Eris and Ruijerd are training again today without fail.
I was watching that as I made food.
In the start I was mixed in as well, but probably because of the difference in basic strength, I gave up halfway through.
Recently, Eris's strength has been eye opening.
One year ago, as long as I used my Demon Eyes, I could leisurely win.
If it was the Eris from that time, I could have probably pulled down her panties in the middle of battle.
However, now it's impossible.
If I give it my all while putting magic power into my Demon Eyes the one who is standing at the end may be me, but most likely it will be a very close match.
Of course, if it's a fight with a certain distance, then my chances of winning go up simply through tactics.
The possibility of slipping into and touching her breasts in the confusion has been picked off.
However, I wonder if it's the thing called talent.
I think I'm giving it quite a bit of effort in my own way, but Eris is going above that.
The amount and quality of her hard work are both above me.
I think I need to work harder myself, but my body can't keep up.
It could be that this body doesn't have all that much physical strength.
I thought about it according to my previous life's standards, but according to this world’s standard, I would fall short of average.
Since there's no one else around the same generation as Eris it's hard to tell.
While I was thinking about that, it seems the training for today has ended.
Recently Ruijerd has stopped asking Eris, "Understand now?”
I'm sure she can understand now even if he doesn't ask.
Eris is absorbing it well.
"Eris."
By the time they had returned to where I was, suddenly Ruijerd called out to Eris.
"What?"
Eris took a well-squeezed cloth from me and put her hand inside of her clothes to wipe up the sweat.
Previously she would have wiped down the sweat of all of her upper body with her bra, but since I would get excited it turned into the current shape.
I'm sure she feels disgusting being covered in sweat.
I'm sorry about that.
"It's fine if you call yourself a warrior from today on."
Ruijerd said it while plunking down on the ground with his back.
A warrior, huh.
Not a swordsman but a warrior.
Those known as warriors in this world are just not simply swordsmen and there's no large difference between their combat ability.
Therefore... Hnn?
Eris and Ruijerd are training again today without fail.
I was watching that as I made food.
In the start I was mixed in as well, but probably because of the difference in basic strength, I gave up halfway through.
Recently, Eris's strength has been eye opening.
One year ago, as long as I used my Demon Eyes, I could leisurely win.
If it was the Eris from that time, I could have probably pulled down her panties in the middle of battle.
However, now it's impossible.
If I give it my all while putting magic power into my Demon Eyes the one who is standing at the end may be me, but most likely it will be a very close match.
Of course, if it's a fight with a certain distance, then my chances of winning go up simply through tactics.
The possibility of slipping into and touching her breasts in the confusion has been picked off.
However, I wonder if it's the thing called talent.
I think I'm giving it quite a bit of effort in my own way, but Eris is going above that.
The amount and quality of her hard work are both above me.
I think I need to work harder myself, but my body can't keep up.
It could be that this body doesn't have all that much physical strength.
I thought about it according to my previous life's standards, but according to this world’s standard, I would fall short of average.
Since there's no one else around the same generation as Eris it's hard to tell.
While I was thinking about that, it seems the training for today has ended.
Recently Ruijerd has stopped asking Eris, "Understand now?”
I'm sure she can understand now even if he doesn't ask.
Eris is absorbing it well.
"Eris."
By the time they had returned to where I was, suddenly Ruijerd called out to Eris.
"What?"
Eris took a well-squeezed cloth from me and put her hand inside of her clothes to wipe up the sweat.
Previously she would have wiped down the sweat of all of her upper body with her bra, but since I would get excited it turned into the current shape.
I'm sure she feels disgusting being covered in sweat.
I'm sorry about that.
"It's fine if you call yourself a warrior from today on."
Ruijerd said it while plunking down on the ground with his back.
A warrior, huh.
Not a swordsman but a warrior.
Those known as warriors in this world are just not simply swordsmen and there's no large difference between their combat ability.
Therefore... Hnn?
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