That Time Hori And Miyamura Got Reincarnated In Another World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 3: The Journey To The Dwarf Kingdom

A few days had passed since Hori and Miyamura had fully integrated into the village. The goblins and dire wolves had settled into their roles, and the village had started to flourish under Hori and Miyamura's leadership. However, despite their growing strength, there was a pressing problem: the lack of proper tools and weapons.

"We can't keep using wooden swords forever," Hori said one afternoon, tapping the dull edge of her practice sword against her palm. "If we're serious about defending this village and growing it, we need real weapons."

Miyamura nodded in agreement. "We need metal. But there's none in these forests. If we want to upgrade, we'll have to go somewhere that can help us." He paused for a moment, deep in thought. "The dwarves."

Hori perked up at that. "Dwarves? Like actual dwarves? You mean they're real here?"

Miyamura grinned. "I think so. In this world, it seems like anything is possible. If we can reach them, they might be able to help us craft better weapons and tools."

"That sounds like a good plan," Hori said. "You take Ranga and Gobta with you. I'll stay here and keep things running."

"Understood, Queen Hori," Gobta saluted, always eager to help, even if a little clumsy.

Ranga lowered his head for Miyamura to climb on. "I shall protect Master Miyamura during this journey," the dire wolf growled proudly.

Miyamura smiled and patted Ranga's head before turning back to Hori. "Don't worry, we'll be back before you know it. Just hold down the fort here."

Hori smirked, crossing her arms. "Don't go getting into too much trouble without me."

Miyamura gave her a mock salute and, with a nod to Gobta and Ranga, they set off toward the distant Dwarven Kingdom.

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The journey to the Dwarf Kingdom was long, but Ranga's speed made it bearable. They raced through thick forests and crossed rivers until, after several days of travel, the landscape changed. The dense forests gave way to towering mountains, and nestled in the valleys below, Miyamura spotted the massive, fortified city of Dwargon-the Dwarf Kingdom.

As they approached the entrance, Gobta, sitting on Ranga's back, looked awed by the enormous stone walls that rose high above them. "Whoa... it's so big! Do you think they'll really help us, Master Miyamura?"

Miyamura chuckled. "If we ask nicely, I'm sure we can work something out."

Upon reaching the gates, they were stopped by a group of heavily armored dwarves guards. Their axes gleamed in the sunlight, and their expressions were stern.

"Halt! State your business," one of the guards demanded, his voice gruff.

Miyamura dismounted Ranga and approached calmly, offering a polite smile. "We're from a nearby village and seek to trade with the dwarves. We need metal and, if possible, some help with crafting tools and weapons."

The guards exchanged glances, and the leader stepped forward, eyeing Ranga warily. "A dire wolf, eh? And goblins too... this is unusual company. But you seem different from the other monsters we've encountered." He paused, narrowing his eyes at Miyamura. "Very well, we'll let you in. But be on your best behavior."

"Thank you," Miyamura nodded, relieved that they weren't turned away.

As they entered the city, the contrast from the goblin village was stark. The streets bustled with activity, lined with shops selling all sorts of goods. The dwarves moved efficiently, many of them working at forges, their muscular arms swinging hammers as sparks flew.

Gobta looked around in awe, his eyes wide. "This place is amazing! Everything is so shiny and... organized."

Miyamura couldn't help but agree. The craftsmanship of the dwarves was renowned, and it was easy to see why. They were efficient, skilled, and meticulous. But they were here on a mission, and Miyamura knew he had to get to work.

They made their way to one of the larger forges where a group of dwarven blacksmiths was hard at work. At the head of the group was a stout dwarf with a thick beard and a pair of piercing blue eyes. He looked up as Miyamura approached, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"What can I do for ye, lad?" the dwarf asked, wiping his hands on his apron.

Miyamura stepped forward, explaining the situation. "My name is Miyamura. I've recently taken charge of a nearby goblin village, and we're in need of better tools and weapons to defend ourselves. We don't have the resources to craft them ourselves, so I was hoping we could trade or hire some blacksmiths to help us."

The dwarf stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Hmm... a goblin village, you say? That's a bit unusual, but I'm always open to business." He extended a hand. "The name's Kaijin. I run this forge. If you need weapons, you've come to the right place."

Miyamura shook his hand gratefully. "Thank you, Kaijin. We'll make sure to compensate you for your help."

Kaijin waved off the notion. "I've got plenty of work, but I wouldn't mind sending a few of my lads to help you out. In return, we can work out a trade agreement. If your village has anything of value to offer, we'll make it work."

Miyamura smiled. "That sounds perfect. We're still building our village, but I'm sure we can figure something out. Your help is more than we could've hoped for."

Kaijin gave a hearty laugh. "I like you, lad. You've got a good head on your shoulders. Tell you what, I'll send a few of my best blacksmiths with you. They'll help set up a forge in your village and train some of your goblins to craft basic tools and weapons."

Gobta cheered from behind. "We're gonna have real weapons! Finally!"

Ranga, ever composed, wagged his tail slightly. "This is good news for the village. We will be much stronger with proper equipment."

With the agreement in place, Kaijin introduced Miyamura to a group of skilled blacksmiths who would be traveling back with them along with himself too. The dwarves were eager to help, and the mutual respect between Miyamura and Kaijin had laid the foundation for a strong alliance between the goblin village and the Miyamura also made good relationship with the king.

After gathering supplies and saying goodbye to the king, Miyamura, Gobta, and Ranga, along with their new dwarven companions, set off back toward the goblin village. The journey back felt lighter now, with the promise of a bright future for the village on the horizon.

As they approached the familiar forest, Gobta turned to Miyamura. "Master Miyamura, do you think Queen Hori will be happy with all this?"

Miyamura smiled softly. "Hori's going to love it. With the dwarves' help, we'll be able to build a real village-one that can thrive and protect itself."

Ranga growled in agreement. "And with our combined strength, no enemy will stand a chance against us."

As the village came into view, Miyamura felt a sense of accomplishment. They had secured the help of the dwarves, and with that, their village was one step closer to becoming a true kingdom. But more than that, he couldn't wait to reunite with Hori and share the news.

Together, they would continue to build a home-one where every species could live in peace.

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End of Chapter 3