"Hahaha! What an incredible warrior!"
The Giant Kingdom's civilization was not particularly advanced; it could even be described as backward.
Their national system was one where the royal capital governed everything, while outside the capital lay one Giant Tribe warrior village after another.
These villages were almost entirely semi-independent. They obeyed the royal capital's administration, but their internal affairs were largely self-governed.
The key to these warrior villages' autonomy was that nearly every village had highly respected giant heroes serving as leaders.
Hero was what the giants called powerful warriors.
The logic of this nation was as simple and brutal as that: if you were strong, you could be a leader.
And now, the elder governing this village was laughing heartily as he raised the horn cup in his hand. "Let us cheer for the arrival of this mighty warrior!"
This white-haired elder, who looked frail with age, had bruises on his face. It was obvious at a glance that someone had beaten him badly just moments ago.
In fact, it was not only him. Among the giants dancing and singing around the bonfire in the village's central square, many bore similar marks on their faces.
But even so, their spirits remained high.
"Cheer for the arrival of this warrior?"
Tesoro curled his lip. "They're completely pretending we don't exist, aren't they?"
"This race has always been like this."
Katakuri said calmly, "They are only friendly toward the strong whom they acknowledge."
"Raise your cups and drink! Mighty warrior!"
The giant elder looked at Bright with blazing eyes.
Bright felt a bit of a headache as well.
Just moments earlier, a massive brawl had broken out in this village.
Bright had beaten up every adult giant warrior in the village.
That included this white-haired elder, who was clearly very old