Asking for Her Help

Yuri had never been taught to skin insectoids, but her blade, sharp and obedient, almost seemed to follow her heart's commands. The creature's skin was cleanly peeled off without a shred of damage. It was perfection.

"Yuri must've been trained to do this."

"You can't develop this kind of skill without a decade of practice."

"Yuri isn't even twenty yet. It must be natural talent."

"It's practically art. Even a scaredy-cat like me can only see its beauty, not the blood."

"Indeed, even a gruesome task looks less frightening with her doing it."

"...."

The live chat was filled with similar praises.

All the intact insectoid skins were saved by Yuri, skipping over the severely damaged ones. She continued until her dimensional button was packed to the brim, then she finally stopped.