Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

It's getting cold; just find a place to curl up and you'll feel better. The weather will always clear up eventually.

Her whole body ached, and strange crystals were growing on her body—she didn't know what they were, but she figured it should be alright.

When natural disasters strike, she runs; when enemies come, she fights; when food comes, she steals it; when friends come—she seems to have no friends at all.

Miraculously surviving in a hellish environment, he honed his untrained yet powerful Originium Arts, as well as an almost limitless level of physiological endurance.

However, her survival was not entirely due to force, but rather to the intuition she gained through repeated trials in the face of crisis.

Without any apparent reason, this young girl from Pero could instantly determine whether a person or thing was threatening, or take actions that could be considered the "optimal solution" without much thought.

This is why she was able to escape from W's encirclement immediately. However, for her, "escaping" was a rare occurrence, because with her strength, she could usually settle things with force.

This time, she was certain that these mercenaries carried a more formidable aura than her previous opponents, which was why she fled.

As for her previous "submissive posture," it was also a result of her excellent intuition.

“I didn’t release my aura at you.”

The girl spoke fluently, but in reality, she only repeated a few sentences over and over, adding some gesticulating movements to make up for the lack of verbal expression. Nevertheless, Nian and Tomat still managed to understand the girl's background.

She was just a homeless wanderer hoping to go to Minos, with little common sense, only brute strength and dangerous Originium Arts, plus Oripathy, which would be enough to lead to life imprisonment or even execution if she were captured.

“It’s just intuition, I guess. Even if she does nothing, she can still sense danger. I think her intuition is pretty accurate.” Nian’s fingers traced the dull blade of the axe, finally stopping at the engravings on it. “Besides, I quite like this intuitive little guy—and he seems to be of help.”

"your name?"

Nian continued, his gaze looking down at the girl who seemed somewhat timid, wanting to retrieve her weapon but hesitant to approach.

She reached out as if to retrieve her weapon, but withdrew it halfway as if electrocuted. She glanced at Thomas, who seemed puzzled by her apparent lack of awareness of danger, then stared at Nian before finally saying:

"I don't know my own name. I just wanted to know if I could go back to Minos and find out about the past... um... that's all..."

Nian carefully examined the Minoan battle axe, which was made using ancient techniques. Despite its wear and tear, it was still evident that it had been meticulously cared for by Nian, who was also a weapon craftsman.

The marks of polishing, the marks of washing, and the sweat stains left by long-term handling that have seeped into the coating on the handle surface.

"Are you a blacksmith too, sister? I've smelled a similar scent on other blacksmiths."

Nian didn't have any particularly noticeable odor. Whether it was the smell of coal emanating from the old furnace in the workshop or the chemical reagent smell left over from the sublimation of rare metals on the new forging platform, Nian had taken good care of it.

However, the other party still keenly sensed what Nian was doing in his profession. Amazed by this sense of smell, which was even more keen than intuition, Nian smiled and admitted the nameless girl's statement.

"Yes what's the matter?"

"This axe was the first one that was with me. People say it has Minoan script, but no one can read it. If my older sister is a blacksmith, she would understand it. Maybe it is my name."

The girl looked at Nian with some anticipation, her eyes wide open. Her tail, which had been drooping due to nervousness, began to wag involuntarily, with enough force to sweep up a large cloud of dust on the ground.

"...Ceobe, CEOB."

Without any hesitation or preamble, he read the text directly from his knowledge.

"Is this my name?"

The girl, overjoyed at having a name, before her tail could even sway with emotion as if she wanted to be carried to the heavens, Nian quickly followed up:

"It is a name, but it may not be yours. At least, the people I know who have the same name are completely different from you."

Nian did understand the meaning of "Ceobe," but before she could share her experiences, the way the young girl in front of her, who had just been given a cold shower, slowly lowered the corners of her mouth and her tail gradually stopped wagging, had already dissuaded her from continuing.

"Do you know someone with the same name? Could this axe be its?"

Although he didn't know if the person Nian knew, Kroos, had any connection with the one in front of him, Thomas still asked him anyway. If there was any connection, he could just ask Nian to help him out.

"Who knows? But the 'Keopatra' I know prefers eating to weapons and often fights with itself."

The year returned the girl's weapon, and she was surprised to see her weapon fly up without being thrown, and then return to the simple weapon rack on her back.

The return of the weapon slightly lifted the spirits of the dejected girl. She pondered Nian's words with her not-so-bright mind, and then, as if arguing for herself, raised her voice and said:

"I...I like to eat too! If I could eat my fill every day, I wouldn't need to use weapons to fight people, and then I could take care of the weapons every day..."

"So, do you prefer food or weapons?"

Year after year, he asked again.

"Hmm..." The girl was stumped by the question. She lowered her head, frowned, and started counting on her fingers as if calculating something. Then she said decisively:

I like them all! I want them all!

[Main Text] Uninvited Guest: Chapter Ten: Don't worry too much about family relationships.

"However, if you want to use it, it doesn't matter. After all, it's very inconvenient to be on the road without a name later."

"Are you really planning to take her with you?"

Nian casually assigned the girl, Pero, a name she knew, and greeted the stunned girl. Thomas also asked questions after hearing that Nian planned to take the girl on the road.

"You clearly didn't intend to ignore her after you saw her before, did you?"

Nian knew what Tomat was thinking, but Nian was much more decisive than him, taking him away without hesitation.

