Human Squad

Observing the training Goblins outside, Goburo felt as if lifetimes had passed. The sudden influx of centuries' worth of memories caused mental strain - the sheer volume of knowledge acquired over 140 years overwhelmed him momentarily.

After recovering, Goburo emerged from the cave. The crude facilities now seemed intolerable, having grown accustomed to the Oni's magnificent architecture and elven landscapes in his memories. Though the camp had improved under his leadership, it remained fundamentally squalid.

Recognizing immediate transformation was impossible, Goburo turned his attention to the valley's depths. The monthly tribute to the lake monster approached - perhaps escape from the valley was now feasible.

As he exited, Gobli approached eagerly: "Boss, try my new roast!"

She presented a golden-brown rabbit leg while studying Goburo intently. Had he grown larger? Become more handsome?

Noticing her gaze, Goburo accepted the offering, devouring it in one bite. The crispy exterior yielded to tender, juicy meat complemented by special fruit sauce - quite delectable.

"Impressive. Nearly matching my skills," he praised.

Gobli blushed at the compliment.

"I must depart on business. Continue your work."

"Yes, boss!"

Following his memories, Goburo left the valley toward the swamp. Familiar scenery reinforced his sense of déjà vu, leading him swiftly to his destination.

Soon, crocodiles disguised as logs came into view, alongside a four-member human adventurer party. Though the cute priestess stirred something within him, Goburo remained concealed, preferring anonymity.

The crocodiles might not even best this party. Midway through the swamp, an ambush occurred - poorly executed against the party's warrior. Though the initial bite penetrated leather armor, panic-induced sword swings accidentally struck the crocodile's eye, forcing release.

The party rallied - dispatching the attacker, healing wounds, and harvesting valuable parts. Observing from shadows, Goburo nodded approvingly before effortlessly snapping the neck of a would-be ambusher.

Meanwhile, the human party faced crisis. Blood attracted surrounding crocodiles. Goburo shook his head - too slow, too inexperienced. These humans would likely perish today. Perhaps relocating his Goblins here would be wise.

Turning to leave, a realization struck: 'Goblins learn quickly but know little. Training even a dozen requires significant time. These humans, with diverse professions, could teach more efficiently than my limited warrior expertise.'

Reassessing the situation, Goburo noted the party's dire straits - bloodied and exhausted, barely holding on. This wouldn't do - these were future instructors, precious assets!

In an instant, Goburo charged forth. The crocodiles froze mid-assault.

The humans, initially confused by the crocodiles' sudden stillness, followed the priestess' terrified gaze to the three-meter green behemoth before them. Certain death seemed imminent.

However, the giant's actions defied expectations - slaughtering crocodiles bare-handed while sparing the humans.