Oh! My God

Kitasan Black paused mid-step, suddenly understanding why the riverside route had felt so familiar when she heard about it.

That sound—was it A-Fun Senpai? She—was still doing that strange special training over here—?

A-Fun Senpai was, naturally, Gold Ship.

And the strange special training consisted of carrying a huge wooden mallet and striking the wooden stakes along the riverbank.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Kitasan Black quickened her pace and ran toward the sound.

Soon, an unusual yet somehow perfectly ordinary sight came into view:

Below the riverbank, a tall figure was swinging a massive wooden hammer with considerable weight behind it, heavily striking a thick wooden stake driven beside the embankment. Her movements possessed an intense rhythm, yet completely defied any conventional strength-training form.

The figure looked utterly focused, as though she were conducting some devout ritual.

Each swing sent her silver-gray long hair flying. Against the gradually brightening sky, it carried a strange yet powerful beauty.

It was Gold Ship.

Kitasan Black did not interrupt her. She watched quietly until Gold Ship completed her final strike, inspected the utterly unmoved stake as if admiring a work of art, then hoisted the mallet over her shoulder, nodded in satisfaction, and wiped away sweat that did not exist on her forehead.

"A-Fun Senpai, good morning!" Only then did Kitasan Black wave energetically and call out.

"Oh my, Little Kita."

Gold Ship looked up from beneath the riverbank, not the least bit surprised, as if running into a junior by the river at dawn was the most ordinary thing in the world. "You came at just the right time—you witnessed the critical moment in my contest against the earth!"

Already accustomed to this senior's wild way of speaking, Kitasan Black could not help smiling as she asked, "Senpai—you're still doing this