Puss quickly dashed through the alleys and streets of the city, running on all fours at an incredible speed.


    ‘If I were an evil thief leader who wanted to rob an orphanage that recently made a fortune in a city called San Ricardo, where would I hide?’


    He asked himself while swiftly navigating various paths.


    ‘Here, of course!’ He joked mentally as he rapidly approached a hooded figure running ahead.


    Puss was only joking—he had been following the man by his keen sense of smell.


    Speeding up and making a final leap, he extended his claws in the air like a predator.


    “Hisss!”


    He hissed, making the thief leader turn around in fear.


    “NOOOOOOO!!!” The leader screamed desperately upon seeing the sharp claws coming toward him.


    Bang!


    As the thief leader''s body hit the ground, Puss simply flicked his claw to the side, shaking off the blood.


    On the thief’s face, three symmetrical claw marks ran across his right eye, now closed… forever.


    Not that he was dead—he had simply lost sight in one eye.


    ‘That’s the price to pay for trying to lay hands on innocent children.’


    Puss thought mercilessly. Then, grabbing the thief’s collar with his left paw, he began dragging him back to the orphanage.


    As he pulled the man along, he couldn’t help but glance at his right paw, still stained with traces of blood, feeling a bit powerless.


    ‘Haah… I’ll have to wash with water. No way I’m licking this.’


    He thought, discouraged. He wasn’t a big fan of getting his fur wet.


    A short time later, he arrived in front of the orphanage, where a crowd had gathered, watching the guards tie up the criminals with astonished faces.


    “Did you hear? A kid single-handedly defended the orphanage and took down all the bandits.”


    “Yes, I heard that…”


    The people around were gossiping nonstop, but when they heard something being dragged behind them, they turned to see a young ginger cat pulling along a large and fierce hooded man.


    “?Dios mío!” The crowd gasped, and several exclamations burst out, drawing everyone’s attention.


    A path quickly opened, allowing Puss to pass through, his face serious.


    “?Peque?o!!” A cry came, and before Puss could react, he was being tightly hugged.


    “Peque?o, I was so worried.” Imelda’s voice came as she buried her face in Puss’s small shoulder, squeezing him tightly.


    That was when he felt his shoulder was slightly wet, and a pang of anguish struck him for the woman he indifferently called mama.


    “I’m fine, mama. Not a single blade even touched my body!”


    Puss reassured her, gently patting her shoulder with his paw.


    What he didn’t expect was that not only Imelda but also the surrounding crowd had heard him. They stared at him intently and soon realized—there was nothing, not even a single scratch. His fur still looked well-groomed and normal. He wasn’t even panting or tired.


    Imelda, too, snapped out of her emotions upon hearing his words. With her eyes still wet, she pulled away and examined his body closely, searching for any wounds.


    “Peque?o, don’t hide anything from mama. Are you hurt anywhere? Does anything hurt? Come on, we need to go to the doctor to check on you.”


    She said, getting increasingly worried as she searched.


    Puss watched her helplessly as she held him up by the armpits, just like one would lift a cat to check its belly.


    Giving her a consoling pat on the hand, he then made a little effort, freed himself from her grip, and landed gracefully on the ground.


    “I’m not lying, mama. I’m used to fighting against groups. I’ve never been wounded in any fight.”


    Puss said, boasting a little but also reassuring her.


    “He’s right, se?ora.” A voice suddenly came, drawing their attention.


    The commander, wearing a fine silver armor, approached them. His armor, sword, and equipment looked far more luxurious than they had six months ago.


    “Puss.” He nodded in greeting.


    “Comandante.” Puss greeted back with familiarity.


    “Se?ora, what he says is true. He can defeat squads of soldiers on his own, and not a single blade has ever touched him. If I may be blunt… he is a monster.”


    “Hey!” Puss and Imelda said in unison at the insult.


    “Cough! Sorry!” The commander coughed into his fist, embarrassed.


    But then he shook his head and looked at the thief Puss had brought.


