Xiya, the So-Called Little Coach

The witches went to the club's training camp in groups of two and three—a massive camp with all manner of semi-folded spaces and dozens of vacant training grounds. When Jiang Han followed Histeria and Miyamoto Mo Na into an empty training ground, she could still see people using the adjacent grounds, separated by flowing water.

"The Mandrake witches," Jiang Han said.

"They've been training five times a week lately," Xiya said airily. "Apparently, it's because Ai... because Blind Treasure brought back such great results. But every time, Blind Treasure was the one fighting several opponents alone. They couldn't swallow that indignation, so they've been training in a huff ever since."

Half the training ground was grassland, one-sixth was sand, one-sixth was lake water, and one-sixth was snow. The power of ritual magic locked the climate in place. An ordinary land-dweller who entered might catch a cold within minutes from the alternating heat and cold, dryness and dampness all existing in the same space.

Stepping onto the grassland, Jiang Han felt the reassuring solidity beneath her feet. She turned to look at Miyamoto Mo Na, who was making preparations.

She walked into the changing room, then looked back and said:

"I'm changing out of my combat outfit."

Jiang Han and Xiya exchanged a glance, then hurriedly trotted into separate changing rooms. Along the way, Jiang Han even used her tail to strike the ground and speed herself up, instantly pulling one body length ahead of Master Xi.

"Hey!"

Xiya reached out and grabbed her tail, and was lightly dragged straight into the changing room.

Bang!

Jiang Han felt a slight tremor in her lower back. The Giant Cat Lamp's physical toughness came into play, and she wasn't knocked over.

"Foolish disciple." Histeria sat astride Jiang Han's lower back, resting her chin