Chapter 173: The Dragon's Mist
The Reincarnated Extra
The Dragonâs Mist
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âFfshuuuuuuuuu!!!!â
In an instant, the surrounding area was enveloped in a pale pinkish mist.
The ãDragon Mistã was Okaâs specialty technique.
Oka, with a red dragon as her mother and a white dragon as her father, was unable to breathe either ãFire Breathã or ãCold Breathã that each respective dragon species excelled at.
This was because Oka possessed the organs for generating both types of breath inside her body.
While her parents had hoped Oka would be able to breathe both breaths, that did not come to be.
The interference between the two respective organs meant Oka could breathe neither breath.
She was a defective runt.
She utterly hated herself for that.
However, there was someone who saved Oka.
That person was the woman Oka still reveres as her master for life even now.
At the time, the woman who had not even reached her mid-teens yet met Oka and began traveling together with her.
Oka, scorned as a defective runt by everyone else in her brood, was never abandoned by this woman.
Despite being a dragon unable to breathe any breath, the woman respected Oka as a friend.
Not only that, the woman possessed scientific knowledge â from where she had learned it was unknown â that âFog is born when warm, moist air collides with cold air.â
Applying that knowledge, she devised a technique that only Oka could use.
That was the ãDragon Mistã.
Originally operating as a smokescreen, this technique of expelling mist generated by using water magic to moisten the air inside her body, heating it with her Fire Breath organ, then rapidly cooling it with her Cold Breath organ turned out to be more than just concealment.
The pale pinkish mist produced by ãDragon Mistã contained a large volume of Okaâs magic power, allowing her to precisely grasp the movements of any living beings trapped within.
Moreover, the dense draconic magic power meant ordinary beings inhaling it risked magical power poisoning that could potentially kill them.
While the ability to indiscriminately engulf friend and foe alike was a weakness inherent to the wide-spreading mist, it was truly Okaâs trump card, a deadly technique.
That was ãDragon Mistã.
(Heh heh, with this, Iâve already won!)
Enveloped in the pale pinkish mist, Oka grinned with conviction of her victory.
Living beings that continued absorbing magic power exceeding their capacity would meet a miserable end.
Unable to withstand it, their souls would burst apart, killing them.
That girl was strong.
A monster.
Likely some kind of monster disguised in human form.
However, no matter how strong the monster, its soul could not surpass a dragonâs.
If she inhaled the magic power-laden mist continuously, she would inevitably die of magical power poisoning sooner or later.
Unlike ordinary people who would die immediately, she might weaken gradually, but still.
Oka could sense her surroundings through the ãDragon Mistã even when enveloped within the mist herself.
She could see as clearly as daylight how the girl who had been scurrying about like an annoying insect moments earlier had now fallen perfectly still within the mist.
That was proof the ãDragon Mistã was effective even against that monster.
Yes, Oka had judged it so.
By now, the girl must be assailed by headaches and nausea, barely able to remain standing.
âFfshuuâ¦â
However, Oka would not act rashly here, attempting to tear apart the weakened girl with her claws.
She could not predict what that monster would do when driven to the brink of death.
Steadily, surely.
She would continue exhaling mist, gradually attacking the girl from a distance.
There was no need to resort to risky maneuvers.
Simply exhaling the mist would allow her to win safely.
â¦But even so.
âFfshuuâ¦?â
No matter how long she waited, there were no signs of the girl collapsing.
Insteadâ¦â¦
(The mist isâ¦â¦thinning out!?)
Gradually, the pale pinkish color around her faded, visibility returning to normal.
Since Oka had used magic to create a windless state, there was no way for outside winds to blow away the mist.
Just what was happening!?
âSuuuuuuuâ¦â¦â
The answer was the faint sound that began reaching Okaâs ears as the mist blocking all noise thinned out â this sound.
Was it the sound of wind?
âSuuuuuuuuâ¦â¦!!â
The mist continued clearing away.
The mist was moving.
â¦Where to!?
âSuuuuuuuuâ¦â¦!!â
The mist enveloping the surroundings was gradually revealing its destination as it converged entirely toward the girlâs mouth and vanishedâ¦!!
In other words!!
(Sheâs inhaling it!? Sheâs inhaling the entire ãDragon Mistã!?)
Oka was dumbstruck by this reality, eyes wide open!
