I'm Going to Take You to Find Happiness

Goeschi charged. Goeschi drew his sword. Goeschi... went flying.

Following the same trajectory as before, he crashed into the tree pit that had been smashed out earlier.

"Heh, I was careless. I thought he was just a child, so I didn't use my full strength."

Under Bill's astonished gaze, Goeschi leaped out of the tree pit.

Rubbing his aching abdomen, he forced out a smile and explained away his defeat.

"Then this time, I'll Go All Out!"

Bang~

He charged again, then flew back into the same tree pit again.

"My stomach hurts too much, so I can't exert any strength. Let me rest for a bit."

Bang~

"I didn't eat breakfast this morning. I'm hungry, so I have no strength."

Broly took the fish skewer someone Handed Over to him and silently watched the man across from him explain the reasons for his failures while chewing on his rations.

Overall, he believed that hungry people had no strength.

"Now that I'm full, I have strength. This time, I definitely..."

Bang~

Bang, bang, bang...

After charging over and over again, only to be kicked back into the tree pit by the Boy across from him every time, Goeschi finally recognized a fact.

As someone born from the Rakshasa Four Demons, someone with a body tempered beyond the limits of ordinary humans, someone with rich combat experience from countless battles, he possessed an absolute gap in raw strength compared with the child across from him, who looked to be about the same age as his daughter.

It was a massive chasm in power, reflected in the purest speed and strength. Trying to cut off the other party's limbs was as laughable as a fool's dream.

After several attempts, with his abdomen nearly kicked into the shape of the other party's foot, Goeschi finally threw aside his ordinary longsword and drew his Imperial Arms, Murasame.

"You're not going to try bringing him back anymore?" Bill asked cautiously.

"Do you think I can still bring him back under these circumstances?" Goeschi's face darkened, and a dangerous aura radiated from his body.

You can't even beat a child. Your own words have slapped your face swollen. Of course you can't bring him back!

The bald man did not voice his thoughts. Instead, he asked, "Then what are you planning now?"

"Our assassination unit was established to clear obstacles for the Empire. Now, someone is obstructing the formation of the assassination unit. That makes him an obstacle, and I, Goeschi, will clear this obstacle for the Empire!"

"This child's combat strength is astonishing. Shouldn't we make an effort to bring him into the Empire's embrace?" Broly's obvious strength had stirred Bill's desire for talent as well.

Although he was not a warrior, he still wanted to obtain the Boy.

After all, powerful materials were also useful for drug enhancement experiments.

"He's too strong. Trying to control power we cannot control will only get us hurt!" Goeschi's gaze was cold. It definitely was not because the Boy across from him had made him lose face, or because he feared the monster-like strength and potential of his opponent, that he wanted to kill him.

"Are you confident?"

"My Imperial Arms, Murasame, has the ability to curse-kill anyone as long as it even grazes them. I may not be confident in killing him with an ordinary weapon, but if I only need to let Murasame scratch him..."

Goeschi did not continue, but his meaning was clear. He was extremely confident.

"Broly Big Brother, here's a freshly roasted bird skewer."

Nahash came over holding a bird skewer.

"That one who got kicked... um, is he okay?"

Taking the bird skewer Nahash Handed Over, Broly asked about the External Wife's Boy who had been kicked flying.

"Green is fine. The flesh on his stomach is just a little swollen."

"That's good. Tell him I made the person who kicked him get a swollen stomach too."

The External Wife being kicked had made Broly a little angry.

If Goeschi had not said things about bringing people happiness when he appeared, that man might have died from the first kick, because Broly would have used more strength.

Not only had he not died, he was also rather annoying, charging over again and again just to make Broly kick him.

Even a Vampa Spider would run away after being beaten until it hurt, but the other party had not. This made Broly wonder whether he had used too little strength.

Broly thought about it carefully and realized that might really be the case.

Then he would use more strength.

As he watched Goeschi charge over again, Broly thought this and raised his foot.

Then he noticed that the person rushing at him had suddenly begun swinging the hair on his head.

Goeschi's Long Hair seemed to come alive, rapidly expanding and blocking Broly's vision.

This move was called the Wild Hair Technique. It could make hair as hard as steel needles.

However, it was only being used to disrupt his vision. The true Killing Move lay in the lowered blade.

Hidden behind the hair, moving in a direction different from the hair's trajectory, it was a Physical Technique that created visual misdirection.

Goeschi had used this move to kill many powerful enemies, and this time would be no exception.

Broly did not really understand what this man was doing. Just as he was about to stomp down on the steel-needle-like head, the Sound of Rushing Water suddenly rang out behind him.

Turning around, Broly discovered that the huge crocodile he had knocked unconscious was actually diving into the water to escape at this moment.

