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My childhood friend, who I promised to marry in the future, came back as a swordsman

 



Chapter 227: Traditional Costume

{TL: By Creed}

"Daddy, does it suit me?"

Morning.

Aisha stepped outside the house and did a quick twirl.

The headband wrapped around her head fluttered lightly.

She wore a white shirt on top.
Below, short black pants that resembled underwear.
From there, a fluffy tail stuck out.

Apparently, it’s a traditional outfit called "bloomers" from the Eastern country.

Supposedly, girls wear this when they exercise.

It feels a little too revealing…
But, it seems this is the official outfit.
The Eastern country sure is strange.

"…Fate."

"Ah, Sofia, you're… ready… too, huh…"

Sofia arrived a bit late, her face completely red.
It wasn’t because she had a cold or anything.
She was simply embarrassed.

…Because she was wearing bloomers too.

"……"

"……"

"Um… could you say something, please?"

"Y-you look… good?"

"…Fate, you pervert."

"Eh!?"

What would have been the correct thing to say just now…?

"Hey! You two, stop flirting and start your warm-up already!"

Licorice was there too, acting as the coach.

Under Licorice’s guidance, they were conducting training to improve Aisha’s stamina.
Since it would be worrying to leave her alone, we decided to join in as well…
But did Sofia really need to change too?

Well, I mean…

I can’t deny it’s a visual treat, so I’m kind of glad, but…

"…Fate."

"W-what?"

"Your eyes are pervy."

"I'm sorry…"

It felt like she could see right through me, and it made things really awkward.

But… sorry.
I am a guy, after all…

"Alright, let's get started with Aisha’s special training!"

Licorice remained in her usual get-up.

I asked her if she wasn’t going to train too, and she replied—

"Huh? Why would I do something like that? I mean, my body’s weak, so training is impossible. My body is as delicate as glass, you know?"

That was her response.

Her body may be glass, but I felt like her heart was made of steel.

"We’ll start with running. Just circle around the town while jogging."

"I'll do my best."

"This is to build stamina, so don’t go all out. The goal is to maintain a good pace for as long as possible. Focus on that while you run."

"Ooh…?"

"Don’t get it? Hmm… well, just focus on running for a long time."

"Okay."

Seeing her give such solid advice, I started thinking that Licorice might actually be a good fit as a coach.

But where did she learn about stamina training?

She was a fairy full of mysteries.

"Alright, here we go! Just follow me!"

Licorice gently took off into the air.
Aisha chased after her, and Sofia and I followed behind.

"Hah… fuh… hah…"

Aisha was running at a fairly high pace.

However, she didn’t seem to be pushing herself too hard.

Her body balance wasn’t off, and even after running for about ten minutes, she maintained a steady pace.

"Aisha-chan, that’s amazing. I honestly didn’t think you could run that much."

"Yeah, me neither. Maybe because she’s a beastkin, even a child can have good stamina."

…After that, Aisha kept running without slowing down.

She ran for a whole hour, surprising not only us but Licorice as well.

"Phew… haah… phew…"

"Good job, Aisha."

I handed Aisha a cold juice I bought at a nearby stall.

"Thanks, Dad. Mmm."

After drinking the juice, Aisha smiled brightly.

Since she just exercised, it probably tasted better than usual.

Her tail wagged vigorously from side to side.

"Aisha is seriously incredible."

"What’s wrong, Licorice?"

"She kept up with all my training, you know? That’s originally an adult training regimen."

"Eh, really?"

"What were you planning to do if something happened after making Aisha do that?"

"W-wait. I wasn’t reckless, so don’t glare at me or pinch my head. I had my own reasons, really."

According to Licorice…

First, she wanted to know Aisha’s current limits.

To do that, she deliberately gave her a tough training menu to measure her limits.

She said she planned to stop immediately if she judged Aisha was near her limit.

"Even so, she easily exceeded my expectations. Amazing."

"Right? Right? Aisha-chan is truly an amazing girl."

Sofia looked very proud.

"But with this, just moving her body a bit shouldn’t be a problem. Since she naturally has physical ability, now it’s about getting her used to exercising and expending stamina."

"Do we have to get used to it?"

"It’s like swimming. If you jump into water without warming up, sometimes terrible things happen, right? It’s the same with stamina. When you expect to exert yourself a lot, doing something similar beforehand can reduce the strain on your body."

"I see."

She really is knowledgeable.

I’m often impressed.

"So, from now on, we’re going to do some pretty intense training!"

"I’ll do my best, oh!"

Aisha was full of motivation.

Probably…

She was told her strength was needed to repair the sword, and that’s why she was so motivated.

It’s not for me, but for Licorice.

She wants to restore her friend’s keepsake, so she wants to work hard.

"Aisha-chan is such a kind girl. I’m proud of her as a mother."

"Yeah, I’m proud too."

Sofia and I smiled brightly.

TL Note: Proud+1.



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