more than a few hippo based sects in Ambati, but neither Crunching Hippo River nor the Desert Hippo Sects techniques were necessarily useful for one who was already a hippo. Contented Grunt was actually one of the few that Anton might suggest use a focused body tempering technique. It didnt matter if a meerkat improved their physical strength by ten or a hundred times, but a proper hippo simply doubling in power or strengthening their skin would be sufficient. For the moment, however, he could only introduce her to the very beginnings of cultivation. Nothing that would lock her into a path, especially not with just a few weeks of training.
They couldnt afford to spend too long preparing to deal with the lions, or they might return to cause further trouble. As it was, the meerkats and warthogs were more restricted in their foraging grounds. Contented Grunt was smart enough to not go too far on her own, either.
The eagles were mostly safe, especially since they hadnt been seen as hostile, but they were still concerned about the lions finding them or their eggs edible. Their nests were meant to be difficult to reach, but it was not impossible for a lion to climb the cliffs they inhabited.
I do not see what the point of this is, Contented Grunt said as she trundled along, dragging a plough behind her. I turn over some dirt and tire myself?
Thats how training works, Three Squeaks explained. You get tired, you eat food, you grow more strong. Here, you can at the same time plant melons. They will be biiiig food! Three Squeaks held his arms out wide to demonstrate.
Really? Contented Grunt said. A proper mouthful, even. But not a tree? Trees dont taste good. Or feel good. Contented Grunt, as a hippo with some amount of natural energy, had the capability to eat almost anything she wanted to. She could probably even eat rocks. But that did not necessarily make anything nutritious or worthwhile.
Three Squeaks shook his head. Not a tree. A melon. Its a big ground fruit instead of a tree fruit. Because if it grew in a tree it would be too heavy.
How long will it take? Contented Grunt asked.
Meep was the one who answered that. Slowly. One hundred sunsets.
That is too long, the hippo huffed as she rested next to the field she had just finished plowing. It is not worth the effort.
Patience is worth it. Food very tasty. Meep handed her a couple armfuls of mushrooms he had raised underground. Make strong two ways Despite his body tempering and cultivation improving his body, the old meerkat still moved and spoke slowly. Perhaps it was too late for him to recover his full capabilities. Or maybe it would take more time- he wasnt even at the second prime tempering, the fifth star.
Anton thought that felt a bit slow, except for the fact that nobody had even the slightest basis for proper cultivation either in terms of culture or prior generations refining techniques. And though he was doing his best, ultimately humans were different enough that he couldnt perfect anything, especially considering he couldnt actually experience the results personally.
A loud chorus of squeals and grunts came from the warthogs, and Anton saw Forceful Snort celebrating at a boulder he had cracked in half. It wasnt a clean split, but as the thing was bigger than him Anton found it impressive enough still.
A wolf pup with a comically oversized head waddled into the room, sniffing around.
Take up this sword, Spikes demonstrated- though the hilt rested between two of her teeth instead of dangling out the other side of her mouth like it would for her smaller sized child.
Big Jaws waddled over and looked at his reflection in the sword. He licked it, fortunately not slicing his tongue. Then he walked away.
Before Spikes could comment on the situation, a little runt with patches of silver fur ran between her mothers legs, grabbing the sword in her mouth- in the middle. She almost toppled over at the weight of the weapon, and barely made it another step before Spikes teeth closed around her, locking the cub in place with Spikes head turned to the side.
Drahp iht, the large wolf commanded with her mouth full.
The wolf cub complied reluctantly- the perfect silver sheen of the sword suddenly marred by a slight trail of crimson.
Youre not supposed to be out here, Agom.
With a little bark and whine, the pup replied. Inside boring! Chikere took note that there were only underdeveloped fangs inside her mouth.
Inside is safe.
Safe boring! Agom barked.
Agom her mother growled.
Excuse me Chikere said. But this one seems willing to hold the sword, at least. If you could get her to do it somewhat properly I could stop bothering you.
Spikes sighed. Fine. Agom. You are allowed to grab the sword. But! her paw blocked her daughter who was lunging for it. Only by the hilt, where it isnt sharp.
Not sharp boring! Agom said. But she wasnt going to give up her chance to grab the new toy.
She fumbled around, first trying to fit the hilt into her mouth lengthwise. Ultimately she grabbed it from the side, lifting that end up with the tip on the other end resting on the ground.