    “You did something truly heroic this time, kid. These thieves belong to the Pink Hamster Gang. They are infamous for their cruelty and wickedness. And if I’m not mistaken…”


    He said, unsheathing his sword and slicing the leader’s clothes near his neck, revealing a tattoo of a pink hamster eating a cookie.


    “This is the very leader of the Pink Hamster Gang—the Pink Hamster himself.”


    The commander said solemnly, but the name of the gang almost made Puss have a breakdown.


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    ‘Seriously? The first gang I take down and the one that will mark the beginning of my legend is the Pink Hamster Gang?!’


    Puss’s lips twitched fiercely, but in the end, he just sighed.


    ‘Haah… what’s done is done. Either way, I couldn’t just let them do whatever they wanted with the orphanage.’


    After consoling himself, he looked at the commander.


    “I haven’t eaten yet. Can I leave everything to you?”


    Puss asked, scratching his ear. He was starting to feel a little hungry.


    “Of course, you’ve done more than enough today. You’re a hero, kid. Go have your glass of milk with pride.”


    The commander said with a proud smile at the young cat he had watched grow.


    Puss, who had already started walking away the moment he heard the commander’s “Of course,” simply raised his arm to the side, giving a thumbs-up at the commander’s final words.


    “Don’t worry, I will.”


    He said, unconcerned.


    Puss quickly dashed through the alleys and streets of the city, running on all fours at an incredible speed.


    ''If I were an evil thief leader who wanted to rob an orphanage that recently made a fortune in a city called San Ricardo, where would I hide?''


    He asked himself while swiftly navigating various paths.


    ''Here, of course!'' He joked mentally as he rapidly approached a hooded figure running ahead.


    Puss was only joking—he had been following the man by his keen sense of smell.


    Speeding up and making a final leap, he extended his claws in the air like a predator.


    "Hisss!"


    He hissed, making the thief leader turn around in fear.


    "AHHHH!!!" The leader screamed in desperation as the sharp claws grew before his eyes


    Bang!


    As the thief leader''s body hit the ground, Puss simply flicked his claw to the side, shaking off the blood.


    On the thief''s face, five symmetrical claw marks ran across his right eye, now closed… forever.


    Not that he was dead—he had simply lost sight in one eye.


    ''That''s the price to pay for trying to lay hands on innocent children.''


    Puss thought mercilessly. Then, grabbing the thief''s collar with his left paw, he began dragging him back to the orphanage.


    As he pulled the man along, he couldn''t help but glance at his right paw, still stained with traces of blood, feeling a bit powerless.


    ''Haah… I''ll have to wash with water. No way I''m licking this.''


    He thought, discouraged. He wasn''t a big fan of getting his fur wet.


    A short time later, he arrived in front of the orphanage, where a crowd had gathered, watching the guards tie up the criminals with astonished faces.


    "Did you hear? A kid single-handedly defended the orphanage and took down all the bandits."


    "Yes, I heard that…"


    The people around were gossiping nonstop, but when they heard something being dragged behind them, they turned to see a young ginger cat pulling along a large and fierce hooded man.


    "Dios mío!!" The crowd gasped, and several exclamations burst out, drawing everyone''s attention.


    A path quickly opened, allowing Puss to pass through, his face serious.


    "Peque?o!!" A cry came, and before Puss could react, he was being tightly hugged.


    "Peque?o, I was so worried." Imelda''s voice came as she buried her face in Puss''s small shoulder, squeezing him tightly.


    That was when he felt his shoulder was slightly wet, and a pang of anguish struck him for the woman he indifferently called mama.


    "I''m fine, mama. Not a single blade even touched my body!"


    Puss reassured her, gently patting her shoulder with his paw.


    What he didn''t expect was that not only Imelda but also the surrounding crowd had heard him. They stared at him intently and soon realized—there was nothing, not even a single scratch. His fur still looked well-groomed and normal. He wasn''t even panting or tired.


