Kanan couldn't hide the fun of the situation. That a simple glenshin had taken the lead on Kurnet was undoubtedly impressive, both for him and for the rest who praised him as a war hero, and it was no wonder, since in general terms lower-ranking greenskins are not highly appreciated by any creature in the galaxy. Not even other higher ranking greenskins.

Kanan couldn't hold back his curiosity and get to know that little boy who was attracting so much attention, but as soon as he took a step he felt the earth rumble and an extremely angry and somewhat tangled voice become present.

Kurnet: - Where is that wimp!? -

The huge ork was approaching with leaps and bounds, upset at having lost its triumph. This was his time to shine and his right was to claim the head of the enemy officer in command, so anyone taking that right away from him was not his pleasure.

Kurnet: - Where are you!? When I find him I'm going to challenge him to a duel! Zi! A challenge! And thus claim what rightfully belongs to me! -

The enormous fifteen-foot-long leisure with a mechanical arm finally reached the group of greenskins that surrounded his supposed adversary, as it was easy to know that the orks would be close to the one who stood out the most in battle.

The logical thing would have been that an ork as big and strong as him would have started laughing as soon as he had seen the grentchins who took the victory from him, but despite his brusque manner and hasty language, Kurnet learned long ago not to judge others. someone because of their size. A lesson that Kanan gave him personally. So as soon as he saw him, he fixed his challenging gaze on the little boy. Small for him, for the grentchin was almost six feet tall.

Kurnet: - You! I challenge you to a duel! Here and now! - His words did not seem to be any joke.

It was impossible for the grentchin not to feel intimidated. And how not to do it? Well, Kurnet was much bigger and stronger than him, and in a duel the chance of defeating them was below zero. The little greenskin no longer felt the courage to be cheered by the other trueskins, and all he could do was swallow dryly. Luckily for him, the voice of sanity spoke instead.

Kanan: - Hahahaha. What's happening Kurnet? Does it bother you that they are ahead of you? -

Kurnet: - Ka... Kaudillo. -

The ork rectified in time, because in the presence of other orks he was still their boss and had to treat him as such, to the point of kneeling followed by everyone present.

Kurnet: - I wouldn't know it was coming. - Now that he calmed down, his language had normalized a little. - We are inspired by your presence. -

Kanan: - Stand my warriors. Today they had a good fight. Gorko and Morko will be happy about that without a doubt. -

For someone who was in charge of an army for five years, it was impossible not to learn to inspire his troops, even when he did not even intend to, and Kanan seemed to do it perfectly, because his words did not take long to raise the spirits of the soldiers. present.

Kurnet: - And what brings you here, Chief? -

Kanan: - Just like you. I want to see personally who is ahead of you in battle. - An insightful comment that made some laugh.

Kurnet: - This... dwarf... didn't get ahead of me. Right then we were going to resolve that mishap with a duel. -

Kanan: - A blood duel? -

Kurnet: - Of course. What better way to do that? - The white-haired ork can only sigh at such simplicity.

Kanan: - It wouldn't be fun for me to see that. - He said without a hint of delicacy. - Such an uneven blood duel would be very boring. -

Kurnet: - S... sir? -

Kanan: - If you want to prove who is the strongest, you must prove it on the battlefield. The one who accumulates the most achievements will be the strongest. Nothing simpler than that. Do not you believe it? -

A simple solution to a complex problem. At least with a more favorable outcome than senseless carnage. Kurnet gladly accepted the challenge, puffing out his chest and beating it like a Roman gladiator while proclaiming to the four winds the many merits he would achieve. Turning and retreating amidst words of victories they weren't even close to achieving. But at least he was happy about that, which couldn't be said for his challenger.

The glenshin was quite scared. He may have achieved good merit in that battle, but in terms of the Orkoid hierarchy he was still almost one of the lowest. A stroke of luck for the eyes of many, but a good candidate for those who did want to see.

Kanan: - Small. - The grentchin looked at the leader in astonishment, unable to imagine that the chief of chiefs was dedicating a few words to a being as insignificant as him. Even though everyone knew that Kanan had a good eye on even the weakest. Or what the rest of the greenskins thought were weaker. - Come see me at my store later. -

Was all he said before turning around and retreating from the bloody battlefield alongside his white beast. No one could believe it, and not even Grentchin himself could, although he had to admit that he was scared. What fate could someone like him have within the horde leader's lair? No one was even able to imagine it... In other groups of orks, it would possibly become that night's meal.

For better or worse, the agreed time arrived and the little grentchin was walking through the area where the ork nobles had their tents. These were the elite of the elite. The heavyweights of the horde. Monsters at least three and a half meters tall. Those who had the thickest armor and the coolest weapons. Their tents were more ostentatious, decorated with spikes and metal, symbols of their triumphs. And among all those giant stores, a smaller one stood apart from the rest.

The grentchin couldn't believe his eyes. No low-ranking greenskin was allowed near the warlord's tent, and so it was speculated that his tent would be the largest, most epic of all. But seeing that it was as modest as the one he had undoubtedly left him stunned.

The most curious thing was running into Kurnet and Murrey, the arms of the leader who were always hanging around there. Curiously, Murray only gave him a silent greeting by bowing his head, a courtesy he learned from Kanan, while Kurnet looked at him defiantly, reminding him of his old promise.

Grentchin: - Ca... Caudillo? - He asked fearfully, without taking his eyes off the leader's white beast, which, although it did not show any sign of threat. It was better not to get too confident.

Kanan: - Come in. - It's heard from inside.

