“Yama! Who is this girl! Did you taken in a girl?” The girl said making a scene. Disturbing the flow of the village’s work. Since everyone likes drama. They want to know what is going on. Haven’t they heard curiosity killed the cat?

“We only allow people who can contribute. I found her yesterday when I went on a walk. She said she would like to help out gathering food. She says she is an expert.” I said lying. Lying in a way at least since She never told me that she was an expert. The description said she was an expert in finding food.

Both girls had sparks flying between them. The tension is high sincee both are ready to fight. What the hell is going on. I just want to talk this stuff out. Why are they ready to fight at a moments notice? Do they want to prove loyalty or something.

“Does the the washboard want to come along on our date? I mean our gathering trip.” Marigold said buffign her chest out. When she puffed her chest out the girl looked. She looked at her chest and scrunched her face. Her face was red and oh man. I didn’t think I would meet a girl who swung that way in this world.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I have known Yama for years! He wouldn’t date a cow girl.” That girl said hugging my arm. This made Marigold mad and she also hugged my arm. The difference is night and day. Marigold has fat that is wrappign around my arm. The girl has bones that are jabbing my arm.

Also, isn’t there cow demihumans? Or what was there species name again. I feel like some person will get in a fight with me based on names. Regardless is a cow girl an appropriate insult. Sure, no insult is appropriate. I just remember calling a few girls cows back on Earth. That is when I compared them to an animal. That insult is being used while throwing cow girls under the bus.

After a couple of minutes of them pickering I asked the girl if she wanted to go with us to gather berries. This ticked off marigold but the girl was happy to go with us. I was tired of hearing them trying to one up each other in weird ways. I want to hurry up and get this village more powerful. I need this small territory to become a nation.

If making a summon unit a little mad to actually make progress. Then that is a worth it in my honest opinion. I hate the idea of wasting time. Even if I have infinite lives I want to make progress in each life.

Before leaving I was told to bring the spear from my room with me. It is a cool spear. When I picked it up my skill called Nation Building. Gave me some information on the weapon. The weapon’s rarity is something called Rare. I am not sure what makes it rare but it is rare I guess.

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It had a name. The name of the spear was called Maiden’s Thruster. What is with this world and the word maiden? Maiden this maidens that. I guess I should be happy not being maidenless. Actually, I am maidenless in this demihuman body. That makes me sad a little bit. Regardless of that. The important thing is picking more food.

I need to learn what food we can collect and use for sustenance. Why do I always worry about food problems? Ignoring that I am in a constant cycle of worrying about food.

We found a new food item that is abundant. The item is a plant that is more closely to a weed. It grows everywhere. It is abudnat. What Marigold explained to me is that it may be low in calories. It will be good to use as a garnish. It is low calorie so it won’t give you an enormous amount of energy. It will help with food.

“How can a weed be useful for food? Its a plant like grass. What do you want us to eat grass?” The girl sad in an annoyed voice. I expected as much. When you tell someone new information. Especially on something they were told at an early age. Accepting the new information as fact would be hard.

“A weed would be useful it enhances the flavor right? Meat is good, but what if the meat could be even better?” Marigold said to the girl. I am listening to them but I picked up the weed and examined it.

The weed looks like a dandelion back on earth. With the main difference being gray. Also the fuzzy part; the center is hard. Not hard like stone. Just hard and tough like grass. I asked if there was a name for it. Marigold said no name was given. She even said I should give it a name. To avoid future problems of potential otherworlders. I will not give it the name dandelion.

I sat there for a second to think about a name. A name is important even when finding a new species. This name may stick around forever and ever. If I give it an embarrassing name. The name will be embarrassing to bring up.

If I give it a boring name it may change overtime. Not that boring names won’t stick around. In a professional setting it will be called that. I will have a hard time in discussing a plant in the future. Finding the balance will be tough. I just have to decide and accept the name of the new plant Marigold discovered.

“I think a good name will be Greylock. Reminds me of locks from a fantasy story I read about one time.” I said lying my ass off. By story I meant my past life. There where locked doors everywhere. Not just locked doors but locked many things that are for security.

“The girls eyes lit up. You can read? That is amazing. You might be the only one in the village that can do that.” The girls eyes sparkled.

“I can read and write. So can my master. Let me guess, the only thing you can do is speak.” Marigold said dissing the other girl with a smug look.

The white dog demihuman girl got mad and another cat fight was about to burst. I interrupted the conversation and tried to smooth things over. Thankfully they both listened to me. The fight that was about to happen simmered down. This made me tired, but only finding out about one plant is not enough. We must push onward to find out more plants.