While the crowd gathered in front of the tent spoke among themselves, Sulky Face hardened her voice and called out to the group.

"You will soon enter the chef's tent. If you want to go out alive out of the tent, you will not make a noise no matter what happens inside. If an order is given, you will obey without question. "

By the end of the conversation, the angry-eyed guard orc, dressed in armor made of leather, came out. As he looked at the crowd gathered in front of the tent, he rolled his eyes in a humiliating manner and called out.

"Come in one by one!"

Due to the Sulky Face's severe warning, the warrior's attitude leaving the tent, and the aura emitted by the adult Orcs standing on either side of the door, the newborn Orcs began to enter the tent in fear.

Nafız was in the middle of the group. When her turn came to her and entered, she saw that those before her were kneeling in the tent. Staring blankly, a sentry holding her arm threw her into the middle group.

Although the Orcs were beings of low intelligence, they understood that they had to kneel in the same place because of the atmosphere inside the tent.

While waiting for the newborns outside to enter, Nafız had the opportunity to examine the tent. The fact that the big red tent, unlike the others, consisted of one color should have been a sign of authority.

It was different from other tents set up with a base rising from the middle. This structure, which has a more complex design, where beams attach many poles on the sides, served as a source of pride for the Chief.

"Begin"

With the old orc's speech, the guards took the first newborn that came to their hands and led them forward. Turning his gaze towards the source of the sound, Nafız first saw the old orc standing in the middle, then two younger-looking male orcs standing to his right and left.

While these men sitting at the end of the tent stared at the newborn group with stern eyes, they were also busy eating the meat in front of them.

The three Orcs have a striking feature; the fur on them. The old orc wore white bear fur with no lower chin, while the orc on his right wore tiger fur. The orc coat, relatively younger than the other two, was a gray wolf on the left.

"The grandson of our tribal chief will test your strength, the son of our chief will determine your position, and our chief will bestow your name, which you will carry until you die."

After the warrior announcement, newborns understood why they were here. While the face of the majority was excited, Nafız was in trouble. Nafız had a phobia about the name. While his parents wanted to put the name Nafız in a sense mentioned above on their first boy, the officer wrote Nafız and passed it on.

While her old traumas disturbed Nafız, the sound of a slap echoed around the tent. The slap of the orc-wearing wolf fur on the standing newborn erased all thoughts in Nafız's mind. The fur-wearing orc laughed as the newborn, knocked down by the slap of an adult orc, trembled with fear.

"Thick Fang, you bastard!"

"He just thinks about his fun!"

Judging by the muttering of the Orcs waiting in the tent, they were tired of watching this show. The newborns' name feast became a ceremony to satisfy the Chief's grandson Thick Fang's desires. However, they had to serve faithfully; what happened annoyed some.

"Supplies department, Froster."

The orc, wearing tiger fur, looked at the newborn on the ground and said his duty.

"Yes, Tiger Heart."

There were three more Orcs cross-legged on the corner, one of them answered. The person speaking was the orc called Pigtail, responsible for supplies. He sent the orc to retrieve the newborn lying on the ground next to him without wasting time.

The two Orcs beside him laughed when he sent his subordinate, fearing that the orc that fell to the ground would hurt further.

"Sharp Eye, Mad Ax, when there is no one left to clean up the mess of your teams, will you be able to laugh like that?"

Pigtail's words were enough to silence the two orcs. Although the head of the warriors was Mad Ax and the head of the hunters was an ant that he could crush at any moment, this time, they ignored his attitude.

While all the dirty work and needs of their team were taken care of by the supplies company, they thought they could do that. Knowing that this would certainly not be the case if the shortage of staff of the Quartermaster had not directly affected them, Pigtail said nothing else.

The newborn, who stood up with the supplies company subordinate's help, turned to the Chief to get his name. Looking at the newborn from his seat, the Chief spoke with boredom as if he would do the world's most challenging job.

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"Falling Leaf!"

When Falling Leaf reached where the supplies section was sitting, Nafız began to think of the scenario that awaited her. A slap, followed by a punch and another newborn falling to the ground.

Tiger Heart spoke again.

"Hunter"

Sharp Eye was smiling as he looked at the newborn lying on the ground. Those who were destroyed by being slapped were assigned as quartermasters, destroyed by fists as hunters, and falling by kicking as soldiers. After a few rounds, this system proved to be no wonder.

Despite the known classification style, Tiger Heart's announcement of the duties attracted Nafız's interest. It was interesting that only those who went to the supplies department stated their work. He seemed to be making a special effort to humiliate the supplies department.

When it came to Nafız, the work to be done by more than half of the group was determined. While Thick Fang was resting to taste the fatty meat, Nafız's walk was completed.

Thick Fang finished his meal, turned around, and when he saw Nafız, he began to laugh in laughter. After laughing for a long time, Thick Fang spoke, looking at Nafız, who has physical characteristics far behind the average newborn.

"How dare you to bring this poor being before me? First, I will kill this with a slap; then, I will deal with whoever this fault is."