There. Happy now? Spikes asked.
Chikere nodded. I am quite pleased. She saw something good. Unfortunately, it wasnt enough. Which was really disappointing, because she kind of just wanted to be fixed. Why was it so difficult? You should probably catch her, Chikere suggested.
Spikes head whipped around. Then she began sniffing. Agom! Get back here!
Things holding swords might still be good. Chikere didnt hate it, at least, which was a huge step up. But even if she liked swords again, her body was still a problem. And she didnt know what to do to make it better, because she didnt think she could and Uzun wouldnt do it for whatever reason. Still, at least she had things she could attempt. It was good to have something to do besides sitting around.
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Chapter 780
To Anton, the trouble with the lions ultimately just meant killing a few beasts. Or people, considering their sapience, but in a way that made it easier to justify killing them since they made a real choice. To the growing alliance, however, it was a war in which they would be risking their lives and perhaps the very existence of their burrows, herd, and flocks.
There was no way Anton was just going to solve things for them but he wasnt going to leave them high and dry either. He was already teaching them everything he could, and he hoped that the difference between proper cultivation and undirected growth would be sufficient.
For the meerkats, he taught the basics of the One Hundred Stars combined with Aipras communal cultivation. Three Squeaks was learning fire, while some of the others had learned light techniques- light flashing in peoples eyes.
The warthogs got a version of the Hardened Crown Sects cultivation method and combat techniques. Given their shape, they were even more suited for a direct charge both offensively and defensively.
The eagles were learning a few things from the Soaring Air Sect. Since they had natural wings, they could skip many things which were building up to flight. There were techniques to maneuver in flight, and of course general energy control was useful. Echoing Cry had gotten more serious about learning archery, but it was unfortunately too late to begin real training in that regard or to make a relevant bow modification.
As for Contented Grunt, Anton was teaching her some beginning water element methods. He was aware of more than a few hippo based sects in Ambati, but neither Crunching Hippo River nor the Desert Hippo Sects techniques were necessarily useful for one who was already a hippo. Contented Grunt was actually one of the few that Anton might suggest use a focused body tempering technique. It didnt matter if a meerkat improved their physical strength by ten or a hundred times, but a proper hippo simply doubling in power or strengthening their skin would be sufficient. For the moment, however, he could only introduce her to the very beginnings of cultivation. Nothing that would lock her into a path, especially not with just a few weeks of training.
They couldnt afford to spend too long preparing to deal with the lions, or they might return to cause further trouble. As it was, the meerkats and warthogs were more restricted in their foraging grounds. Contented Grunt was smart enough to not go too far on her own, either.
The eagles were mostly safe, especially since they hadnt been seen as hostile, but they were still concerned about the lions finding them or their eggs edible. Their nests were meant to be difficult to reach, but it was not impossible for a lion to climb the cliffs they inhabited.
I do not see what the point of this is, Contented Grunt said as she trundled along, dragging a plough behind her. I turn over some dirt and tire myself?
Thats how training works, Three Squeaks explained. You get tired, you eat food, you grow more strong. Here, you can at the same time plant melons. They will be biiiig food! Three Squeaks held his arms out wide to demonstrate.
Really? Contented Grunt said. A proper mouthful, even. But not a tree? Trees dont taste good. Or feel good. Contented Grunt, as a hippo with some amount of natural energy, had the capability to eat almost anything she wanted to. She could probably even eat rocks. But that did not necessarily make anything nutritious or worthwhile.
Three Squeaks shook his head. Not a tree. A melon. Its a big ground fruit instead of a tree fruit. Because if it grew in a tree it would be too heavy.
How long will it take? Contented Grunt asked.
Meep was the one who answered that. Slowly. One hundred sunsets.
That is too long, the hippo huffed as she rested next to the field she had just finished plowing. It is not worth the effort.
Patience is worth it. Food very tasty. Meep handed her a couple armfuls of mushrooms he had raised underground. Make strong two ways Despite his body tempering and cultivation improving his body, the old meerkat still moved and spoke slowly. Perhaps it was too late for him to recover his full capabilities. Or maybe it would take more time- he wasnt even at the second prime tempering, the fifth star.
Anton thought that felt a bit slow, except for the fact that nobody had even the slightest basis for proper cultivation either in terms of culture or prior generations refining techniques. And though he was doing his best, ultimately humans were different enough that he couldnt perfect anything, especially considering he couldnt actually experience the results personally.
