Rikko, The young one

Rikko had never imagined that he would witness a battlefield like this, especially one where countless lives were being lost within minutes. Standing among the goblin soldiers gathered atop the Burrow Kingdom's walls, he gripped his spear tightly, his eyes following the terrifying scene unfolding before him.

Explosions erupted across the plains as magical attacks collided against the defensive barriers, sending dirt and broken pieces of stone flying into the air. The screams of wounded soldiers mixed with the roars of enormous beasts, creating a horrifying sound that made Rikko's legs tremble despite his desperate attempts to remain calm.

"Don't just stand there staring, kid! Keep your eyes on the enemy!" a voice shouted beside him.

Rikko flinched before turning toward the speaker, a young goblin wearing battered armor and carrying a sword that looked almost as long as his own body.