According to the king's decree, in the morning at the training arena, Anastasia trained with Clara. Due to Nathan's schedule of training every 2 days, this time Nathan only watched his sister from the edge of the training arena.
Anastasia was given a sword by Clara, the same sword Nathan used during training.
"Wow, even though this is my first time holding a real steel sword, but it's very light. It's not what I imagined it was about a steel sword so heavy." Anastasia was happy because the sword she was going to use was not as heavy as she had imagined.
"This sword is indeed devoted to training. For the first time, it will feel light, and the more you swing the sword the weight will be felt. I hope you have to keep the hilt tight." Clara reminded Anastasia who confidently felt the sword was light.
"Okay, I'll remember it." Anastasia nodded her head.
In Anastasia's first training, Clara was taught how to strengthen the stance and taught how to swing the sword, before Anastasia practiced using a wooden dummy.
Unlike when practicing magic that drained her power quickly, Anastasia was able to practice the sword longer than practicing magic.
And Anastasia could learn stances and swing a sword in her first practice without carelessly throwing a sword at someone.
"Very good, princess. Your stance and swing are good enough. How about training with wooden dummy targets?" Clara was pleased with the development of Anastasia's ability and offered to train directly with targets.
Anastasia was pleased with Clara's praise, but Anastasia wasn't sure she could cut a wooden dummy with her sword skill that she had only learned a few hours. Remembering, her magic ability is weak, and is only able to scratch wooden dummies despite being trained several times.
"I'm ready Clara, I'll try it." Anastasia accepted Clara's offer to continue training with the wooden dummy even though she was still a little hesitant.
The wooden dummy has a height of 175 cm. Too high for Anastasia to aim for the neck or chest. Anastasia aimed at the center of the wooden dummy. Anastasia swung her sword swiftly.
* SWOOSH .... STICK ... *
Clara's eyes widen to see Anastasia can stick her sword deep enough into the wooden dummy.
"Whoa ..." Anastasia who was previously hesitant was now delighted that the swing of her sword was able to cut 50% of the diameter of the wooden dummy.
"Draw your sword and continue your slash, princess. Focus your second slash into the gap you made." Clara encourages Anastasia to split the wooden dummy in half.
Anastasia had a hard time pulling out the sword stuck in the wooden dummy. by shaking the stuck sword with all her might, the sword managed to escape.
Anastasia took a stance and repeated the slash towards the gap made by the first slash.
* SWOOSH ... SLASH ... *
The wooden dummy is split into 2. just like Nathan, who needs 2 slashes to split the wooden dummy into 2. The difference is, Nathan's first slash was able to cut 70% of the wood dummy diameter.
Nathan, who was on the edge of the training arena, applauded his sister.
"What a slash you have, princess. You have almost matched your brother's ability on the first day of your training." Clara approached Anastasia who was sweating with a towel.
"You praise me too much, Clara." Anastasia was still holding the sword with both hands.
Clara wiped Anastasia's sweat with the towel she was carrying. Clara's stroking of the towel made Anastasia very happy and closed her eyes in comfort.
"I did not think if you succeeded in convincing the king, princess." Clara was surprised by Anastasia's actions because she managed to convince the king to practice swords with Clara.
"Yes, although I managed to convince the king with the queen's help." Anastasia was not completely happy with the success of convincing the king, because she was helped by the queen. Anastasia opened her eyes and was fixed on Clara's stomach. The steel armor covered Clara's stomach.
Anastasia is still curious about her thoughts about Clara's abs. 'Is Clara's sixpack abs or amazing abs like a queen?'
"What about the reason the king gave? Are you surprised by the king's reason?" Clara stops stroking the towel at Anastasia.
"Although the reason is quite strange, maybe it's the way of thinking of a father," Anastasia answered Clara's question with her gaze fixed on Clara's stomach.
"Quite strange? Yes, that's what I admire about King Odeviel, maybe that's the reason why the King brought me to the Kingdom of Odeviel." Clara's statement was different from what Anastasia thought.
"Amazed? What do you really admire the King?" Anastasia asked Clara.
"Actually, the king doesn't like seeing women train physically hard. That's the reason why I was brought to Odeviel's kingdom when I became a knight in another Kingdom." Clara explained the reason the king knew why Anastasia was not allowed to practice the sword.
Busy with her own thoughts, Anastasia didn't listen to Clara's story.
"Clara? Can I touch your abs?" Anastasia asked Clara permission.
"Touching my ab ... s ..?" Not finished speaking, Anastasia's hand has entered Clara's armor through the gap in the armor that Anastasia saw.
* rub ... rub ... *
"Ah ... Princess? What are you doing?" Clara blushed.
"Ah, I'm just checking your abs, Clara." Anastasia rubbed her abs with both hands.
"Uh ... Hmm ... Please stop princess, this is very amused." Clara blushed and stifled a laugh with her hand. Clara's voice was a little harsh.
'This isn't harassment, because they are both girls.' Nathan blushed from afar when he saw what his sister had done to Clara. After confirming Clara's abs form, Anastasia pulled her hand out of Clara's armor.
Clara fell on her knees to the ground and her hands were on her stomach.
"That's pretty awesome too, Clara. The muscles aren't sixpack but stronger than Mommy's." Anastasia feels happy when her sword instructor doesn't have an abs sixpack. Now Anastasia can practice sword calmly.
Because Anastasia was too busy with Clara's abs, Anastasia didn't realize that Nathan was calling her until Nathan poked her.
"Prince Leonard has come to see you, sister." Nathan showed Prince Leonard who was standing at the edge of the training arena.