Pastelhydra

Chapter 3: Repelling the Wyvern “Grooooaarrrrr!” The wyvern roars from behind. It's approaching dangerously close, I feel like it could swallow us whole at any moment. I get on Purple Flame’s back and sprint through the forest with a  fear that the wyvern would use its  fire abilities on us . I held onto Purple Flame’s back, trying not to shift my weight too much, relaxing my tense body and allowing Purple Flame to run however they want. With each stride, a jolting shock is transmitted causing me to almost lose my balance, but I manage to endure it. Even then, I don't tense up my body. I heard somewhere on TV that if the rider tenses up, it could hinder the horse’s movements. So I try to sit as naturally and as balanced as possible. Purple Flame is a smart horse who understands my words, so I’ll leave all the details up to it. Of course, the forest isn’t all smooth paths. Crawling trees, muddy ground, long plants that could trip us, slopes; Purple Flame charges through all of ...

  Chapter 7 It took less than a day for the student council room to be set up. [Student Council President Bendy Reppy] I fiddled with the nameplate that complicated my feelings and straightened my back. The chair arranged for the president's seat was very soft, but now it felt like a cushion of thorns. That's probably because I've been left with Lennon Edent in the student council room. "Deer students." Making a mistake and getting teased, they'll never stop playing around. Really, it couldn't be anything other than the worst first impression. Above all, the worst part was the fact that only two people are left in the council room. The white tiger shapeshifter and I. Just the two of us. Rubbing my forehead, I searched through the law book with a serious expression. A long time ago, before the shapeshifter territories were separated. During the era when various clans lived mixed together, there were terrible accidents. The hunting of herbivorous shapeshifte...

  Chapter 2 The Headless Knight Adventurer: Run! Purple Flame!! (TN: The original name given for the h orse in the translation is Coach-A-Bower, meaning Death Coach in mythology. It is used more like a title for the mode of transportation used by a Dullahan than for the specific name of the horse. In this chapter I will Instead use the name Koshta Bauer to shorten it and make it feel more like the species' name or the horse's name since he refers to just the horse when talking.) Having succeeded in defeating the wolves with the physical specs of a Dullahan, I am now trying to figure out my power while advancing through the forest. I spot a fairly large rock within my field of view and approach it. It must be around fifty centimeters in height, a size just right for sitting and resting. This rock would be difficult for an adult to lift, let alone break with a fist, but-- “Hmph!” I give it a solid strike with my fist, causing it to shatter into two with a loud sound. The loud noi...