My breakfast.

He turned around without any guard up.

Got him!

The Demon Sword swung down and slashed across the side of Broly's neck.

The next moment, Broly completely ignored what was happening here and charged toward the fleeing giant crocodile.

His Small Feet stomped into the mud, and the dirt thrown up by the recoil smashed into Goeschi's face.

Before the Demon Sword assassin could react, a huge clump of mud struck him hard on the forehead.

His consciousness went dark, and he fainted.

The Demon Sword slipped from his hand, and he was sent flying.

After rolling across the ground several times, he was finally stopped by two Intelligence Agency personnel when he rolled over to the bald Bill.

"Lord Bill, Lord Goeschi has suffered a heavy blow and has already fallen unconscious."

The person crouching down to inspect his injuries reported the situation.

"What should we do?" another person asked.

"What else can we do? Run!"

The Boy who had severely injured Goeschi had merely gone to catch a crocodile. He was not dead. Bill was no fool. Even a warrior from the Rakshasa Four Demons like Goeschi had been taken down. Was he, the head of the drug enhancement department, supposed to go wrestle that monster Boy?

"What about Lord Goeschi's sword?"

Bill glanced at the blade. "It's already broken. What do we need it for? Take the man and go."

What use was a damaged Imperial Arms? Staying here for even one more second could put them in danger.

The group hurriedly carried the unconscious Goeschi onto their mounts.

With a shriek from the Flying Danger Beast, the Imperial Intelligence Agency personnel swiftly withdrew.

They came in a hurry and left in a hurry. With a wave of their sleeves, they did not take away a single child.

Underwater, the giant crocodile used a death roll to churn up the riverbed mud, trying to conceal its tracks this way.

When Broly fired an Energy Cannon that blasted the entire river apart, the crafty giant crocodile was forced back onto shore.

Where did they go?

After coming out of the water, Broly did not see Goeschi and the others, leaving him somewhat puzzled.

"Broly Big Brother, those people ran away. They rode a flying Danger Beast and went in that direction."

Nahash pointed in the direction the Intelligence Agency personnel had fled.

Broly remembered that direction, but had no intention of chasing after them.

He had something more important to do: deal with his breakfast.

"The hide is too hard. Our knives can't pierce it."

As the children helped process the giant crocodile, they found that the weapons in their hands were useless against its hide.

"Try using this."

Just as Broly was about to tear it apart with his hands, Akame brought over a broken sword. Although the Demon Sword Murasame had broken when it struck Broly's neck, it was still a weapon made from Super Danger Beast materials and rare metals such as Orichalcum.

The hide of a mere B-Class Danger Beast giant crocodile could not stop its edge.

"This blade is sharp. Kurome, be careful."

When Akame saw her Younger Sister holding the broken blade and wanting to help cut the Crocodile Meat, she hurriedly warned her.

"Broly Big Brother, are you all right?"

A Girl came over to ask. Broly remembered that she was called Cornelia.

"What could possibly be wrong with me?"

Broly was a little confused by her question.

"You were hit by that sword just now."

Hearing that, the surrounding children came to their senses and all looked over at once.

Broly touched the spot where the sword had struck him. There was not even a wound there, let alone a white mark.

"Maybe that person hadn't eaten enough, so he didn't have much strength."

The surrounding children: "..."

Was this really a matter of not eating enough?

Forget it. It did not matter.

In any case, Big Brother was mighty. Big Brother was awesome.

"The Crocodile Meat is roasted."

Crunch, crunch...

Broly ate while the other children watched him.

"This is tasty. Want some?"

Broly noticed everyone's gazes and raised his head to ask.

"No, we're already full."

Nahash waved his hand. After eating so much fish and bird meat, how could he possibly eat any more?

Akame, Little Fatty Losang, Cornelia, who had just asked Broly whether he was all right, and Boni, the Mushroom Girl who had picked Poisonous Mushrooms last night to roast and seemed a little dim-witted, came over to eat.

The people who came to eat all had one thing in common: the strength they possessed clearly exceeded what children their age should have.

Of course, Broly had to be excluded. Among them, Little Fatty Losang, who could nearly lift a bear, had the biggest appetite.

Cornelia came next, though she was older, so it was normal for her to eat more. Then came Boni, and finally Akame.

Broly ate most of the roasted crocodile. The others ate a small portion, leaving another small portion behind.

"We'll keep it as Food for the road."

With that, Broly prepared to set off.

"Eh, where are we going?" one of the children asked.

"I'm going to take you to find happiness."

Broly pointed in the direction Nahash had indicated, where the Imperial Intelligence Agency personnel had fled.

Goeschi was a clown, but he had given Broly an important piece of information: the direction of happiness.