The grentchin removed the leather that served as a door to access the interior. The first thing that struck him was seeing the simplicity of the place. Little more than some ordinary chairs, a piece of leather that covered what seemed to be the place where he slept, and a small fireplace in the center where a small pot rested. The second thing that struck the guest was the stimulating smell that came from the inside of said cauldron.

Kanan: - Make yourself comfortable. - He said without much authority.

The grentchin nodded slightly and silently, only to sit on the floor directly in front. Kanan looked up. She looked at him finely, then looked at one of the chairs that was right next to her, and then looked at him again.

Kanan: - You can sit... in the chair. - He said as if he were plotting with someone half-witted, but he understood that the little greenskin was too scared to think clearly.

The grentchin agreed to the command, and stood silently watching as Kanan stirred the strange yellowish liquid that bubbled inside the cauldron. I had never seen anything like it, but its smell was very striking.

Even so, the grentchin's surprise only increased when he heard Kanan save slightly, and before wondering what he was doing, he saw, astonished, how the great Murrey and Kurnet entered, talking about any nonsense, and sat around the fire.

Asking for ork manners was already too much to ask. Each one of those present took a metal bowl and helped himself to the pot without asking. But for the host it was fine that way, he had trust in them after all. But not the grentchin. The grentchin was stunned when he saw the chieftain himself giving him a bowl full of that strange yellow liquid. Which I accepted more out of fear of offending him if I didn't accept it than out of a desire to prove what it was about. He simply saw the other three taking the contents, and knew that at least it wasn't poison. So I encourage you to try it.

The grentchin's eyes widened at the taste. For a low-ranking greenskin the taste of raw meat was all that was on the menu, so a good soup with spices was a delight to the palate. A way that Kanan had to identify those who possessed intelligence above the average greenskin. Well, only an intelligent being appreciates a good flavor when they try it. And the way this grentchin reacted gave him a very good sign.

Kanan: - So... You were the one who kicked Kurnet's ass today? -

Two of those present almost choked on their soup at the comment. One of them was Murrey, who began to laugh at the mockery. And the other was the grentchin, who felt as if a hammer had fallen on his head.

Murrey: Cough... cough... cough... You lost to a grentchin. That must have been embarrassing. HA HA HA. -

Kurnet: - Hey... I didn't lose to him. He just went faster. It's not my fault I have this mountain of muscles and strength to face thousands of enemies at once. -

Murrey: - Ha. The worst justification I have ever heard in my life. -

Kurnet: - Hm... But my honor is still intact. I will win more battle and you will see it. Besides... It's not the first time a weakling beats me. Ha ha ha. -

Grentchin: - Has anyone managed to defeat you... ze... lord Kurnet? -

"Good language. A good sign." Another thought arose in Kanan's mind.

Kurnet: - Ha. Only the boss has been able to defeat me. And the most incredible thing is that he did it with a single blow. -

Grentchin: - Wao... - The little boy's eyes shone like a child with the illusion of a good story.

Kanan: - Now, now... Kurnet. No need to talk about me. After all. That's not why we're here.-

Murrey: - You're right. Even I'm curious to know how it happened. -

Grentchin: - How peaceful? -

Kanan: - How did you manage to reach the enemy colonel before the main force. - For the grentchin it was impossible not to feel intimidated by the gaze of those three enormous orks. - Let's start another way. What is your name? -

Grentchin: - I... I have no name... Sir. -

Murrey: We Orks don't use names, Kanan. Only those who believe they are worthy of using names have it. We've talked about it before. -

Kanan: - Still. I can't adapt. -

Grentchin: They usually call us dwarfs, little ones, puny ones and things like that. The only grentchin who have names are those who accompany Mr. Kurnet. -

Kanan: - One, Two, Three and Four... Yes... Very original. - More laughter emerged from within Murrey.

Kurnet: Hey! There's nothing wrong with them. They are simple and easy to remember. That's enough.

Murray: - Yes yes... whatever you say friend. -

Kanan: - Well... That will have to be changed. But first. Why don't you tell us what exactly happened? -

Although somewhat sloppy in his story, the grentchin was able to tell the reason for such progress. And it all began with the fall of the Ork noble who commanded that part of the horde due to an artillery salvo. When this happened, the greenskins were left helpless, unable to think for themselves what to do, but the grentchin said that he refused to die that way, and charged headlong into the enemy.

The rest of the greenskins shared the same feeling when they saw him launch himself against the enemy, and with fury the green tide followed him closely with more impetus than the rest of the troops that were still advancing behind the wall of metal shields.

This gap was vital, since the commanding officer of the forces of humanity had to assign units to defend the front in danger. The worst decision he could have made seconds before Kurnet appeared on the battlefield. And without even planning it, it was a combined pincer attack that brought down the forces that caused the enemy headquarters to succumb.

Although of course, the grentchin only told his point of view and had no knowledge of the rest of the battle. Only Kanan and Murrey could know what really happened since they saw everything from a strategic observation point.

Kurnet: - Use weapons from those weakened ones. How pathetic. - The great ork mocked.

Grentchin: - It was the only thing we had. At least we grentchins can use human weapons. -

A very insightful comment that caused very different reactions. Kurnet only grumbled in disagreement, Murrey's eyes widened at such an idea, and Kanan began to laugh at the wit of the smallest of the group.

The white-haired ork looked at the grentchins and Kurnet arguing, as a rivalry between them began to arise even though neither of them were aware of it. And then... a story from the past came to his mind. A story as old as time itself. From eras before humans knew about fossil fuels.

Kanan: - Very good. Your name will be... David. - He told the grentchins. - And you will be in charge of a grentchin division under your command. - He finished with an accurate look and a challenging smile on his face.