Common Sense of a Warrior

"... Well, Mary. Let me see how much the Lord can move now before I start training."

Before full training began, your father ascertained my physical abilities.

"Hmmm... you seem to be able to move more than I thought"

That's what your father said to the results of that exam.

Apparently, the basic health is higher than that of kids my age.

What an obstacle.

Both the motor vision and reflex nerves were quite good.

Probably because he was chasing wild animals around when he ran around the untouched woods in the attic.

"Though, to be trained... you haven't"

The menu of training that was so said was a menu of hell that I wouldn't want to recall thinking about later.

I get up in the morning before the sun rises, and I run in.

Around the mansion, three circles.

Though three circles, it's pretty hard to run in around a huge mansion.

"... ugh"

I was just finishing my run, and it was so disgusting, I threw up.

Then I just took a short break from drinking water with salt and sugar, and the training starts again.

The next step in the run is to break the training route in the woods that your father designated.

There are various terrain in the woods and some ups and downs are cute things.

The unbridged creek is sandwiched by a cliff high for two people, and we have to get down it and go up again in order to move on.

Do you think your father is letting the woods out of hand do that for his own workouts?

"………"

At a time when I was twisting up a cliff, a rock hit my palm unluckily and the mame crumbled.

If you look, your palms are bright red.

Once I dare fall into the creek, I wash my hands there.

A red muscle, made of a slight mixture of my blood, flows through the clear water that glitters in the sun.

I wrapped it around my palm as I slit the clothes off the non-wet part.

And climb the cliff again.

This mame was made of sword gestures.

I even wave my sword bare to reproduce the movements that my father taught me every day from noon.

I don't feel any particular weight just holding it, which is also heavy and paralyzing my arms as I repeat the bare swing hundreds and thousands of times.

If I had repeated it, my palm would have been in that condition at some point.

After enduring the pain and treading the cliff, he runs out again.

That's how I stepped through the woods, and I finally took a lunch break.

Even if I don't have an appetite, I can't move without eating...... and I get a good meal served.

Take a short break from them, then wave barely until even the sun sets.

Until your father returns, I repeat it.

When you eat at night, you fall into bed to faint.

... Oh no, every day.

"Let Me Be Strict"

Your father was right, he did not tolerate any weak sounds.

Even if you look at me throwing up, you just look pale.

With one word of crying, he was going to make me quit training even soon.

And I also didn't allow myself any of that.

I think it's impatient momentum.

Anyway, when I looked at myself objectively, less than ten girls were even trained from morning to evening without even playing.

I want to be strong, I want to avenge... just for that.

I was dawn in training day and night.