I trudged back to the village carrying a now foul-smelling carcass behind me. People turned to look in amazement; or they just wondered what that smell was. I went into my house. "Welcome back Gastronome!" Musashi squealed. "Nya! What is that stench?" he asked covering his nose. "Hi Musashi" I mumbled. "I have been dragging this body with me for hours." "Why didn't you just carve off the good parts?" he asked. "What?!? You mean I could have just carried back a few claws and some scales?" I cried. "Agh...I need a drink" I said, trying to calm down. "Take the rest of the day off." "Thank you Gastronome!" Musashi purred in delight.
As I entered the Guild Hall, the chief greeted me. "How'd the hunt go young'n?" he asked. "Pretty good." I said. "Are there any more?" The old man pulled a list out of his pocket. "Well, here's one for ya; Slay a Kut-Ku" He handed me a slip with the quest information on it. a Kut-Ku? What in the world was that? I decided to find out. I paid my fee, washed up, and gathered my usual supplies. I once again headed out of the village. This time, I headed for the jungle.
I had walked for almost a day. I had finally reached the jungle; a huge waterfall lay before me. It seemed like everywhere I went lately had a beautiful sight...and blood-thirsty monsters. I set up camp on the cliff near the waterfall. There was a box next to where I set up camp. It had a note on it. "New items in here" it read. "Hope they come in handy." the village chief had sent them.
The next morning, I awoke to find my sleeping bag completely drenched. The mist off of the water fall had settled on it. I ate some breakfast Musashi had sent with me, and went to see what was in the box. The usual; potions, rations, whetstones, and something new. A pitfall trap and Barrel bombs. The trap had instructions. Lay disc on ground. Twist timer ring. Lead wyvern onto trap. "Simple" I said. With that, I set off into the jungle.
The air was thick, and heavy. And the foliage made vision over distances impossible. I looked at the flyer. "It's pink?" I said to my self. "At least it will be easy to see. I walked on through the jungle. As I stopped to take a break, I heard a flock of birds fly from the trees. The trees were shaking. Something was getting nearer. I sprang up, and ran through the trees unknowingly, headlong into danger.
As I ran towards whatever had been here, a pink flash flew from the sky, tackling me to the ground. Large monsters tackling me to the ground; this seemed to be a common occurrence for me. I stared into the face of a large pink monster, almost as big as the red one that killed all of those velociprey. Bright pink scales covered its body; a huge beak took the place of jaws. The wyvern's ears fanned out as it screamed in my face. I unsheathed my blade, and jammed it deep in the wyvern's foot. It let out a yelp as it tumbled backwards. I shot into action. I lunged forward and struck the wyvern on its side; expecting my blade to go through. Instead, it bounced off the thick hide, sending me whirling to the ground. My blade had been chipped.
I rolled out of the way as a beak came smashing to the ground. I jumped between its legs, and kept running behind it. It turned around and started chasing me. I shakily pulled out a whetstone from my bag, and roughly sharpened the blade as I kept running. Not a perfect sharpen, but it would have to do. I dove to the side, as the wyvern skidded to a halt, and turned to me. I thrusted my blade upward, puncturing the stomach of the beast. It cried out in pain as blood spilled from the wound. The infuriated wyvern swung around, whipping its tail into me. I spun through the air, and landed at the base of a tree trunk. The wyvern pounced on me. My body sunk into the soft slush of mud under the sheer weight of the wyvern. Somehow, I managed to free my arm form under the foot of the wyvern, and whipped it through the air, slashing its face. It stumbled back a few yards. I looked up at a huge mangrove tree. I was good at climbing trees. I often did it when I was a youth. Maybe I could use it as an advantage.
The wyvern let out a cry, and ran towards me slinging fireballs from its mouth to either side. I dodged out of the charge, the wyvern hit the tree. I jumped on its head, and climbed up the tree; one hand at a time. I finally reached a high point. The wyvern below staggered from the impact, screeching loudly. I judged the distance. I could survive the jump, but the Kut-ku couldn't.
I ran across the branch, and dove into the air. I felt weightless as time seemed to stop before gravity took me back down to earth. I held my blade tightly with the point facing down. I collided with the monster, burying my blade deep in its beak. My momentum had forced the blade through the beak, and the hilt was caught on what seemed to be its tongue. I stood up on the shaking wyvern's head, pulling my blade as hard as I could. At last, the hilt burst through the top of the beak, and hit me in the head, making me dizzy. The wyvern threw its head back in agony screaming to the heavens. I flew up in the air, and came down again, stabbing the creature in the eye. I held on the sword, as the wyvern shook. I couldn't take it any more.
I let go, being flung into the air. I landed on a rock. With a sickening crack, I held my side, trying to overcome the pain of a broken rib. The wyvern, lifted of my weight, stumbled around for a bit. Before I knew it, the beast had fallen to the ground again. Its head bowed. I got up; infuriated. I walked up to the wyvern, placed my foot in its eye, and kicked the protruding blade deeper into the monster's head; splitting its brain. Its eyes glazed over and its ears folded back as it fell to the ground.
After much digging, and pulling, I freed my sword from the monster's right eye. I made sure to carve off the largest, most valuable looking parts like the body plates, the severed beak, and ears. I hacked my way out of the dense undergrowth out into the open air. I gathered up all of my materials, took one last look at the waterfall, and went on my way.