"The training results have been excellent. Broadly speaking, you can probably beat 1.56 versions of your past self. If we factor in psychological elements, you can probably beat around 5.00."
Jiang Han lay in the hot spring, eyes narrowed as she recovered her strength.
Cat Dula hugged a tactics board and droned on beside her.
The cat rubbed her paws together. "Your willpower and mental strength are already far stronger than before."
"...After all, you guys are the ones who trained me."
She did not even have the strength to speak any louder, yet Jiang Han still struggled to let out a "Meow-hahaha" laugh.
This was an aftereffect of training.
Using willpower to conquer exhaustion.
Do not think about things like "I'm so tired" or "I've been fighting all day, I should take a break."
As long as she let out a booming "Meow-hahahaha," she could struggle back to her feet and head for the next battlefield. Rising again and again at the very limit, when her focus and willpower had both been drained dry—this was the best way to temper one's will and courage on the battlefield.
Jiang Han could now dodge spell missiles with a tilt of her head. She no longer made huge leaps to the side like before, then fled with panicked meow-howls as though her morale had collapsed.
"Sixteen wins and thirty-one losses. You've handed in an answer sheet that is very satisfying."
Alesha, dressed in bathwear, spoke gently beside her. "Your opponents were mainly the three of us. We faced you in an elimination format. Though all three of us were imitating Josephine, we would still ultimately bring out different things. Even with your giant cat Cat Dula watching over you, it was no use..."
("Meow-howl!" Cat Dula cried out in anger, puffing up