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Semi Datte Tensei Sureba Ryuu Ni Naru (Web Novel) - Chapter 2: The dragon learns true kindness Part 1
Chapter 2: The dragon learns true kindness Part 1
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Thou shouldst eat to live; not live to eat. (Socrates)
The creature called dragon was equal to god in this world.
Claws that split the earth, wings that tore the sky, wisdom that covered the stars.
The life on any demon beast and phantom beast was scattered like the cherry blossoms in a storm in front of the dragon and reckless human beings, seeking the dragon’s knowledge and treasures, faded away and became bones.
The most sacred scales in the world couldn’t be penetrated by either the fang of demon beasts or the people’s history.
However, even with the power of the great dragon there was an enemy it could never fight.
It could even kill a dragon, it was called the archenemy of all living beings, the name of it,
it was called [Hunger]
It was a matter of course, but the dragon was carnivorous.
To be precise it was omnivorous, but it wasn’t possible to live on nuts and fruits with the huge body of a dragon.
When I was a small cicada, it was sufficient to cling to a tree and take a little of the sap that was distributed, but it wouldn’t go well with the body which had become a dragon.
If I intended to get sap to satisfy my stomach, one forest would disappear in an instant.
In the first place, I wouldn’t like to sip sap now.
I’m a dragon.
Neither my tongue nor my stomach wanted sap any longer.
Only the spray of blood and the scream of meat would bring me the melody of joy.
As for the white dragon that gave birth to me, it occasionally ate the sacrifices carried on the boats from humans that came, it also seemed to have lived by hunting demon beasts and phantom beasts.
I had inherited the memory of where the prey was and I was already equipped with the knowledge on how to hunt.
No, [Hunting] may not be the appropriate word for that.
Basically hunting wild animals was an act of life and death and neither success was guaranteed nor was safety promised.
Herbivores are generally excellent in endurance and running, so capture wasn’t easy.
Moreover, even if you cornered the prey for example, it often occurs that you would receive severe retaliation from prey which was in hopeless position.
When hunting it was possible for a manticore to lose its life by being penetrated by the horn of a unicorn.
However the story was different for [Dragon’s hunting]. The dragon was an existence on a different level from the other living beings.
Even if I could be compared to newborn. It was impossible for me who was a dragon to fall behind any other living being.
The creature who could escape from my great flight, it didn’t exist in this world.
Even if they escaped when they hear the sound of my flapping wings approaching, their consciousness would be taken away with my roar. That was the hunting of the dragon.
Neither vigilance nor precautions are significant for the pitiful preys. The only thing they could do was to pray that I would never pull the old maid someday.
In other words, the island inhabited by a dragon was like a huge fish-tank, the hunting of the dragon, was just the act of raising and picking the prey from the fish-tank to its liking.
However, it was also the first time that I actually hunted.
So, before I go out to hunt, I decided to try the thing called dragon’s roar first. The dragon’s roar was a technique which ate the mind of living beings. Without damaging the body of the prey and only taking the consciousness.
I inhaled a big breath, marked the rocky mountain on the side and released a roar that included magic.
“Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!”
(Translation – Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!)
. . . Result? The rocky mountain had vanished.
What bad was, was that from the inherited knowledge the dragon’s roar ought to not have physical attack power . . .
After thinking for a while I finally thought of the cause with the wisdom of the dragon. Apparently this phenomenon might have been caused by my previous life as a cicada.
The cicada was a relative large insect but if judged from all living beings it was from a very small category. However the cry wasn’t inferior to the howl of a dog with a volume of hundreds of times of a cicada.
In spite of a small body, there was a secret to the cicada why it could cry at such a volume. Actually stomach of the cicada was mostly hollow.
The cicada made sounds with an organ in the chest and the cry was amplified dozens of time in the cavity in the stomach.
Though I was reborn as a dragon, the soul would remember the vocalization as a cicada from the previous life.
The result, magic and sound wave were included in the dragon’s roar and it was also amplified dozens of times by the vocalization of the cicada, it seemed to have become a powerful weapon that could even blow off a mountain.
Anyway, it was good to try it. If the prey vanished it would become only an act of depriving a life in vain.
An empty stomach, surely should soothe the stomach that has become like a cicada belly, so first of all I decided to practice the roar.
After doing well with it I would advance.
Originally the dragon was unmatched in handling magic.
On the same day I succeeded in completely using the roar for physical attack, for mind attack and for courtship and I decided to already rest for today.
Preparations were all ready. Tomorrow I would challenge my first time hunting after reborn from my previous life.