A loud chorus of squeals and grunts came from the warthogs, and Anton saw Forceful Snort celebrating at a boulder he had cracked in half. It wasnt a clean split, but as the thing was bigger than him Anton found it impressive enough still.
A wolf pup with a comically oversized head waddled into the room, sniffing around.
Take up this sword, Spikes demonstrated- though the hilt rested between two of her teeth instead of dangling out the other side of her mouth like it would for her smaller sized child.
Big Jaws waddled over and looked at his reflection in the sword. He licked it, fortunately not slicing his tongue. Then he walked away.
Before Spikes could comment on the situation, a little runt with patches of silver fur ran between her mothers legs, grabbing the sword in her mouth- in the middle. She almost toppled over at the weight of the weapon, and barely made it another step before Spikes teeth closed around her, locking the cub in place with Spikes head turned to the side.
Drahp iht, the large wolf commanded with her mouth full.
The wolf cub complied reluctantly- the perfect silver sheen of the sword suddenly marred by a slight trail of crimson.
Youre not supposed to be out here, Agom.
With a little bark and whine, the pup replied. Inside boring! Chikere took note that there were only underdeveloped fangs inside her mouth.
Inside is safe.
Safe boring! Agom barked.
Agom her mother growled.
Excuse me Chikere said. But this one seems willing to hold the sword, at least. If you could get her to do it somewhat properly I could stop bothering you.
Spikes sighed. Fine. Agom. You are allowed to grab the sword. But! her paw blocked her daughter who was lunging for it. Only by the hilt, where it isnt sharp.
Not sharp boring! Agom said. But she wasnt going to give up her chance to grab the new toy.
She fumbled around, first trying to fit the hilt into her mouth lengthwise. Ultimately she grabbed it from the side, lifting that end up with the tip on the other end resting on the ground.
There. Happy now? Spikes asked.
Chikere nodded. I am quite pleased. She saw something good. Unfortunately, it wasnt enough. Which was really disappointing, because she kind of just wanted to be fixed. Why was it so difficult? You should probably catch her, Chikere suggested.
Spikes head whipped around. Then she began sniffing. Agom! Get back here!
Things holding swords might still be good. Chikere didnt hate it, at least, which was a huge step up. But even if she liked swords again, her body was still a problem. And she didnt know what to do to make it better, because she didnt think she could and Uzun wouldnt do it for whatever reason. Still, at least she had things she could attempt. It was good to have something to do besides sitting around.
Chapter 780To Anton, the trouble with the lions ultimately just meant killing a few beasts. Or people, considering their sapience, but in a way that made it easier to justify killing them since they made a real choice. To the growing alliance, however, it was a war in which they would be risking their lives and perhaps the very existence of their burrows, herd, and flocks. There was no way Anton was just going to solve things for them but he wasnt going to leave them high and dry either. He was already teaching them everything he could, and he hoped that the difference between proper cultivation and undirected growth would be sufficient. For the meerkats, he taught the basics of the One Hundred Stars combined with Aipras communal cultivation. Three Squeaks was learning fire, while some of the others had learned light techniques- light flashing in peoples eyes.The warthogs got a version of the Hardened Crown Sects cultivation method and combat techniques. Given their shape, they were even more suited for a direct charge both offensively and defensively.The eagles were learning a few things from the Soaring Air Sect. Since they had natural wings, they could skip many things which were building up to flight. There were techniques to maneuver in flight, and of course general energy control was useful. Echoing Cry had gotten more serious about learning archery, but it was unfortunately too late to begin real training in that regard or to make a relevant bow modification. As for Contented Grunt, Anton was teaching her some beginning water element methods. He was aware of more than a few hippo based sects in Ambati, but neither Crunching Hippo River nor the Desert Hippo Sects techniques were necessarily useful for one who was already a hippo. Contented Grunt was actually one of the few that Anton might suggest use a focused body tempering technique. It didnt matter if a meerkat improved their physical strength by ten or a hundred times, but a proper hippo simply doubling in power or strengthening their skin would be sufficient. For the moment, however, he could only introduce her to the very beginnings of cultivation. Nothing that would lock her into a path, especially not with just a few weeks of training.They couldnt afford to spend too long preparing to deal with the lions, or they might