CHAPTER 12.5: A STRANGE MAN

**Kuro**

The chicken tribe’s ‘village’ could now be rightfully called a ‘town’, or even a small ‘city’. From a destitute hamlet of only a few, almost-ruined huts, the place had now grown into a settlement with fortified stone walls, cobblestone streets, and sturdy houses of combined wood and stone. The aqueduct we built was supplying the entire community with more water than they could ever consume, and the beautiful terrace farms provided food for the chicken tribesmen. Some were even being sent to other Avinus villages being founded to take control of the entire island chain.

“…”

Well, honestly, though the chicken town—now called Habu after their chief—had a semblance of human civilization, certain parts of the Avinus culture remained as they were. For example, their clothing. A lot of the chicken folk still wore their old clothes made of pelts, or some were still wandering around their town with nothing on.

“…”

I tried to raise that issue to the tribe council, but Chief Habu only laughed and said that they didn’t wish to shed the remaining part of their beastfolk identity.

Damn it, it’s just wearing clothes, for fuck’s sake…

But well, come to think of it, I’m the only human in this place. So of course, it’s kind of rude of me to force them my own conventions just for the sake of it. It’s just that it’s quite difficult to look around when the person you’d meet on the street had their bodies displaying its full naked glory…

“…”

Ah, anyway, I guess I’d get used to it. Now, as for the second example…

“Ooohhh!”

“Yeah, that’s it!”

“Damn…oooohhh!!!”

“…”

For being an elder of the Chicken tribe, Chief Habu was a real lecher. Imagine this old guy, sitting on his house’s front porch eating grains, and watching two chicken folk mating before his eyes…

These people never learn, huh?

I could only shake my head. I mean, if I confronted these guys about their acts, they’d only dismiss my protests, so what’s the point? I just looked around for any children watching, and I’ll send them away; it’s the very least that I could do.

“Yeah! That’s a huge one!”

“…”

“Oooh!”

Wait, that guy with Chief Habu…isn’t he human?

“For goodness’ sake, what the hell are you eating?” the human spat the grains he just ate on the ground.

Chief Habu pulled his plate away from him, “It’s grains, you idiot! And don’t complain; you’re just eating with me!”

The man had strange clothes with him, almost identical to what I wore. His parka was grey, his pants…weren’t those denim jeans? And those were rubber shoes, right?!

The two perverts continued on their lecherous viewing until I came near the strange man and asked, “Err… who are you?”

The human then turned and looked at me from head to toe.

“Ah, human chief!” it was Chief Habu, “Come join us watch the mating show!”

“Chief Habu, who’s this human?”

The elder stopped on what he was doing and was bewildered when he realized that the man who was sitting beside him was a human. At that point, the man with the grey parka stood up and reached one of his hands for a shake.

“…” though I couldn’t say anything for a moment, I took it; it was awkward since I could only use my left hand.

“Hello there, handsome! My name is Loin.”

“L-Loin?”

“Yes, I’m Sir Loin…of Steak!”

What the fuck?