After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

While listening to the loud festivities in the plaza, the three of them chattered while they ate. The food mountain was eventually reduced to a hill, and two-thirds of the trio soon became bloated.

”Sigh~ What a satisfying meal…” Maomao mumbled, leaning on to Gochi, her ears tickling his cheek.

The fox just smiled at her, though he saw that she still had crumbs on her face and he naturally lifted his hand to wipe it off.

She giggled and leaned into his touch, used to the gentle care.

But then she remembered Gochi was a bit injured from the war. It was a deep gash on his other shoulder and she immediately lifted her head to stare at it.

Gochi blinked at the sudden movement and realized what she was looking at. He chuckled, patting his head. ”It’s fine.”

Maomao sniffled, resting her head on his good shoulder. ”I’m sorry... it’s my fault...”

Baku, on the other hand, was still not done eating. He could eat a few more gugubird legs and that was what he did. The other two waited patiently for him to feel full and sat up when he did.

Patting their stomachs, the trio placed the remaining food back in their spaces, clearing the trash on the blanket and collecting them inside the big paper bags to deal with later.

Most of the food wrappers in Alterra would usually be absorbed by the soil or melted by the rain, but the main bags were much sturdier, and leaving them would penalize them for littering.

The half-orcs placed it all aside, ensuring there was nothing left in the clearing. This included the candles. However, instead of putting them in their spaces, they just carefully placed them on the bench nearby.

This was so they could continue to bond for the rest of the night.

What was the half-orcs’ favorite bonding activity?

Sparring, of course!

Because they were all guards, the rules and regulations about fighting exclusively in Sparring rings and the Barracks did not apply to them. The trio took advantage of this to exercise a lot, even within the scope of the territory.

Usually, they would do this outside the walls, but they tended to be fond of sparring when their stomachs were full. It helped with digestion—so they could eat more later.

The fire of the candles flickered, the protective glass reflecting the faces of the half-orcs just before their battle. It was as if they were audiences that’d watch the fight.

As soon as things were settled down, the fight didn’t wait another moment to begin. The smaller half-orcs—as usual—teamed together to deal with their ’older brother’.

Baku jumped several meters back away from the candles, and the other two leaped to follow him.

Gochi immediately lunged at him, claws all the way out, aiming to swipe at his friend’s stomach. Maomao jumped up and twirled, sending a flurry of spinning kicks in the direction of the tiger.

Baku avoided Gochi’s attacks, turning his body just in time before contact. If it got close, he’d use one of his arms to deflect it. Maomao also didn’t see much progress. Her kicks were either avoided or directly blocked by Baku’s other arm.

Their hits were not weak, and loud thuds echoed every time there was contact.

The two were not discouraged though, they simply upped their attacks and increased their speeds— leveling up the overall pace of the fight. If there were low-level humans here, they wouldn’t be able to follow at all.

For the next several minutes, the two smaller half-orcs jumped and lunged, attacking Baku from different angles.

They were quick and agile, their hits strong and fast. On the other hand, Baku was very strong and sturdy. Even if they did hit him, the damage was not enough to make him groan.

Gochi then tried to attack the back of his knee while Maomao would jump to hit his shoulder. However, the tiger’s strong arms blocked both hits, and—finally retaliating—he immediately swung his arms to push them away.

The two were thrown a few meters or so. Their bodies twirled in the air to balance themselves.

Bang!

Gochi stabbed his claws into the soil to stabilize himself, leaving a horizontal trail in his wake.

Maomao was thrown to a tree, and she managed to hold on to a branch and twirled so she could land on her two feet.

Baku smirked, towering over the other two. He rolled his shoulders, muscles rippling under his partially striped skin.

Gochi crouched low, golden eyes sharp as he stared at the big orc. His tail flicked as his stance changed, ready to move again. Maomao stood poised, her feet raised a bit, ready for another jump.

The gap between a fighter orc and those who weren’t was very obvious, but the Gochi and Maomao were not ones to give up.

The two’s eyes met for a moment, and a second later the two of them appeared right in front of Baku.

Another quick flurry of hits was exchanged. It was like hitting a mountain with Baku, but they had the advantage of speed and the knowledge of where his weaknesses were.

Maomao leaped up, twirling gracefully, and finally landed a strong kick on his head. At the same time, Gochi sent a barrage at his side.

Baku’s eyes twitched but he didn’t show much weakness. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Maomao’s feet and swung her towards Gochi. Still on the injured side.

The fox was immediately distracted and focused on catching the rabbit instead.

Baku took advantage of the confusion and sent a strong spinning kick in their direction.

PAK!

This attack sent them flying again. This time, they were not able to catch their balance fast enough. Gochi wrapped his arm around Maomao and made sure it was his back that’d hit the tree.

BANG!

The tree shook and its trunk cracked. The two furry projectiles rolled forward, stopping just below its trunk.

Cough!

She coughed and lifted her head to check Gochi. Gochi’s back was on the ground, with Maomao safety resting on his body.

At this, Maomao turned to glare at the towering tiger, standing arrogantly a few meters away from them.

”Hey! No fair!” she yelled. Because fighter orcs had such a wide gap between them, Baku would normally not do any tricks.

Baku shrugged. Before, it was fine to do chill spars because they were just a village. They were a town now, and it was time he got a bit stricter with them.

”Didn’t I tell you? Always fight as if you’re against a full-blooded fighter orc,” he said, crossing his arms. ”Do you want to get shredded?”

Maomao pouted while Gochi just sat up, looking up at him.

Seeing them both up again, Baku pounded his hands together. ”If so, then let me get that honor instead.”

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