The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe

Chapter 425: FATHER’S DAY SPECIAL 8: A Crowd of Children

The Evening of the Second Day

The sun had long since sank below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of deep purple and indigo before finally surrendering to the velvet darkness of night.

The air was crisp, with the scent of fresh greenery and the faint sweetness of flowers that bloomed only under the light of the moon.

Lanterns and glowing orbs had been strung throughout the trees of Verdant Spire, casting a warm and inviting glow over the entire village.

The preparations were going well, and Verdant Spire had been chosen as the venue where the celebration would be held.

It was a fitting choice: the ancient trees and sprawling canopy provided a natural grandeur that few man-made structure could replicate, and the open spaces between the massive trunks offered plenty of room for the gathering.

The children had worked tirelessly over the past two days, transforming the village into a festival ground that would have made even the most meticulous event planner proud.

The decorations were everywhere; garlands of flowers and woven vines draped across branches, glowing crystals that fluctuated with soft light, intricate banners bearing symbols and sigils that represented the family.

The music had been arranged by the siblings with a talent for melody, their instruments filling the air with harmonious tunes that drifted through the trees like a gentle breeze.

The food—courtesy of Tzadok’s hunting expedition and the efforts of several other siblings—was being prepared in massive quantities, enough to feed an army of hungry children and their honored guest.

Everything was set up by the children with only little help from the mothers.

It had been a point of pride for them, a way of proving that they were capable of organizing something grand without adult supervision.

And despite the occasional argument, the last-minute changes, and Tzadok’s frequent shouting, they were managing to pull it off.

"Wow, Tzadok!" Ash chirped and held his brother’s shoulder, his dark eyes sparkling with genuine admiration, before Kynos swatted it away with a sharp motion of her hand.

Her bunny ears were perked up, her mismatched eyes narrowed in warning, and she calmly positioned herself protectively between Ash and Tzadok.

Unperturbed, Ash continued: "This is so wonderful! I knew you were competent, but seriously... You must be hyped up too, right? I can see it in the way you’ve been running around all day. You care more than you let on."

"D... Don’t make me throw up!" Tzadok threw his head to the side haughtily, his bright red hair catching the lantern light.

His closed eyes faced away from Ash, and his arms were crossed firmly over his chest in a gesture of pure defiance. "I’m doing this for ALL of us. For the sake of gathering everyone together. Who would be excited over seeing a neglectful fathe— HEY! DON’T YOU DARE MESS UP THE STATUE! THIS HAS TO BE THE BEST; YOU KNOW THAT DUDE ALWAYS COMES AROUND ONCE IN A LITERAL BLUE MOON!!"

His voice carried across the clearing, sharp and commanding, as he pointed at a blue-haired kitsune who had been forming a statue of a person with ice.

The kitsune’s hands had slipped slightly, causing a small imperfection in the statue’s shoulder, and Tzadok had noticed it instantly.

His reaction was immediate and fierce, the kind of intensity that only came from someone who genuinely cared about the outcome despite their protests.

"Ah, s-sorry, I’ll be more careful!" The blue-haired kitsune smiled awkwardly and glanced to a green-haired fox girl watching him, his ears flattening slightly in embarrassment.

He quickly corrected his mistake, smoothing the ice with practiced precision.

The green-haired fox girl giggled softly and whispered: "Tzadok is so worked up because Papa will be coming today. What did Papa call it again...? Ah, yes, a tsundere. You know, someone who acts cruel and distant but secretly cares a lot. Like mother Tamar."

"Say what now?!" Ash held Tzadok so he would not disturb the artists, wrapping his arms around his brother’s torso and pulling him back, much to Kynos’s displeasure, while Tzadok shook his fist in the direction of the gossiping fox kids.

His face was flushed with indignation, and his voice had a note of outrage.

"Though... why are his eyes closed?" The green-haired fox girl asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"He’s sleepwalking," the blue answered and continued sculpting.

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Tzadok POV

Tsk.

Finally everything was ready, with me shouting all night.

My voice was a bit hoarse from the constant yelling, my throat raw from the effort of keeping everyone on track.

But it had been worth it: the decorations were perfect, the food was abundant, the music was beautiful... Everything was in place.

It was getting to midnight, and all the kids had gathered around the ancient oak stump the size of a village.

The stump was a relic from ages past, a remnant of a tree so massive that its cut surface could accommodate hundreds of people standing comfortably.

Its surface was smooth and weathered, worn by centuries of wind and rain, and it served as the perfect centerpiece for the gathering.

We... were going to summon the bastard we call father.

The crowd of children was diverse and colorful; kitsunes with multiple tails, beings with strange eyes and stranger powers, children of every shape, size and hue.

They had come from across the world, drawn by the promise of seeing their father for the first time in a while, and they had gathered in the center of the stump, their excited murmurs creating a low hum of anticipation.

"Ah, Grey Ivy is here!" Someone yelled from the audience, their voice cutting through the chatter.

I turned to face the source of the commotion to see three of the titan siblings walking towards me, Kynos, and Ash near the center of the stump.

Their presence was distinct: imposing, clad in their usual gloomy, macabre attire that made them stand out like shadows among the brighter colors of the other children.

"I see you did a great job of mobilizing the others," the grey-skinned shorty spoke as if she was my boss, her jagged teeth flashing in the lantern light.

Her voice was dripping with condescension, the kind of tone that suggested she expected gratitude and deference. "You did well, and I shall reward you at a later date."

"Keep your rewards to your cannibalistic self," I retorted, my voice flat and dismissive. "I have no interest in whatever twisted prizes you have to offer. Is it human flesh, perhaps?"

"What was that? You want to see the inside of my stomach?" She retorted, her golden eyes narrowing dangerously, her jagged teeth gleaming. "I could arrange that, little brother."

I ignored her and turned to face the taller, more mature woman standing beside her. "Good evening, Silver Moss. I’m glad you could make it. Your presence adds a certain refinement to the gathering."

"My, thank you, little Tzadok," she bent a little and patted my head, her blue eyes glistening with genuine warmth.

Her hand was gentle on my hair, and I found myself leaning into the touch despite my better judgment. "You did a good job today. Pap— I mean, father will be proud of what you have accomplished."