Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 118: The First Hundred of a Thousand.

The young man leaned comfortably against the stone base of the statue, one shoulder resting against the carved leg of the kingdom’s first Dragonborn hero. A thick book rested in his hands.

The First War of the Dragonborn Against the Demigod.

He flipped a page calmly, his eyes scanning the old script with quiet focus.

In front of him, however, the courtyard was anything but peaceful.

Two teenagers, both around his age, were locked in a heated duel. Wooden swords clashed again and again, each strike cracking loudly through the courtyard. Neither of them wanted to lose.

"GIVE UP! YOUR FOOTWORK IS AS SLOPPY AS A GOBLIN’S!"

"SHUT UP AND KNEE! I’LL CARVE THAT ARROGANCE OFF YOUR FACE!"

They lunged again, swinging their practice blades with fierce determination. Despite the weapons being simple wood, every swing carried frightening strength. The air rippled from the force of their blows, and the surrounding grass bent and swayed as if caught in a passing gust of wind.

Percieval would have fainted if he had seen it.

CLACK!

Their swords collided again, harder than before.

CRACK!

Both wooden blades suddenly shattered near the middle. For a brief second, the courtyard went quiet. The two teens stared at the broken halves in their hands. Then they grinned.

"Oh, you’re done now."

"You wish!"

Without hesitation, they lunged again. The broken swords whipped through the air like jagged daggers now, the splintered wood sharp enough to tear flesh if they connected. Their movements became faster, more dangerous, each strike aiming closer to the other’s body.

A thrust. A parry. A near miss across the shoulder.

Wood splinters flew across the courtyard. The young man by the statue slowly turned a page of his book.

"...Page 1143."

Behind the calm tone of his voice, the duel escalated. One of the teenagers stepped forward with a reckless strike aimed straight toward the other’s ribs. The broken wooden tip whistled through the air.

And that was when the young man finally lifted his eyes from the book. As he about to move to halt them, a sudden blur of motion crossed the courtyard.

A short haired girl with shimmering white hair and a piercing gaze stepped between the two dueling teens. She moved with astonishing speed and precision, catching both broken wooden swords in her hands and lifting them effortlessly, as if they weighed nothing.

"THAT IS ENOUGH!"

The teens froze mid lunge, their faces pale and wide eyed, unable to comprehend how she had stopped them single handedly... and the sight of her bulging biceps and broad shoulders only made them shiver in awe and fear.

"You think this is a game? Do you want one of you to actually get hurt before you learn some sense? Show some respect to each other and save your lives for the Dragonrite, you white sc*ms!"

The boys’ mouths opened to protest but the words died instantly under the weight of her glare. Their shoulders sagged as they lowered their heads, shivering slightly.

"...Sorry."

"...Yeah. Sorry."

They muttered their apologies in unison.

Nearby, a young man who had been watching the entire scene... was gone? The courtyard went deathly still for a moment then the short haired girl’s voice tore through it, so loud and hard, making the two teens’ ears ring painfully.

"KNOTS! I ALREADY SEE YOU! Stop hiding behind that statue of a dead hero and come out, right now!"

The young man slowly emerged from his perch against the statue, book in hand, his expression calm yet amused. He straightened, letting the sunlight catch his braids, the very trait that had earned him the nickname.

The two teens’ mouths fell open, recognition dawning instantly.

"Oh! Knots!"

As soon as he fully revealed himself, the teens bolted across the courtyard to stand before him, their earlier recklessness forgotten. The girl smirked, arms crossed over her broad shoulders, clearly satisfied.

The young man let out a quiet exhale, his eyes scanning the two. A small smile tugged at his lips.

"You two... sloppy and arrogant. Always remember to restrain yourselves. We don’t have dragon blood yet—our lives are far too precious to waste on foolish recklessness. Once you become Dragonborn, you can fight without restraint... then maybe I’ll dub you Reckless 1 and 2."

The pair recoiled at the thought.

"No way! I won’t let ’sloppy’ share my nickname!"

"Yeah, me neither!"

The short-haired girl laughed, loud and full.

"’Reckless One’ and ’Reckless Two’... god, that’s perfect! That nickname just made my day."

Both teens swallowed hard, exchanging nervous glances. Knots let out a heavy sigh, eyes drifting up at the towering, muscular figure before him.

"And you... can you give me just a second of breathing room, ’Big Arms’? I escaped you what—two minutes ago? Just let me finish this Chapter before we—"

Big Arms’ broad shoulders tensed, her tone darkening.

"Before we go to the Dragonrite... you still don’t get it, do you? I thought you were the smartest ’White Scum’ in the thousand, yet you’re still a total idiot. You don’t even know why I’m following you."

Her words faltered, hanging heavy in the air. For a moment, everyone felt the weight of something deeply personal, almost sad. Then she shouted, voice booming across the courtyard:

"BECAUSE MY LAST MOMENT AS A HUMAN WOMAN BEFORE I TURN INTO A DRAGONBORN IS GOING TO BE SPENT WITH YOU, NOT YOUR DAMN BOOKS!"

The declaration shattered the tension. Relief and excitement rippled through the group. The two younger teens erupted, pumping their fists into the air and screaming at the sky:

"YES! TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT! THE DRAGONRITE IS HERE!"

Big Arms’ chest heaved as she towered over Knots, her arms wide and ready.

"Come on, give me a nice hug!"

With a sudden lunge, she lunged toward him—but Knots shifted with effortless grace, dodging her reach by mere inches.

"ARGH! You really are fast!"

She lunged again, this time grabbing for him but Knots vanished, only to reappear elsewhere, teasing her with every attempt. She spun, lunged, and twisted, but he always slipped past, a ghost in the courtyard.

From the sidelines, the two teens watched, laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh, she’ll never catch Knots!"

"Yeah, he’s the fastest... and the strongest of all the thousand in the first batch!"