Nafız trembled with fear as Thick Fang walked towards her with the murderous intent in her eyes. In her previous life, death came suddenly, the first time she was experiencing the fear she now felt. Her life would be taken with a shot of this wild creature, and there was nothing she could do.

As she closed her eyes and waited for death, a voice came from the department head.

"Chief Ayıboğan! We have no Orcs in my supplies department, so please don't waste our resources."

When Pigtail uttered these words, the Thick Fang slap was about to hit. Tiger Heart stood up and shouted at the head of the supplies department.

"Who do you think you are? Those who break the sacred ceremony are punished."

After Tiger Heart finished his words, a hoarse voice was heard from his left.

"Say the newborn's duty."

The sound may not be loud enough, but its strength was enough to make everyone in the tent shudder. The speaking person wore a white bear fur, and his braided beard stretched out from under his chin. Although it was easily seen that his body was weakened, it was enough to frighten those around him with the aura he radiated.

Known as Ayıboğan, this orc ruled as the Chief of the tribe for a hundred years. No one would not listen to what came out of his mouth, including his son.

Tiger Heart spoke as Thick Fang looked at his father with confused eyes.

"Supplies department, shit cleaner."

Tiger Heart sat down, but his gaze was on Pigtail. If he was capable of killing with his eyes, a massacre was happening inside the tent right now.

Pigtail gratefully greeted the Chief and took his place. Ayıboğan did not bother looking at Nafız; he murmured his words as a blessing to the poor before him.

"Shaky"

Nafız was unable to move when the assistant of the supplies department came to pick her up. Her fear of death was nothing like the movies she watched or the novels she read. She felt that her blood was not spilling, her limbs were paralyzed, and her brain stopped thinking. Like a dry tree branch, she came to the supplies section in the arms of the assistant orc.

After this strange event, the ceremony continued, but Thick Fang did not seem to stop without taking revenge for his humiliation. He was waiting for the next newborn, eager to kill at the first slap.

At the same time, an Orc walks from where the newborns sat, amazed the whole tent. The person standing in front of Thick Fang, wobbling, was not much like the previous ones. Looking at the newborn as advanced as an adult Orc, the Thick Fang felt another humiliation.

The fangs, which he took his name for and boasted as his most significant feature, were slightly thinner than the teeth of the newborn orc. Although the difference was only noticed when looking very carefully, the Thick Fang got angry because the other was an infant.

"I have to kill! I have to kill this orc no matter what."

With his thoughts' ambition, he stuck his fist in the face of the big-headed orc in front of him. Everyone heard the sound of bone-breaking, and the punched orc fell back a few steps and fell to the ground.

The loudness of the sound was extraordinary, everyone was struggling to see the orc's condition on the ground, but some were looking elsewhere. Department heads, the Chief's son, and the Chief, unlike everyone else, turned their attention to Thick Fang. These experienced Orcs had seen everything, but they insisted on not believing their eyes.

The grandson of the Chief did not obey the ritual rules, and instead of slapping, he punched directly, broke the skull of the newborn, and fell to the ground. Seeing that this should-have scene did not happen, Tiger Heart jumped forward to save the situation.

"Thick Fang, I guess newborns can't handle your might. Can you show mercy and give up to a warrior weaker than you? "

Thick Fang replied with an unpleasant expression.

"I have to follow your orders after you ask like this"

After he finished his words, he walked quickly out of the tent, saluting the Chief, and did not lift his head off the ground until he got out of the big leather door. Most of the tent's Orcs appreciated the grace of the Tiger Heart, but the chief and department heads were initially thinking about the strange event.

The best-groomed adult orc, the Chief's grandson, punched the newborn in all his anger. As a result, while the newborn was thrown back a few steps and fell due to his head's size, the hand of the Thick Tooth, which had been punching, was broken.

Of course, Tiger Heart was one of the first to understand what happened. After his son's exit, he gave the task of the orc lying on the ground.

"Supplies department, shit cleaner."

The two assistants of Pigtail appeared next to the orc lying on the ground as soon as the word quartermaster came out of Tiger Heart. The two Orcs, who quietly bowed to the newborn's ear and said, "Don't move, close your eyes," turned to the Chief like everyone else to be named.

The Chief, who had seemed bored from the beginning of the ritual, was confused and angry.

"Shaking Head"

When the Chief named the orc lying on the ground, two assistants from the supplies section took the Shaking Head sideways and mingled with the crowd behind the Pigtail. The Mad Ax was upset while watching this scene. Such a body was a must-have material in the warrior ranks, and now he would only have to deal with the shit collecting business.

The ceremony proceeded routinely, taking about another hour. After the newborns were named, the department heads left the tent with their staff. Chief Ayıboğan got up from his seat during the day, stretched his numb body, and spoke at the door.

"How long will you stay there?"

After these words, a shadow entered the tent door.

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Even if you are the strongest person in the world, you will lose against your loved one.

Oscar Wilde