Reincarnated as a Mutt

Chapter 17: Puppy's Best Friend: Golems!

   "So what is it you guys do for fun around here?" I asked, resting on Oob's shoulder. His face stiffened and he pointed somewhere. I can see three adults sitting in a circle poking each other in the eye, laughing it off like the children from earlier and continuing again.

   "They should stop doing that," I muttered in which Oob told them to play something else. The three cyclopes nodded and got out their clubs, smacking the person on their right over and over again. One of the clubs snaps and the 'blacksmith' arrives with a brand new club and smacks it over the head that broke the club. The cyclops faints and the club remains intact. "Hmph. Good. Keep," the 'blacksmith' grunted and handed the club to the cyclops that broke his previously and, now losing one player, they continued smacking each other.

   "I told them to stop," Oob spoke softly, looking quite dejected. "But they either don't listen or forget. I made some toys and other things, but. . .they're broken." According to Oob cyclopes listened to those who are strong rather than those who were wise, though sometimes the smart ones, which I believe are the stuff of myths, are in charge such as his father and the Cyclops King. But these refugees don't listen to him, at least a handful do but the rest don't. A lot of them shoved the leadership role onto him because they couldn't be bothered. Oob, being the pacifist he was and personal life experience, couldn't muster up his courage he did with me earlier. In other words, he took charge when there was a threat. Interesting. . . . . . .I sense a nefarious scheme coming into play~

   Welp, nothing wrong with killing time. I need to do everything I can to help a. . .'friend' in need.

   I took Oob out for some 'bonding bro time' and he stood like a statue as I unveiled my plan to help him. By plan, I meant a large spider the size of a dumpster truck staring right in his single eye. "U-um, why a-am I?" he started but trailed off, gulping as he broke off into a cold sweat.

   "You need courage!" I barked as I sat upon the spider, taking a dignified pose though I'm sure to any other person I would look adorable and it'd be weird seeing a puppy on top of a massive spider. "You will gain it by fighting this spider or die trying!"

   Oob turned pale and he shook. "D-did you s-say die tr--" before Oob could finish, the spider had lunged at him. He tried running back to safety, but I had my Arcanic Arms seal off all exits. "You have to fight! Remember your training!" I shouted in which he replied with "What training!?" and I said, "This is your training! When you fail and manage to survive, you will learn from this when you start again!" Oob simply ran and cried in fear. Hmm, for a cyclops he sure is a coward. After time was up, he managed to survive the first round. Oob was hurt but I was generous enough to heal him. "Now onto the second round!" We continued for about an hour.

   We stopped for a lunch break. Jeez, shouting and threatening someone with a giant spider sure works up an appetite! And thirst. "You don't eat until you conquer your fears!" I barked out loud receiving a cry of disbelief. After a very satisfying lunch break, we began training once more much to Oob's dismay. . . Yeah, this is disappointing. I was sure he would reach his breaking point by now. Oob is just lying against the wall, panting as I gave him a small break. Guess I'll have to resort to my inspirational leader trait.

   Speech.

   "Oob, you're a disappointment." The cyclops looked up at me in shock and hung his head down. "Look at you. . .can't even fight? Are you even a cyclops? All you have to do is fight back. You don't have to win, but how could you if all you do is run? Your display has been nothing but laughable. And everyone you know will die." He shakes, looking at me with shock. "Yep~ That's right. They'll all die. The war will rage on. Your kin will die. The tortles will die. Every drop of blood, innocent and damned, shall spill until neither side remains. But before all that happens. . .you'll die first."