    Imelda, too, snapped out of her emotions upon hearing his words. With her eyes still wet, she pulled away and examined his body closely, searching for any wounds.


    "Peque?o, don''t hide anything from mama. Are you hurt anywhere? Does anything hurt? Come on, we need to go to the doctor to check on you."


    She said, getting increasingly worried as she searched.


    Puss watched her helplessly as she held him up by the armpits, just like one would lift a cat to check its belly.


    Giving her a consoling pat on the hand, he then made a little effort, freed himself from her grip, and landed gracefully on the ground.


    "I''m not lying, mama. I''m used to fighting against groups. I''ve never been wounded in any fight."


    Puss said, boasting a little but also reassuring her.


    "He''s right, se?ora." A voice suddenly came, drawing their attention.


    The commander, wearing a finely crafted armor, approached them. His armor, sword, and equipment looked far more refined than they had six months ago.


    "Puss." He nodded in greeting.


    "Comandante." Puss greeted back with familiarity.


    "Se?ora, what he says is true. He can defeat squads of soldiers on his own, and not a single blade has ever touched him. If I may be blunt… he is a monster."


    "Hey!" Puss and Imelda said in unison at the insult.


    "Cough! Sorry!" The commander coughed into his fist, embarrassed.


    But then he shook his head and looked at the thief Puss had brought.


    "You did something truly heroic this time, kid. These thieves belong to the Pink Hamster Gang. They are infamous for their cruelty and wickedness. And if I''m not mistaken…"


    He said, unsheathing his sword and slicing the leader''s clothes near his neck, revealing a tattoo of a pink hamster eating a cookie.


    "This is the very leader of the Pink Hamster Gang—the Pink Hamster himself."


    The commander said solemnly, but the name of the gang almost made Puss have a breakdown.


    ''Seriously? The first gang I take down and the one that will mark the beginning of my legend is the Pink Hamster Gang?!''


    Puss''s lips twitched fiercely, but in the end, he just sighed.


    ''Haah… what''s done is done. Either way, I couldn''t just let them do whatever they wanted with the orphanage.''


    After consoling himself, he looked at the commander.


    "I haven''t eaten yet. Can I leave everything to you?"


    Puss asked, scratching his ear. He was starting to feel a little hungry.


    "Of course, you''ve done more than enough today. You''re a hero, kid. Go have your glass of milk with pride."


    The commander said with a proud smile at the young cat he had watched grow.


    Puss, who had already started walking away the moment he heard the commander''s "Of course," simply raised his arm to the side, giving a thumbs-up at the commander''s final words.


    "Don''t worry, I will."


    He said, unconcerned.


    "Oh, one last thing! Tomorrow, I''ll send a message to the governor requesting the bounty. This gang has a nice price on their heads. I''ll deliver it to you when it arrives!"


    The commander shouted toward Puss''s back, but by then, he had already entered the orphanage, not bothering to listen to the rest.


    "That boy…" Imelda shook her head, amused by Puss''s antics.


    "It''s fine. He''s a good kid." The commander said with a smile, unconcerned.


    Imelda looked at the commander and smiled upon hearing him praise Puss and also seeing how well he took care of her peque?o.


    "Comandante, would you like to come in and have something to eat?" Imelda smiled kindly and offered.


    The commander was caught off guard by the question, but when he turned and saw Imelda''s gentle smile, something seemed to stir in his heart.


    With a slightly reddened face, he quickly waved his hands.


    "No, no, se?ora, I still have a lot to handle at the barracks. I… well… good morning, se?ora!"


    He said somewhat flustered and quickly fled.


    Imelda looked at him, confused, then turned her gaze to the bright moon in the sky.


    "Good… morning?"


    …


    What none of them realized was that the entire crowd had heard everything, and the legend of an untouched-by-blades cat, capable of taking down gangs and squadrons of soldiers alone, began to spread through the city. And soon, it would reach the entire region.


    But even those who spread such tales about Puss could not have imagined that this was only…


    … The beginning of his legend.