[Ah, this seems inadequate...]
"What is it, Ava?"
[Our training regimen, my dearest Isla.]
"Though it is already quite challenging?"
[But it falls short in unleashing your utmost potential.]
At the time, Isla thought Ava was struggling to keep her toe-in-toe with herself. She thought she was lacking in something and that Ava needed to train her more before they could proceed together.
But it wasn't the case.
Ava was just trying to make her...
SLASH!
...the best version of herself.
Isla sheathed her sword.
She stayed in her position for a bit before sighing with a bit of relief. The moment she did so, the
CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
"Woaaah! You're so cool, Your Majesty!" struggling, Kisara ran toward her in her tall geta shoes. Ringing bells inside the shoes gave a cheerful little vibe as she neared.
Isla received the towel the young woman handed her and wiped her sweat with it.
"Are you feeling well now?" Kisara asked.
