Odous took a swift turn, slashed his enemies one after another at their throats with a blue light like the scythe of death. Werewolf soldiers were very frightened as though seeing a devil, and they started to move backwards.
Young Odous was still a conceited wild boy who only knew how to rush into the enemy and fought fiercely, as if he would give his life away for the battle.
Tribal Warrior: Odous! How many times have I told you not to go into the enemy alone?
Aloof Odous: Let go! You cowards!
Tribe Warrior: What did you say?
Aloof Odous: I said, you’re a coward!
Just when the warrior stretched his arm to punch on Odous -
Bold Mufasa: Stop.
Aloof Odous: Chief!
Bold Mufasa: Odous, come with me.
Odous followed Mufasa out of the camp.
Aloof Odous: Chief, what’s the matter?
Bold Mufasa: You know what, Odous? Risking your life doesn’t mean bravery.
Aloof Odous: Then what is? Hiding out from place to place?
Bold Mufasa: No, my brother. If you think like that, you’re just giving your life away. And it does only harm.
Aloof Odous: My father taught me to risk my life if I want to live. I’m not the same as those weaklings! I believe in my ability.
Bold Mufasa: Odous, you should trust your companions.
Aloof Odous: Chief, I think you should have more confidence in me.
Mufasa just stopped persuading him..
Aloof Odous: ‘Why...? Is it wrong even to trust your own power?’
Odous suddenly sensed that the only way to gain trust from his tribespeople is to prove them what he was capable of. He sneaked out, attempting a night raid on the werewolf’s camp on his own. Yet, Mufasa caught sight of it.
At first Odous was full of boldness and confidence. However, being surrounded by packs and packs of werewolves, Odous realized his lack of strength to fight back anymore. Even he himself could not figure out how long he had been fighting.
Aloof Odous: ‘Am I going to die here after all?’
: Thump! Aaugh!
The wind-breaking punch and fierce roar symbolized the coming of Mufasa. Warriors behind him darted to the werewolves, while he hurried next to Odous.
Bold Mufasa: Odous, come on! Let’s fight together!
Aloof Odous: Chief, I...
Bold Mufasa: Odous, as a warrior, you have strength and power. But you need to trust in your companions as well.
Aloof Odous: Sorry, chief! I’m sorry, everyone!
That was the first time but also the last time Odous knelt down to make an apology...
Odous raised his saber high and yelled. The tribal warriors dashed straight to the werewolves as if in ecstasy. Werewolf soldiers lost in a second their strong will to fight as they felt the overwhelming team spirit of the tribal warriors. The werewolves could only force themselves to fight against them.
Without doubt, Odous once again brought victory to the tribe. He was at his prime of life when he received the title from the people as the Top Warrior. Battles were refining his skills, but they did not wear off his acuteness. Odous was still eager for more battles.
Tribal Chief Mufasa: Odous, my brother. I need your help for one thing.
Tribal Warrior Odous: Chief, certainly!
Mufasa took out a portrait from his wide belt. On it was the drawing of a young werebird with eyes fierce like an eagle.
Tribal Chief Mufasa: Find this boy. And tell me once you have found him.
Tribal Warrior Odous: This kid is something! Look at those eyes, fierce and strong!
Tribal Chief Mufasa: Haha. He’s quite tough and bold , but that’s not the point.
Tribal Warrior Odous: Then what is the point?
Tribal Chief Mufasa: You’ll know when you see him.
Following Mufasa's instructions, Odous took the portrait with him and arrived at a small town in the middle of a desert. As he stepped into the town, he received stares from people around him; after all, it was indeed very rare to see an aquatic werebeast in a desert. Yet Odous gave no attention to them, and kept asking around about the portrait.
Tribal Warrior Odous: Excuse me, have you seen this person?
Resident of town: No, no!
Just when Odous was troubled about it, a gang of werelizards walked towards him.
Werelizard Boss: Shark kid!
Tribal Warrior Odous: Me?
