"I have brought food for all of you." Ophelia knocked the door only to get a dagger flying at her.
She bent her upper body instantly and covered her head with the baskets. Thanks to the practice they were giving her daily, she was getting perfect in it.
"Ah, I did it again. It is just an innate action that I can not let go." Lavie came running to Ophelia with an apologetic face as she took the baskets from Ophelia and looked at her biting her lips.
Ophelia just chuckled and shook her head. There were days when she was about to lose all her hair or get an injury on her forehead and was about to cry.
"I think I am getting habitual to the limit of it becoming my innate nature too. It is improving my reflexes too." She walked in picking up the rest of the baskets from the door.
There were seven more girls in the room practicing with daggers and punching the sandbags.
They all turned to look at Ophelia with a bright smile on their faces.
