After several minutes of nothing interesting taking place, she realised she didn't even know how goblins normally went about their day in the first place.

(“Ugh, I am gonna have to follow around a regular goblin after this?”) She wondered, hiding behind a tree.

After lamenting how boring that would be, something finally began to happen. She heard screeching and looked around the three to see.

The little goblin, whom she is going to call Midori for the time being, encountered other goblins. They all had bald heads so they appeared to be regular goblins. They seemed to be throwing a hissy fit over something, while Midori stood there in silence.

“What the hell are you guys mad about?” She said to herself.

They all began surrounding Midori. By her count there were six, some smaller, some taller than him, gathered.

One wasted no time biting his shoulder. He tried to push them but another started biting his head. And another.

“Shit, no wonder you don't see many of these guys. I guess the difference is enough for regular goblins to tell.”

She felt bad for the little guy. Okay, that was a lie. She felt annoyed seeing something she spared so quickly find itself in danger yet again. But this was nature at work. She wouldn't help a bear cub if it was being attacked by wolves and that same logic applied to this goblin.

The other goblins had begun picking up stones and hitting Midori with them.

(“That explains the wounds that weren't bite marks.”)

After the mini-sized beating, the goblins soon grew bored and walked away.

(“Well, it's good that we don't have too many children in the area. These little bastards might actually be brave enough to go out and attack them.”)

After watching that, she was more than satisfied with her observation and went home.

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Another year passed and she hadn't seen any of the unique-looking goblins since she saw… what was his name? Mid-something or another. Regardless, it was likely they all died out.

So it came as a shock when she came home one day and saw a little green goblin at her door.

It turned around after hearing her footsteps.

She tilted her head and stared at him. He walked up to her and hugged her leg.

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“Huh?” She muttered. She looked around wondering if this was a joke of some kind but nothing stood out to her, nor was the mana in the area awry.

She pushed him back and he struggled to hold on to her leg. He was now slightly taller than her knee and his hair was dirty to the point it became brown. She highly doubted this was the same one she had found in the forest.

It wasn't aggressive, so there was no point in killing him but she didn't feel particularly glad having him so close to her own home.

She shrugged her shoulders and picked him up. He didn't fight it and went as limp as a kitten being lifted by its mother.

“You should be lucky I'm retired, or I might have killed you to reinforce my conditioning.”

The little green goblin paid no attention to her and tried to climb her hand when given the opportunity. She had to keep shaking him for him to stop.

30 minutes later.

After walking in a random direction in a nearby forest, she placed him on the ground.

“Go on, fuck off.” She said as she shooed him with her hands. He started imitating her hand movements and she stopped herself smacking him up the back of his head, (though her hand did come with mere centimetres of his head.)

She began walking and as before the little creature began following her.

She turned around and allowed it to approach. When it came within range she swept its legs and quickly ran off.

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3 days later.

There he was. At her door. He looked to be pushing on it. Of course with her door locked, he'd likely die before he had any chance of entering her home.

(“Maybe this one's defective? They do possess his genes after all.”)

She slowly walked up behind, and using more drastic measures, she wrapped him in a glowing string, binding him completely.

(“Maybe I should throw him in a river…”)

And so that's what she did. She went to a nearby river, found a log, carved out into a rough-looking canoe (Well, canoe is generous. All she did was carve out enough space for him in a log and made sure it didn't tip over when she placed it in the water) and placed him in it while restricted. Why did she do something as time-consuming as carving a canoe? With her talents, it took less than five minutes to make.

She watched as it floated with the restricted goblin inside.

“Hmm, I think my magic should last about 5 hours if I don't cancel. Hopefully, that's enough time for him to float the next state over.”

She dusted off her hands and walked off.

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1 month later.

Before her door was a-

She rubbed her forehead as she caught sight of him.

(“It has to be a different one right? This can't be the same one doing this shit.”)

She walked past him and went into her house. After a few minutes, she came out with a mortar pestle that possessed a dark substance. She grabbed him by the neck and placed him on the ground. With his back exposed, she used the pestle as a paintbrush and placed the substance against his back.

She made a smiley face on his back and waited several minutes for it to dry.

After doing so, she cut down a tree she thought was an eyesore to make a canoe and sent him down a local river.

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3 weeks later.