Werelizard Boss: Of course! You looking for someone?
Tribal Warrior Odous: You can help me?
Werelizard Boss: Haha, you’re asking the right person. I know everything here! Let me see who you’re looking for.
Odous handed him the portrait.
Werelizard Boss: Follow me.
Walking after them and passing through a narrow alley, finally they stopped at an open ground. Odous looked around. He already knew what was going on. He could not help to chuckle.
Tribal Warrior Odous: Well, here is it?
Werelizard Boss: Hey shark kid, don’t laugh! Do what we say, and you’ll be free of trouble.
Tribal Warrior Odous: Then I really have to say thank you!
Odous was studying the portrait, sitting on a pile of bodies of werelizards. Odous was studying a portrait, while groans of pain emitted from his buttocks. That was from a pile of bodies of werelizards. He tapped on the head of the werelizard boss whom he was sitting on.
Tribal Warrior Odous: Tell me when you’ve found him, okay?
Werelizard boss: Yes... yes...
Odous jumped onto the ground and shook his head.
Tribal Warrior Odous: I wonder how much more time it will take to find this guy.
Odous ran in front of Mufasa and instantly gripped the sword of Pluma with his bare hand.
Tribal Warrior Odous: Boy, you mad?
Pluma the Sky-high Outlaw: Brother Odous, I’m not mad. It is the chief who is mad!
Odous grasped the shoulder of Pluma and threw him out.
Tribal Warrior Odous: He is our chief!
Tribal Sage Iquitos: Odous, Mufasa is not the chief we used to know!
‘Mufasa’: Iquitos! What’re you saying?
Tribal Sage Iquitos: Your frenzy factor is emerging, and it threatens the safety of the tribe!
‘Mufasa’: Kill him! Odous, kill him!
Odous looked at Mufasa. He knew that his chief had changed. Those eyes that were once full of dignity and authenticity had become dull and remote. Besides, Mufasa would never say things like killing a tribesman. More importantly, his target would definitely not be the sage who he trusted the most - Iquitos.
Odous looked at the people with doubt. For a split second, Pluma had already flashed to the front of Mufasa when Odous was off guard.
Tribal Warrior Odous: He is still my chief, my brother!
Pluma the Sky-high Outlaw: Give way, bro!
Tribal Sage Iquitos: Odous, you know what’ll happen when he becomes totally manic?
Tribal Warrior Odous: Don’t make me repeat myself. He is my brother!
Though Odous was injured, Pluma and Iquitos still could not defeat him. Odous looked at his bleeding wound, and used some water elements to treat the wound, preventing it from getting worse. Just then Mufasa, who was lightly hurt, laughed in such a mischievous way that left the crowd uneasy.
‘Mufasa’: Well done, Odous!
‘Mufasa’: Iquitos, I’ll kill you now!
Just when ‘Mufasa’ was about to smash Iquitos’ head with his fierce and brutal fist, Odous strenuously knocked ‘Mufasa’ aside.
‘Mufasa’: What’re you doing, Odous?
Tribal Warrior Odous: My brother! This is not you!
‘Mufasa’: What? I am who I am! I am Mufasa!
Odous firmly stood before Iquitos.
Tribal Warrior Odous: Iquitos was right! That fight just now is something I repay you. But now, I have to stop you!
‘Mufasa’: You think you can possibly beat me? Look at yourself. You got brutal wounds all over your body!
Tribal Chief Mufasa: ‘He can’t, but I can! Odous, take them away. Quick!’
A authoritative voice came out of Mufasa’s mouth. Odous knew that was the real him. As Mufasa was squeezing his head in great pain, Odous lifted Iquitos and Pluma and dashed out with no doubt. Terribly exhausted, Odous left them in a house of the residents.
Tribal Warrior Odous: Take good care of them!
Resident: But Sir, your have not yet recovered...
Tribal Warrior Odous: I can make it. Take care of them and ask them to leave when they are awake. Got it?