"Are you girls hearing this?"
"Just some tapping, happens in the woods"
"Sounds more like clapping to me…"
"And it's like there is a voice going alongside it-"
Four young women discussed as they stood in a small clearing within the woods, having fashioned targets and dummies to train upon, it was often that all gathered here to make sure their hard-acquired skills did not get rusty, having conserved the apparel given to them by their master, distinctively of Tochian origins, in fact, despite not originating from this nation in the least, they were the closest people to being living remnants of Tochi, this ancient country having been swallowed by the undead empire.
And having once been crusty and smelly adventurers who ventured in far from fantastic places to make a living, keeping the gifts and teachings they had been given close was incredibly important, even now that their homeland was under the rule of death and that their master was most certainly dead.