return to cause further trouble. As it was, the meerkats and warthogs were more restricted in their foraging grounds. Contented Grunt was smart enough to not go too far on her own, either.The eagles were mostly safe, especially since they hadnt been seen as hostile, but they were still concerned about the lions finding them or their eggs edible. Their nests were meant to be difficult to reach, but it was not impossible for a lion to climb the cliffs they inhabited.I do not see what the point of this is, Contented Grunt said as she trundled along, dragging a plough behind her. I turn over some dirt and tire myself?Thats how training works, Three Squeaks explained. You get tired, you eat food, you grow more strong. Here, you can at the same time plant melons. They will be biiiig food! Three Squeaks held his arms out wide to demonstrate.Really? Contented Grunt said. A proper mouthful, even. But not a tree? Trees dont taste good. Or feel good. Contented Grunt, as a hippo with some amount of natural energy, had the capability to eat almost anything she wanted to. She could probably even eat rocks. But that did not necessarily make anything nutritious or worthwhile.Three Squeaks shook his head. Not a tree. A melon. Its a big ground fruit instead of a tree fruit. Because if it grew in a tree it would be too heavy.How long will it take? Contented Grunt asked.Meep was the one who answered that. Slowly. One hundred sunsets.That is too long, the hippo huffed as she rested next to the field she had just finished plowing. It is not worth the effort.Patience is worth it. Food very tasty. Meep handed her a couple armfuls of mushrooms he had raised underground. Make strong two ways Despite his body tempering and cultivation improving his body, the old meerkat still moved and spoke slowly. Perhaps it was too late for him to recover his full capabilities. Or maybe it would take more time- he wasnt even at the second prime tempering, the fifth star. Anton thought that felt a bit slow, except for the fact that nobody had even the slightest basis for proper cultivation either in terms of culture or prior generations refining techniques. And though he was doing his best, ultimately humans were different enough that he couldnt perfect anything, especially considering he couldnt actually experience the results personally.A loud chorus of squeals and grunts came from the warthogs, and Anton saw Forceful Snort celebrating at a boulder he had cracked in half. It wasnt a clean split, but as the thing was bigger than him Anton found it impressive enough still. A wolf pup with a comically oversized head waddled into the room, sniffing around. Take up this sword, Spikes demonstrated- though the hilt rested between two of her teeth instead of dangling out the other side of her mouth like it would for her smaller sized child. Big Jaws waddled over and looked at his reflection in the sword. He licked it, fortunately not slicing his tongue. Then he walked away.Before Spikes could comment on the situation, a little runt with patches of silver fur ran between her mothers legs, grabbing the sword in her mouth- in the middle. She almost toppled over at the weight of the weapon, and barely made it another step before Spikes teeth closed around her, locking the cub in place with Spikes head turned to the side.Drahp iht, the large wolf commanded with her mouth full. The wolf cub complied reluctantly- the perfect silver sheen of the sword suddenly marred by a slight trail of crimson. Youre not supposed to be out here, Agom.With a little bark and whine, the pup replied. Inside boring! Chikere took note that there were only underdeveloped fangs inside her mouth.Inside is safe.Safe boring! Agom barked.Agom her mother growled.Excuse me Chikere said. But this one seems willing to hold the sword, at least. If you could get her to do it somewhat properly I could stop bothering you.Spikes sighed. Fine. Agom. You are allowed to grab the sword. But! her paw blocked her daughter who was lunging for it. Only by the hilt, where it isnt sharp.Not sharp boring! Agom said. But she wasnt going to give up her chance to grab the new toy.She fumbled around, first trying to fit the hilt into her mouth lengthwise. Ultimately she grabbed it from the side, lifting that end up with the tip on the other end resting on the ground.There. Happy now? Spikes asked.Chikere nodded. I am quite pleased. She saw something good. Unfortunately, it wasnt enough. Which was really disappointing, because she kind of just wanted to be fixed. Why was it so difficult? You should probably catch her, Chikere suggested.Spikes head whipped around. Then she began sniffing. Agom! Get back here!Things holding swords might still be good. Chikere didnt hate it, at least, which was a huge step up. But even if she liked swords again, her body was still a problem. And she didnt know what to do to make it better, because she didnt think she could and Uzun wouldnt do it for whatever reason. Still, at least she had things she could attempt. It was good to have something to do besides sitting around.
