Long-Lasting Farm.
A plump rat followed a little rat, leading a swarm of rats across the barren ground dusted with a thin layer of snow.
Soon, the little rat leading the way stopped beside a field ridge. Standing beside a clump of frozen-hard shrubs, it squeaked at the large rat, its face full of grievance and hurt.
"Here?"
The plump rat lazily spoke human words. It leaned its head forward and spotted a breathing hole hidden beneath the shrubs. Then its two front paws began digging wildly, quickly unearthing a groundhog that had not yet woken up from hibernation.
The groundhog, dragged out of its burrow, was furious. It was about to see which idiot had disturbed its hibernation when the enormous face before it gave it a fright.
Aaaah!
What the hell was this?
Before it could react, the plump rat swiped at it with one paw and began hammering its head with loud thuds, leaving it dazed and disoriented.
The little rats nearby cheered excitedly, squeaking wildly like the little monkeys of Flower-Fruit Mountain.
Strongman couldn't understand what those "kindred" were saying, but he could tell the rats were cheering him on, so he hit even harder.
The groundhog had it rough now.
At first, it tried to fight back. But it quickly realized that neither its size nor strength could compare to this one-meter-tall rat. It could only roll onto its back in the snow, showing its belly and squeaking for mercy.
"Do you submit? Hm? I'm asking if you submit!"
Strongman pinned its head down, baring his incisors as he issued a dangerous threat.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp!" The groundhog lay on its back, no longer daring to resist and only begging for mercy.
Looks like it had submitted.
Reading the look in its eyes, Strongman released