Recently, Isolte had been feeling that something was very wrong.
Setting aside the fact that she was hopelessly straight, her relationship with Hilde seemed to be developing in an unexpected direction.
For example, she was clearly older and had started training at the dojo before Hilde.
Yet for some reason, the way they got along was gradually becoming more like an older sister taking care of a younger sister. And the key point was that she was the younger sister, while Hilde was the older one!
It was completely baffling.
What was even more terrifying was that Isolte seemed to be getting increasingly used to this dynamic.
No. Absolutely not.
She had to uphold the dignity of a senior disciple! She had to carry herself like a senior!
To put it another way, in a relationship, the more assertive side always held the upper hand.
And in the end, it all came down to strength!
Only by becoming strong enough would she have the right to put on airs as Hilde's senior.
Isolte absolutely refused to reach a day when all she could see was Hilde's back.
Even if she were given time to catch up, she would only be able to watch Hilde walk farther and farther away, until she vanished beyond sight.
After all...
I am the woman who will inherit the name of the Water God!
Isolte secretly swore that from now on, she would work twice as hard. She could not let Hilde catch up to her; she had to stay far ahead of her.
Then, she slumped beneath the shade of a tree and weakly rubbed her slightly bulging belly.
She had originally wanted to get up immediately and train hard.
But Hilde had given her too much.
Her once-flat, trim stomach was now slightly