Watching Little Cat float beside the wheelchair without arguing, just clinging to Nana's neck and nuzzling her without any intention of leaving, Franka formally held out her hand.
"Hello~ I'm Franka, your mother's subordinate~ At least, that's temporarily true."
"...Mom is Mom, Nana is Big Sister..."
"Oh, oh, Big Sister... So Nana and you are cousins?~"
"Franka, what are you prying into... Little Cat's mother and I are from the same generation."
"Then she's your aunt?~"
Watching Franka's analysis and Nana's deeply contemplative expression, Little Cat let go of Nana in confusion. After gesturing at their heights, Little Cat planted her hands on her hips and declared righteously:
"She's Big Sister!"
"Pfft... Fine~ Big Sister~"
After rubbing Little Cat's adorable, cloud-like head, Franka turned toward Nana, who had opened the weapon case and begun loading ammunition into a magazine.
"Captain, are you starting rehabilitation already? Aren't you going to rest a little longer? Oh, oh, a Laterano Gun... Jessica, don't you want to come take a look?"
Seeing Franka wave her over, Jessica, who also had her hair tied in a ponytail and wore training clothes, glanced at Liskarm beside her, who had been wearing a deadpan expression from the start. Only after her instructor nodded did Jessica reveal a faint smile.
After carefully engaging the safety, ejecting the chambered round and removing the magazine, Jessica refilled the magazine, inserted it, chambered a round, then holstered the pistol at her waist before running toward Nana.
"Mm... At least her firearm discipline looks proper."
Muttering to herself, Liskarm checked her own pistol and followed.
At that moment, Nana had just smoothly chambered a round through muscle memory. Seeing a whole crowd gather around her, Kitty Killer tilted her head, somewhat unaccustomed to it.
"Shouldn't everyone be doing their own training?"
"There