novellk Chapter 275: The Orc Village
Chapter 275: The Orc Village
( Buhara’s POV )
Kronos was not the only one who had unfinished business in other parts of the universe, as Buhara also had unfinished commitments of his own.
As he returned to his Orc Village for the first time in over a year, Buhara was pretty excited to meet his friends and family who had all seen him off to the university with pride and gusto.
"Oye! Duhara, look— Buhara is back! That weakling is home!" Guhara told Duhara, as Buhara’s two childhood friends who were working in the fields just outside the Orc Village, spotted their friends return before anyone else.
"GUHARA! DUHARA!" Buhara greeted, as his two friends dropped their plowing tools and charged towards their returning friend.
"BRING IT–" said Buhara, his facial expressions confident as he planted his feet and prepared for the traditional Orc greeting.
"Urararararara–" shouted Duhara and Guhara at once as they ran at their top speed towards Buhara with the intention of shoulder tackling him to the ground.
The closer the duo approached, the more momentum they gained until they launched themselves in the air, with the intention to tackle Buhara to the floor.
*Thud*
*Thud*
Unfortunately, to the extreme surprise of Duhara and Guhara, the two of them could not tackle Buhara to the ground as when they tried tackling him, Buhara did not budge an inch and instead stood firm.
"On the chief’s beard..... Buhara is strong now"
"On the chief’s weapon..... Buhara can no longer be called puny Buhara"
Duhara and Guhara noted, as Buhara laughed out loud.
"HAHAHAHA— Call me Mighty Buhara now!" Buhara demanded, as his two friends began worshiping him immediately.
"Or maybe," a cheeky young female Orc piped up, grinning mischievously, "he’s gotten so strong to carry his future wife over the threshold! Eh, Buhara? When’s the wedding, sister Sohara misses you dearly~"
This comment drew hearty laughs from the crowd, with a few of the younger Orcs elbowing each other and winking at Buhara. "Better get started on making some little warriors of your own, Buhara!" another called out, earning a playful smack from his neighbor.
Listening to all these comments, Buhara felt his face flush with embarrassment, as he could only laugh along with the rest of them.
"Let me meet my father first before I seek out Sohara!" he bellowed, as he made his way back to his hut.
Naturally, the lighthearted banter continued as the villagers swarmed around Buhara, eager to welcome him back with all the warmth and humor that made Goruk-Tor a true home and they only paused when the village chief rushed out of his hut to greet his returning son.
"Chief–"
Your journey continues at novelhall.Côm
"Chief!"
"Chief–"
The villagers immediately bowed in respect at the sight of Buhara’s father who was the strongest warrior in Goruk-Tor.
His red skin was covered in scars throughout, which were proof of the sacrifices he had made for the wellbeing of the village and the countless life and death battles that he had fought and won.
The respect that Buhara’s father commanded was not because of fear but rather love, as there was not a single villager in Goruk-Tor who would not die to keep the Village Chief safe.
"Chief–" Buhara said, bowing his head as his father embraced him warmly.
"You’re a climber now Buhara. You don’t have to call me chief anymore" His father reminded as he hugged his son tighter.
Although he did not show it often, he was the one who had probably missed Buhara the most over the past year and was the one who was the happiest at his unexpected return today.