Her open mouth refused to close!
Just what lung capacity did this girl have!?
And what about magical power poisoning!?
How was she still perfectly fine!?
Questions flooded her mind!
However, they were still in the midst of battle!
Oka absolutely must not show any openings before this dreadful monster!
ââ¦â¦I can see you now!!!â
As the mist cleared enough for Emi to spot Oka again, she shouted those words, extending her right arm horizontally before spinning around once in place.
With just that motion, the large jagged boulder that had been behind her was cleanly sliced off at the base!
âHere Iâ¦â¦gooooooooooooooo!!!â
Then Emi easily lifted that boulder weighing hundreds of times more than herself and flung it straight at Oka with all her might!
Spinning like a drill, the boulder closed in to pierce through Okaâs body!!
(Owaaaaaaah!?)
However, Oka was a dragon.
Though flustered, she moved her massive frame at unimaginable speeds, dodging the boulder!
But then!
(Huh!? Sheâs gone! That black-haired girl is gone!?)
In the brief instant Oka averted her gaze to dodge the boulder, the girl had vanished without a trace.
It was unthinkable she had simply fled.
But where did she go!?
However, Oka had no time to search around for the girl.
Dogon!!!
The next instant, a thunderous impact struck Okaâs massive body along with that sound, a force capable of shattering even a dragonâs bones!
Of course, this was Emiâs doing.
Without missing the opening Oka showed, Emi had slipped into her blind spot, closing the distance enough to unleash a ãMagic Strikeã!
Okaâs blind spot.
It was her left side field of vision.
The left eye gouged out by the enraged hunter had become the opening for the girl to attack the dragon.
Gonpeterâs feelings had not been in vain!
Dogon!!!
Dogon!!!
Dogon!!!
The thunderous impacts resounded repeatedly, sounds one could never imagine coming from a little girlâs fists!
âGyagaaaaaaaah!!!â
Oka shrieked in pain!
Driven by rage and fear into thoughtless frenzy, she wildly flailed her claws, unable to strike the small monster!
Far from itâ¦â¦!
Gogik!!!
An disgusting noise rang out from Okaâs left arm.
Her left arm swung down toward Emi had been nonchalantly evaded, a ãMagic Strikeã counterattack breaking the limb.
Dogon!!!
Dogon!!!
Dogon!!!
Then without pause, the assault on her body resumed.
With each strike from the girlâs fists, Okaâs flesh tore, bones broke, and scales scattered about.
Oka no longer had any means to resist.
âGaaaa, gaaaaaaaaahâ¦â¦!!â
Weakly, all Oka could manage was agonized screams.
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A few minutes later, every bone in Okaâs body had been shattered, leaving her powerless as she lay sprawled across the rocky ground.
All she could do now was beg for her life.
âYou can talk, lizard?â
Receiving Okaâs ãMental Voiceã, Emi reacted with mild surprise despite her expressionless face.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Calling a dragon a âlizardâ should have been an unbearable insult for any dragon.
However, Oka lacked even the spirit to muster anger over it.
âI really hate talking lizards.â
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While shedding tears, Oka desperately begged Emi for her life.
Tilting her head, Emi said:
âThe lizard is saying strange things. To live, one must eat. Isnât that natural? Itâs not your place to apologize. Nor mine to forgive.â
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âNo way. Yesterday, I hunted ten birds. But I only ate one. Iâm still hungry.â
Saying such incomprehensible things, the monster strode over to Okaâs neck area and extended her right handâs fingers, raising them high.
She seemed to be winding up to swing that arm down, severing Okaâs already weakened neck.
How could such a slender arm sever a dragonâs neck?
Oka could not rationalize it, but she fully understood this girl before her was a monster capable of such a feat.
And through their exchange, Oka also understood this monster would not heed pleas for mercy.
However, Oka did not stop her ãMental Voiceã pleas.
Because apart from her own life, there was one more thing she wanted to protect.
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ââ¦â¦â¦â¦â
Emi lowered the raised right hand for the moment.
It seemed she would listen.
Oka felt relieved.
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âThose guys from West Ridge?â
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âI donât know anything about the village.â
Emi bluntly stated.
âBut if there are big lizards, Iâll eat them. Iâll kill them all. Leave no survivors.â
And she added that.
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Oka weakly laughed, thenâ¦â¦had her neck snapped, dying.