Clang! Clang-clang!
"Huff, huff, are, are you alright?"
"I'm... still fine, for now. How about you, Walter?"
I wasn't particularly short even in Japan, but since coming here, I've noticed something.
"I, I, I'm... finding it a bit difficult."
I've become something of a giant.
This is the 16th century. It's an era where the nutritional status and growth environment of people worldwide are much worse compared to 21st century developed countries.
Whether Walter Raleigh or Vicente González, despite being sturdy white adult men of this era, they were about 10 centimeters shorter than me. The differences in physique and strength were naturally significant as well.
"Would you like to take a break?"
"No... We don't have much time before departure, so let's leave it to Vicente. Hey! Vicente, come and spar with Nemo in our place...!"
"Me, me? Isn't there someone else..."