The day after returning to Sharia.
After a full day of item races, Nanahoshi had finally had her fill. She vented all the frustration she had built up lately and returned to the Floating Fortress feeling refreshed. Hilde finally regained her freedom, too.
In exchange, she had gained more than a dozen bite marks.
Nanahoshi really was a dog.
At least Isolte had only bitten her once. Nanahoshi seemed determined to bite every inch of her, and she had no sense of restraint.
Fortunately, she had bitten places that would not be easily seen.
Once Hilde got dressed, it would be fine.
She pushed open the window, letting fresh air flood into the bedroom.
She took a bath, washing the sticky feeling from her body.
She changed into clean clothes that were easy to move in.
Then came her morning training.
In truth, at Hilde's current level, ordinary training had a negligible effect. It could not even match the gains that came naturally as her body developed.
But that was clearly no reason to slack off.
After two hours of continuous training, Hilde's clothes were soaked with sweat.
She looked down at her palm and gently clenched her fist.
Technique, physique, tactics, Secret Arts...
She absorbed anything useful and made it part of her own strength.
More than ten years had passed since she began formally training in swordsmanship at the dojo at age seven. At first, she could feel herself improving every day, but she had gradually begun to recognize the limitations of humans. Even with the advantage of the Laplace Factor, she was still affected by them.
Still, this body had plenty of room left to grow.
She was still developing, and she could feel that quite clearly.
Although she had hardly grown any taller.
Her breasts, however,