She patted the head of the girl, who should now be called "Ceobe." After the first pat landed on her head, the girl slightly shrank her neck and then stopped resisting the subsequent pats. Her slightly wagging tail seemed to indicate that she was in a good mood, but her confused expression still showed that she did not fully understand the current situation.

The girl simply repeated the name she had just been given in a low voice over and over again.

"Keopatra, Keopatra, Keopatra... Hmm! I am Keopatra!"

Kroos suddenly had a look of enlightenment on his face, a bright smile bursting from his dirty face. The next moment, he lowered his body and rubbed his neck against the tall, firm chest.

"Thank you!!"

"Wow, this girl is really enthusiastic..."

The young woman seemed unconcerned about the stains on her pristine white bra, which were stained by the girl's body. At first, she was slightly taken aback by Ceobe's sudden approach, raising her hand in surprise. After a moment of stunned silence, her usual nonchalant expression vanished, replaced by a gentle, narrowed gaze. She embraced Ceobe's battered body, gently smoothing her disheveled hair while wiping away the stains from her face, and whispered:

"Alright, alright, it's alright now. You don't need to wander around anymore. From now on, I'll take care of you. You'll have plenty to eat and wear. I and others can even teach you how to maintain your weapons. By the way—my name is Nian."

“I am Tomat, call me whatever you like.”

Upon seeing Nian introduce himself to Kroos, Tomat also stated his name directly, then turned his gaze to the scene outside his eyes and said:

"Although I really don't want to ruin this heartwarming scene, I have to say the mercenaries are here, so how do you plan to protect her while getting them to obey you?"

W and his group's target was Kroos, who had attacked their base and stolen supplies. Nian, on the other hand, had planned to have W accompany her to find the sister for unknown reasons. However, they had now decided to protect Kroos, which naturally conflicted with W and his group's objectives.

Handing over Kroos is unlikely, and it seems impossible to get W to agree to help now, so they have no choice but to leave now.

—If it were an ordinary person, this would indeed be the only option.

However, neither of the two people present were "ordinary people" in the conventional sense.

So they did not leave.

Later, when W saw that the target he was chasing was in the hands of the two, he also planned to take a more assertive approach and demand that Kroos be handed over to give his injured comrade an explanation. More importantly, he could not continue to damage his prestige in front of them.

She had already lost her composure enough in the square. If she were to obediently hand over the spoils now, W, whose prestige had already been greatly diminished by the changes brought about by the Reunion Movement, would only become even less convincing in leading the mercenaries.

Even if we can't win, it's okay to back down if we really have to fight.

Don't underestimate me!!!

W wanted to reprimand him as loudly as he did above.

But the annual gift was just too much.

As always, she used a technique that might be Originium Arts to conjure a metal handbag that looked like a safe.

In front of W and the others, he placed it on the ground, then kicked it, causing it to slide across the ground and come to them, just like a scene in some old gangster movies where people are exchanging chips.

Nian spread his hands, indicating that they shouldn't be wary and should just open it.

W did not send her men to open the box; she knew that the people on the other side didn't need to play such a simple trick as remote-controlled bombs.

She unlocked the latch, slowly lifted the lid, and peered inside through a small crack.

But in this gloomy environment where rain was imminent, a golden light shone into W's eyes.

"hiss--"

She gasped, closed her eyes, and after a few seconds opened them again, quickly closing the suitcase behind her.

W didn't say anything more, simply picked up the heavy box and tossed it to a tall, masked Sarkaz mercenary beside him.

The other person even stumbled when they caught it, as if they were about to be crushed to the ground by the heavy object inside.

"This girl didn't go all out, and even with the lost supplies, this is enough to compensate. This stuff is more useful than Lungmen Dollars; it's hard currency."

Nian watched as W readily accepted the "compensation" and explained it to him as well.

"Also, I'm planning to hire you to do something for me, since you're a pro at handling explosives."

"...They're rich, powerful, and good at fighting. I don't understand why they need my help."

W, with his hands on his hips, was a seasoned mercenary who usually had a commanding presence in battle, but at this moment he was somewhat unable to fathom Nian's purpose.

"But why not make money if you can? Tell me, what do you want?"

But she didn't delve deeper, or rather, she simply understood the current situation.

Accepting it might not necessarily be harmful, but refusing it will definitely not bring any benefits.

W skillfully inquired about the details of the commission, seemingly considering it, but in reality already planning how to use the acquired experience to reorganize his mercenary force after the mission.

"Oh, it's nothing serious, just use the explosives I made to blow up my sister's house, okay?"

When the response came out that year, the entire room fell silent, and everyone placed their hopes on the woman who calmly made this outrageous request.

Even Kroos tilted her head, looking at Nian, who had been so kind to her just moments before, with a clear expression of confusion.

"Alright, I won't ask why, but if it's your sister..."

W had already realized from her previous observations that Nian, who was traveling with Tomat, was no ordinary person, and that such a provocative act as bombing a house would surely bring trouble upon her if it happened to her sister.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."

But Nian also made assurances regarding W's concerns, and it seemed that W would accompany her.

"Can't I do it?"

At this point, even the most professional person in the entire "bombing" industry asked a question.

This kind of thing could easily be left to Tomat himself to do.

“No way, you’re my colleague. If you blow up her house, it will ruin her impression of Rhodes Island. How can we then convince her to come and stay?”