to her greeting.

“Get lost, Pink Woman.”

F*ck it.
People don’t change.

* * *

‘…what the hell is wrong with that guy?’

Isabelle recalled Cloud whom she had seen yesterday.
She was going to thank him for coaching Mars, but he tsked at her at first sight and told her to collect her ping pongs and piss off.

When she asked what he meant by ‘pink woman’, he simply replied that it was a perfect word used to describe a person like her.

‘No, by the way, who actually tells a person to get lost when they are just meeting for the first time?’

Isabelle grunted inwardly and climbed the hill.
Because she innerly wondered what Mars was learning.

Yesterday she was made to get lost, so she had no choice but to leave, but today she was going to hide and watch them.

‘Where, ugh, what are you guys doing… uh…?’

Isabelle’s eyes widened.

She rubbed her own eyes again and again.
Even so, the scenery entering her eyes did not change.

It told her—the scene that she was seeing right now was hundred percent real.
She hurriedly sprinted forward.

“What are you doing?! S, Stop! Stop!”


Hearing Isabelle’s voice, Mars’s head turned.
The wolf pushed open its jaws without missing the obvious gap.


Isabelle shut her eyelids.

She was not confident enough to keep her eyes open and watch the horrific situation that would soon ensue.


But strangely, Mars’ screams were not heard.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Cloud was holding the wolf’s head in a vice grip and stopped it from moving in the slightest.

Mars was standing in front of him and was looking at her with an expression of wonder.

Isabelle was silent for a moment, then she looked at him again.

No way.
How can a person subdue a wild wolf? And that with one hand?

Suddenly she came to her senses, and hurried over.

“What are you two doing?! To make Mars fight a wolf.
It’s dangerous!”

“I don’t talk to pink women.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Mars, explain it for me.”

At that, Mars awkwardly scratched his cheek and began to explain to Isabelle.

“Ah, this is what it is… that’s what big bro said.
Even if I learn a skill, my body wouldn’t just move at will in real life-threatening battles.
That’s why I’m practicing actual situations right now.”

“But that’s too dangerous…!”

“It’s okay, I guess? Didn’t you see big bro subdue that wolf? Rather, it’s safer to do some real training when big bro Cloud is still here.”

At Mars’ explanation, Isabelle bit her lips.

She didn’t like it, but he was right.
As long as Mars dreams of becoming a knight, there will come a time when he will have to fight monsters anyhow.

But then, if his body hasn’t adapted and he can’t show his skills, his life would be in danger.

So, it would be better to practice in advance when it was safe like now.

“Ha… I see.
Ok, I understand… Wait, but, why are you using a wooden sword?”

“Yes? Ah.
Big bro told me to kill a wolf with this wooden sword.”

“W, Wh-What?!”

Isabelle was terrified.

She understood that one needed to gain practical experience.

But what about killing a wolf with wood?

Originally, a wolf is a terrifying beast where victory cannot be guarantee even if a veteran village hunter raises his knife.

It’s not even a real sword, are you going to hammer it to death with a wooden sword?

“No, does that make sense!?”

“Uh… I thought it was ridiculous at first too, but it turned out to be better than I thought.
Fighting a wolf over and over again relieves some of my muscle tension and helps me in practicing my skills as well.”

As Mars smiled awkwardly, Isabelle lost her words.

What can a third party say when the person in question says it works?

Meanwhile, Cloud clicked his tongue with an annoyed expression.

“Pink Woman, run off quickly.
Otherwise, I will no longer be teaching Mars.”

“Big bro Cloud?! That’s a bit…”

Mars fidgeted and looked at Cloud and Isabelle alternately.

Seeing this, Isabelle sighed.

She knew that she couldn’t make Mars’ get troubled by choices.

“All right.
I’ll go.
Instead, promise me one thing.
Please don’t hurt Mars no matter what.
Then I will not care what the two of you do in the future.”

Isabelle came up with a compromise of her own.

But Cloud shook his head resolutely.

“I don’t make promises with pink women.”

“Aaaah! Really, why are you doing this to me?!”

In the end, Isabelle gave up her vexed voice.

This ping pong woman is too loud.
Make her quiet.”

“That… Isabelle? I’m sorry, but can you please be quiet…”

Isabelle wanted to cry.


She had no tears to shed.

* * *

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