Comic strip: Survival on a deserted island, surrounded by heroines

With a crisp sound, a piece of eggshell the size of a fingernail fell off from the top, revealing a small gap.

A wet little head covered in fine white down peeked out from the gap...

Those round, black eyes rolled around blankly, then smacked their lips and made a soft "chirp" sound.

"Oh my god!" Izumi Sagiri exclaimed, covering her mouth in shock.

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Aoyama was unusually silent for a few seconds, staring thoughtfully at the little guy peeking out of the eggshell.

The little guy continued to push outwards, and the eggshell cracked completely in the middle, revealing its entire body.

Its body is covered with fluffy white fur, and it is about the size of an adult domestic cat. Its four short legs clumsily support it on the ground, and its thick, long tail sways behind it.

It stood up unsteadily, then lost its balance, "Pa mo pa huan huang sai kuang lo pi xi..."

"Chirp—!"

"Hahaha... Silly." Izumi Sagiri couldn't help but laugh, but quickly covered her mouth.

The little guy struggled to get up again, shook the broken eggshell off his head, and then took unsteady steps toward the foot of the nearest green mountain.

"Chirp chirp..."

It tilted its head back, stared at him with its wet, black eyes, and then let out a cry.

Aoyama looked down at the furry little thing at his feet, then at the eggshells scattered on the ground, and remained silent for a long time before speaking: "This thing... looks like a dinosaur?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha crossed her arms, tilted her head slightly, and sized up the little guy circling at the foot of the green mountain. The corners of her mouth curved into a deeper smile.

"It certainly looks like it."

"And look at its legs, they're thick and strong. For such a small size to have such a skeleton, it must be the cub of some kind of large theropod."

Izumi Sagiri crouched not far away, her hands clasped tightly together, her eyes filled with curiosity and a little fear, but mostly with pure surprise:

"It...it's so cute..."

The little white-furred dinosaur circled twice, seemingly searching for something.

It lowered its head, sniffed the ground, and then walked precisely toward the scraps that Qingshan had removed when processing the bear meat.

Those were bones and fascia with a few bits of meat still attached, things that were originally intended to be thrown away.

The little guy went to the pile of scraps, lowered his head to sniff, and then opened his tiny mouth to nibble on them.

"Click-clack-click..."

It gnawed away with gusto, its tail swaying back and forth, its white fur glowing a warm orange in the firelight.

Seeing this, Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't help but laugh: "You really aren't picky about food."

Izumi Sagiri tentatively took a small step forward and squatted down next to the little guy, watching it gnaw on the bone.

Seemingly sensing that someone was watching him, the little guy stopped eating, looked up in the direction of the mist, and then lowered his head again to continue munching away.

"It...it doesn't seem afraid of people," Izumi Sagiri whispered.

Newly hatched animals usually regard the first creature they see as their mother.

"But didn't it see Aoyama-kun first? Why is it treating the bone better than its own mother?" Kasumigaoka Utaha said slowly, turning her gaze meaningfully to Aoyama.

Aoyama was speechless for a moment, then asked, "Can dinosaurs eat bones from birth?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her head. "I don't know."

Izumi Sagiri hesitated for a moment, then reached out and carefully touched the fluffy fur on the little guy's back.

The cub raised its head, glanced at her with its round, black eyes, and then lowered its head to continue gnawing on the bone, showing no aggression or wariness whatsoever.

"Its fur is so soft..." Izumi Sagiri's voice was filled with undisguised surprise.

Chapter 40: Feathered Tyrannosaurus Rex, Big Dog—Chew!

Kasumigaoka Utaha also crouched down and gently brushed aside the tuft of slightly upturned downy hair on the little guy's head.

The cub shook its head impatiently, then buried its mouth in the pile of bones and continued crunching away.

"It eats so much at such a young age; it really has the potential to become a large carnivorous dinosaur."

"However, looking at its clumsy appearance, it's really hard to associate it with that kind of ferocious predator."

Kasumigaoka Utaha withdrew her hand, stood up, and stretched her legs, which had gone numb from squatting.

In just a short while, the little guy had almost finished eating all the scraps.

Then it started circling the fire, its four short legs moving very fast, but occasionally it would trip over its own tail, fall down, and then get up as if nothing had happened and continue running.

"Hahaha..."

Izumi Sagiri sat on the edge of the straw mat, her eyes following the white ball of fluff that moved back and forth in the firelight, a happy expression on her face that was almost a silly grin.

Aoyama sat on the other side of the fire, roasting a piece of bear meat while watching the little guy frolicking around the fire, his eyes filled with a research-like observation.

"What kind of dinosaur do you think this is?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned against the stone wall, crossed her arms, and thought for a moment: "Body size, skeleton, white fur... plus its gluttonous habit, it's hard to judge directly."

However...

She paused, her gaze falling on the cub's hind legs, which were noticeably thicker than its body.

"Look at its legs."

"Such a small cub has such thick hind legs, and when it runs, its center of gravity is obviously shifted to the rear, and its tail is almost kept horizontal for balance. These are all characteristics of theropod dinosaurs."

Izumi Sagiri tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Could it be... Delirium?"

“Velcrown cubs aren’t this big, and velociraptor feathers are usually grayish-brown,” Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her head.

Aoyama flipped the roasted bear meat over, his gaze falling on the side of the cub gnawing on a bone.

The little guy's bite force was surprisingly good; the bone, about the thickness of a thumb, was already covered in teeth marks from its chewing.

Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, "The proportions of this skeleton, the thickness of its hind legs, the white down..."

She pointed to the cub's mouth as it gnawed on a bone; when the little mouth was slightly open, a few sharp baby teeth could be vaguely seen.

"Feathered Tyrannosaurus Rex—!"

"The down of the cubs is white; the adult feathers turn grayish-white or even dark, but this color is indeed the color of the juvenile stage."

Aoyama's eyes lit up: "Feathered Tyrannosaurus?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha affirmed, "Yes, a large tyrannosaurid dinosaur from the Late Cretaceous period, distributed in the northern region, a gregarious carnivore."

"The young pups have white down, which they use to camouflage themselves and protect themselves in the nest."

"Moreover, Feathered Tyrannosaurus Rex hatchlings grow extremely fast and have a huge food requirement... Look at this, isn't that proof enough?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little guy had gnawed the bone down to just a bare piece.

It raised its head, looked around blankly, and then spotted another bone with meat on it next to the fire. It immediately pounced on it and continued working.

"Crack, crack, crack—!"

Izumi Sagiri was so amused by its eating antics that her shoulders trembled, and she covered her mouth and laughed out loud.

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought for a moment and said, "Aoyama-kun, do you want to stay?"

"Should we cook it and eat it?"

"If it's a social animal, there's a chance it could be domesticated..."

After a moment's thought, Aoyama decided to stay and observe for a while.

If we don't raise them a little bigger, we can kill them and eat their meat.

Kasumigaoka Utaha asked, "Would you like to give it a name, Aoyama-kun?"

Aoyama stared at the white ball of fluff engrossed in gnawing on a bone, and after a few seconds of silence, said, "Then let's call it Big Dog."

"..."

"..."

There was a two-second silence in the shelter.

“Big…dog?” Kasumigaoka Utaha’s expression froze completely, then she looked at him with a look that said, ‘Are you kidding me?’

After all, when people are speechless, they really are speechless.

Izumi Sagiri couldn't believe it and repeated softly, "Big...big dog?"

Aoyama nodded naturally. "Look at how it circles the fire, doesn't it look just like a dog?"

“How is it similar?” Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned and pointed to the little guy who had eaten his fill and was lying sprawled out next to the straw mat.

"It looks like a swelled-up chick now..."

After eating its fill, the little guy made a gurgling sound.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was amused, but quickly looked at Aoyama: "So you named a real Feathered Tyrannosaurus Rex 'Big Dog'?"

"Aoyama-kun's naming style is truly unique..."

"It's good, simple and easy to remember."

"And when it grows up, you can take it out and call it 'Big Dog,' how affectionate that is."

"Friendly... my foot!" Kasumigaoka Utaha's tone became unusually exaggerated.

"An adult Feathered Tyrannosaurus Rex can stand more than four meters tall and weigh over a ton. If you were standing next to it and called it 'Big Dog,' do you think that would be a reasonable image?"

"What's unreasonable about it?"

As Qingshan spoke, he looked down at the big dog at his feet.

It seemed to have eaten its fill, lying on its back beside the straw mat, its four short legs pointing skyward, its white downy fur as soft as a ball of cotton in the firelight.

Seeing something, Aoyama said thoughtfully, "Is it a female dragon?"

Izumi Sagiri stretched out her finger and gently poked its exposed soft belly. The little guy whimpered and kicked its legs twice, then rolled over and hid its belly.

“It…it really does look like a puppy,” Izumi Sagiri whispered, then quickly added, “But it is…it is a bit strange that a Feathered Tyrannosaurus Rex is called a big dog…”

"Then it's settled, Big Dog." Aoyama dusted off his hands.

"Big—dog—!" he deliberately drew out the sound.

Aoyama pondered, "I'll train him a bit more in the future."

When the time comes, all he has to do is say "big dog," and it will rush over and chew.

The little guy immediately scrambled up from the straw mat, his ear-like downy hair standing on end, and then he waddled to the foot of the green hill on his four short legs, tilting his head back to look at him.

"Chirp!"

Izumi Sagiri's eyes widened: "It...it really responds?!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha covered her forehead and sighed deeply: "It's over, it seems I really have turned into a dog."

Aoyama crouched down and reached out to rub the puppy's head. The big dog squinted its eyes and made a comfortable gurgling sound, its tail wagging behind it like a puppy.

"See? It's a dog." Aoyama said firmly.

"..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha was too lazy to refute anymore, she just looked at the white fluffy ball enjoying the head-stroking service and shook her head.

However, the faint smile at the corner of her mouth betrayed her true feelings.

"She's really cute..."

Izumi Sagiri quietly squatted beside him, watching Aoyama's fingers gently move through the fur on the big dog's head. The firelight reflected on the puppy, turning its white fur into a warm orange color.

She quietly reached out and stroked the big dog's back; its fur was fine and soft, with the warm touch unique to new life.

The big dog turned and glanced at her, then stuck out its wet tongue and licked her fingertips.

"Ah—!" Izumi Sagiri exclaimed softly as she withdrew her hand, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the scene of the human, dragon, and dog and couldn't help but chuckle: "In a few days, it will grow its first batch of feathers. When it turns grayish-white, it probably won't be as cute anymore."

Aoyama rubbed the big dog's head again: "Whether it's cute or not doesn't matter. If it's rebellious, we can taste dinosaur meat."