"Big Sister Master!"
Norla ran toward Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was still getting used to the Spirit Origin Shadow, his pair of Smurf-blue arms swinging as he went.
"Ah, Mr. Norla, have you recovered already?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked pleasantly surprised as Norla came running over.
He had thought Norla would not wake up until at least noon, but he had awakened not long after daybreak.
Perfect. They could move on to the next stage of the plan sooner.
"Yes, though the color of my arms does look a little strange."
Both the inner and outer shells of Norla's arms had been destroyed, so when Avicebron modified him, he had repaired the outer shells as well.
Well, the color was a little strange, but it did not affect normal use.
"In any case, there won't be a problem when we head out now, right?"
Napoleon put away his massive cannon and walked over, grinning as he thumped his chest.
"Your fighting was incomparably valiant! Even I, an emperor, found it deeply impressive. Well done!"
It was heartfelt praise.
Having once gone to the Castle of Snow and Ice, Napoleon knew exactly how strong that man called Ruslan was.
Though he had agreed to let Norla fight the other man one-on-one, Napoleon had originally thought Norla would quickly be defeated. When that happened, he had intended to rescue Norla immediately—
Yet unexpectedly, in that burst of strength at the limit, Norla had actually fought Ruslan to a draw.
Though he had lost both arms, the other side could not have come out unscathed either. It was obvious from the fact that Ruslan had fled the moment the battle ended.
That performance had far exceeded all expectations.
"It's a pity I already gave my only two military medals to two recruits. Otherwise, I would