A day had passed and some progress was made. They could stay in the same place without trying to kill each other, for almost a whole hour before one of them tried to start shit.

When she went home the previous day she had left all the goblins in the hole and she came back to see all of them uninjured.

This might seem obvious but this was major. This confirmed to her that goblins could be peaceful on their own and that Midori was an exception. And most importantly her efforts of getting him adjusted to the others would not be in vain. If even this group of goblins alone accepted him, she'd consider this a raging success.

That day, she didn't give the goblin a piece of meat. Because if they required a piece of meat in their mouth to tolerate him, this whole thing would be pointless.

The goblin sat on the floor, sitting at the maximum distance the string would allow him. The other goblins were in the pit, sedated.

Colleen would slowly goad Midori into going closer to the goblin and today was already proving more fruitful than yesterday.

Of his own accord, he began sniffing the other goblin and investigating him. The goblin paid him no mind and kept his focus on Colleen.

“Oh right.” She snapped her finger. She had yet again forgotten to hide her scent using magic. When there's nothing in the forest that could possibly harm her, it's quite an easy thing to forget. But the goblin wasn't interested in her specific scent.

(“Screw off you little bastard, this smoked venison is for me!”)

The disappointed goblin got up and walked back to the part of the hole nearest to the tree it had been tied to.

Midori continued walking and she decided to exercise some caution.

(“If it moves suddenly there won't be any avoiding a fight. But… animals fight all the time, so maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get him used to it.”) She thought.

She didn't know what slight Midori had committed, all she did know was the other goblin had started swinging.

“I guess I'll step in if…” she wiped her eyes. (“Was this real?”) She thought while looking forward.

“FegeHgaggHkKkk!”

A goblin was screaming for help. But it wasn't Midori.

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Midori was flinging the other goblin around like a ragdoll. Each time the unnamed goblin attacked, Midori responded in kind. It was honestly amazing watching him boss around the other goblin.

(“Hmm. Now that I think about it, it was over a year now that I saw him get roughed up by some other goblins.”)

His growth wasn't anything that could be used as a before and after for growth supplements but it was noticeable when he stood next to the other goblin. He damn near towered over the other goblin while being only slightly taller than Colleen’s knee.

After watching Midori get some much-needed revenge, she separated him and allowed him to stay in the same space for a few more hours.

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In the end, she had created herself a bench. And by a bench, I mean she had cut down a nearby tree and used the trunk. It'd probably serve as good compost when she moved the dirt back into this big ass hole.

“I can only imagine what she'd say if she saw me now. “Wow, you're just like those widowed grandmas in the capital that have a bunch of cats or like one of those old men that watch birds. What? Stop it, Grandma, we both know you're only doing this since you don't have anything better to do. Why don't we grab some drinks at the cabaret? What? No way, there's no way I'd have you foot our bill for a tenth time in a row.” Mind your own business you nosy little crone.” As Colleen got infuriated thinking about someone she noticed the area had been too quiet for quite some time.

(“Shit, he didn't kill the little guy, did he?”) She thought while quickly scanning around.

Much to her relief, no dead goblins were in the pit. Surprisingly, they seemed quite amicable now.

Both were busy chasing each other around. Each time they approached the string limit, Midori would speed up and the goblin would do the same and experience some major whiplash by being stopped by the string and sent to the floor.

(“It's a good thing these are the dull strings or that little guy could have been sliced clean in half.”)

After the goblin, she noticed Midori's face beaming.

(“Are they friends or is he just taking advantage of the little guy?”)

They quickly ran back to the edge of the hole and Midori seemed ready to pull that stunt again. And Colleen had a smirk on her face.

The pair had run to the edge of the goblin's range and Midori once again sped up.

He looked back to watch the other goblin fall flat on his face again but he didn't stop. They both ended up colliding, from Midori slowing down to watch him and Colleen couldn't help but giggle at the little guy.

(“Hehe, serves you right you little prick.”)

Surprisingly nothing of the norm happened afterwards. They continued playing and examined the other, more tired goblins.

“Hmm, it should be about time.”

The other little goblins required about three doses of whatever she could find in the forest to make them docile and weak. She had only given them one today.

She snapped her fingers and all the goblins, except Midori, lost the strings that bound them.

They slowly began getting up and quickly set their sights on Midori, upon catching the first whiff of him.