Roc and the Current Situation

"Emmm, was the Five-Tailed Bird really that repressed?" Naimus did not think a newly born Roc would be so eager to "start a family." The most likely explanation was that the Five-Tailed Bird itself had such repression and passed it on to the Roc.

But it was not strange when he thought about it.

No one knew how many years had passed since this world had been created.

From fate emerging from mud, to the appearance of the number five-five-five in the world, to the present, when the world was beginning to show signs of returning to mud once more.

No one knew how many years had passed.

Over all those years, no one knew how much the Five-Tailed Bird had experienced. As the first bird in the world,

there was nothing wrong with its body, but there could not possibly have been little repression in its heart.

It was only natural that the Roc who inherited from it would be the same.

Naimus then noticed the other birds that had not left.

These birds were all clever. Under the Five-Tailed Bird's influence, their lives had transformed, and naturally growing into Steel Breeds would no longer be much of a problem.

However, some birds whose intelligence had grown during their transformation knew that while becoming a Steel Breed was an excellent future compared to their former selves, it was nothing compared to becoming a Roc.

As long as they could obtain the feather in Naimus's hand, they could evolve from ordinary birds into Rocs, after which becoming Golden Breeds would be effortless.

Naimus pinched the feather in his hand and lowered his gaze, where he saw that long-necked, big-eyed strange bird.

This strange bird had quite a connection with Naimus. It had previously been used as bait by him, yet