After Landen brought the Lizardfolk to the Stalagmite Area, they spent five days on basic training and two days chopping down trees for materials. Then, for a full ten days, they devoted themselves to making javelins for the Lizardfolk.
Javelins were the life of a Lizardfolk Javelin Thrower, so every single javelin had to be guaranteed to be of absolutely solid quality. The Lizardfolk were not a race skilled at crafting to begin with, and now they were making javelins, relatively complex weapons. It was impossible for them to produce every weapon to an acceptable standard in just ten days. In fact, those ten days had only been enough to equip each Lizardfolk with six javelins.
Of course, that number was already sufficient for training.
"The reason the Javelin Thrower profession can only appear among the Lizardfolk isn't merely because you're the finest harpoon hunters among all the races. There are many races that can use harpoons or other throwing weapons, but only you can use javelins. The most important reason is your hands. Raise your hands."
Kazvito squatted beside Landen and raised his hand, which was even larger than Landen's head, with extreme awkwardness. He looked as though he were taking an oath.
Deep down, he refused to acknowledge this so-called lord, and naturally had no desire to obey Landen. However, his ambition told him that, at least for now, he should honestly listen to Landen. As for the future, they could discuss it later.
"Do you all see it?" Landen held a small twig and, like a teacher, pointed at Kazvito's hand. "Five fingers, including a thumb. This is the best hand shape for controlling javelin-type weapons."
"There's webbing between your fingers. It was originally meant to let you move more quickly and freely underwater, but it also