"Thank you for the encouragement. Still, the more you sweat now, the less you bleed in battle."
Phield thought for a moment. "Ashina, I'll have to trouble you to train Charlotte."
"That would be perfect."
Ashina let out a cold laugh, picked up a wooden stick, then frowned at how thin it was and swapped it for one as thick as a wrist. She licked her lips, a predatory gleam flashing in her eyes.
"Wait… don't tell me you're taking revenge."
A chill ran down Charlotte's spine as she instinctively took two steps back.
"Why would I? Even though you kicked me twice and punched me once under the bed yesterday, how could I possibly take revenge?"
"You remember all of that perfectly!" Charlotte cried out.
Ashina didn't bother replying. Divine power surged into the stick, and in an instant, countless spear-like streaks burst forth.
"Waaah! Help!"
Half a day passed in what could only be described as a "light and enjoyable" mock battle.
It ended in Charlotte's complete defeat.
