( Buhara’s POV )


    Kronos was not the only one who had unfinished business in other parts of the universe, as Buhara also had unfinishedmitments of his own.


    As he returned to his Orc Vige for the first time in over a year, Buhara was pretty excited to meet his friends and family who had all seen him off to the university with pride and gusto.


    "Oye! Duhara, look— Buhara is back! That weakling is home!" Guhara told Duhara, as Buhara’s two childhood friends who were working in the fields just outside the Orc Vige, spotted their friends return before anyone else.


    "GUHARA! DUHARA!" Buhara greeted, as his two friends dropped their plowing tools and charged towards their returning friend.


    "BRING IT–" said Buhara, his facial expressions confident as he nted his feet and prepared for the traditional Orc greeting.


    "Urararararara–" shouted Duhara and Guhara at once as they ran at their top speed towards Buhara with the intention of shoulder tackling him to the ground.


    The closer the duo approached, the more momentum they gained until theyunched themselves in the air, with the intention to tackle Buhara to the floor.


    *Thud*


    *Thud*


    Unfortunately, to the extreme surprise of Duhara and Guhara, the two of them could not tackle Buhara to the ground as when they tried tackling him, Buhara did not budge an inch and instead stood firm.


    "On the chief’s beard….. Buhara is strong now"


    "On the chief’s weapon….. Buhara can no longer be called puny Buhara"


    Duhara and Guhara noted, as Buharaughed out loud.


    "HAHAHAHA— Call me Mighty Buhara now!" Buhara demanded, as his two friends began worshiping him immediately.


    "We hail Mighty Buhara"


    "We support mighty Buhara as the next vige chief"


    The duo said, as Buhara wrapped his hands around their shoulders and started to merrily walk towards the vige.


    Buhara’s home vige was called Goruk-Tor, a small but bustling Orc settlement nestled in a valley surrounded by jagged mountains.


    The vige was a collection of sturdy, stone huts with thatched roofs, built to withstand the harsh weather and asional raids from neighboring tribes.


    At first nce, the most impressive feature of the vige seemed to be the central bonfire, where the vigers gathered for meals and celebrations, however, the real speciality of Goruk-Tor were the series of cksmith forges located in the vige which made it a popr destination for crafting weapons.


    The air of Goruk-Tor was always filled with the sounds of nging metal from the cksmith’s forge, the rhythmic thud of hammers against anvils, and the chatter of Orcs going about their daily lives.


    Life in Goruk-Tor was simple but harsh. The average Orc in the vige spent their days working in the fields or hunting in the dense forests that surrounded the valley.


    Strength was valued above all in the Orc society, and every Orc, young or old, was expected to contribute to the vige’s survival.


    Children were trained to hunt from an early age, learning the ways ofbat and the lore of their ancestors.


    Yet, despite the rough lifestyle, there was a strong sense ofmunity among the Orcs.


    They worked, fought, and celebrated together, with the vige elders leading rituals and recounting tales of legendary Orc warriors. The bonds of family and friendship were unbreakable, and even in times of hardship, the Orcs of Goruk-Tor stood together, resilient and proud.


    Hence when Buhara, son of the vige chief and one of the darlings of the vige returned to Goruk-Tor after a year, the excitement amongst the vigers was palpable.


    "Look at him now!" shouted an older Orc woman, her eyes wide with amazement. "Buhara’s grown so big! Did they feed you nothing but dragon meat at that university?" She inquired, as she looked genuinely amazed to see Buhara’s rippling muscles.


    Another Orc, a burly cksmith with arms like tree trunks, chuckled as he pointed at Buhara’s broad shoulders. "If Buhara keeps growing like this, we’ll need to widen the doorframes of his father’s hut! The chief’s son won’t fit through anymore!"


    "Or maybe," a cheeky young female Orc piped up, grinning mischievously, "he’s gotten so strong to carry his future wife over the threshold! Eh, Buhara? When’s the wedding, sister Sohara misses you dearly~"


    Thisment drew heartyughs from the crowd, with a few of the younger Orcs elbowing each other and winking at Buhara. "Better get started on making some little warriors of your own, Buhara!" another called out, earning a yful smack from his neighbor.


    Listening to all thesements, Buhara felt his face flush with embarrassment, as he could onlyugh along with the rest of them.


    "Let me meet my father first before I seek out Sohara!" he bellowed, as he made his way back to his hut.


    Naturally, the lighthearted banter continued as the vigers swarmed around Buhara, eager to wee him back with all the warmth and humor that made Goruk-Tor a true home and they only paused when the vige chief rushed out of his hut to greet his returning son.


    "Chief–"


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    "Chief!"


    "Chief–"


    The vigers immediately bowed in respect at the sight of Buhara’s father who was the strongest warrior in Goruk-Tor.


    His red skin was covered in scars throughout, which were proof of the sacrifices he had made for the wellbeing of the vige and the countless life and death battles that he had fought and won.


    The respect that Buhara’s fathermanded was not because of fear but rather love, as there was not a single viger in Goruk-Tor who would not die to keep the Vige Chief safe.


    "Chief–" Buhara said, bowing his head as his father embraced him warmly.


    "You’re a climber now Buhara. You don’t have to call me chief anymore" His father reminded as he hugged his son tighter.


    Although he did not show it often, he was the one who had probably missed Buhara the most over the past year and was the one who was the happiest at his unexpected return today.