"Ah!"
Xiulote cried out in surprise, about to pull out the Obsidian Dagger from his bosom, but Alisa gently restrained him.
"Xiulote, don't worry, it's Little Green!"
"Eh? Little Green? It's gotten so big!"
Xiulote blinked. Little Green hadn't stopped, and by now, it had coiled around his waist. Then it poked its head out and gently hooked around the young man's neck, resting its head against Xiulote's face and forming a simple exclamation mark, "!"
"Hiss!"
The icy touch invigorated Xiulote. He slightly turned his head, staring at Little Green's familiar vertical pupils, and old memories surged into his mind. Little Green had accompanied him during the seven days of confinement by the elders and had also been with him in the capital city for a long and eventful year.
In Xiulote's memory, Little Green was as thick as a stick, over half a meter long, only capable of hunting frogs. But now, the Little Green before him had become a king of the waters, able to hunt big fish!
