Shape-up

"Why are we here?" Ruciel voiced her curiosity as she looked around, looking at the dozens of trees circling us.

That's right, we're in the woods, we're here too, "exercise! We or I come here to do some exercise, some shape-up things? Well anyways, I'm going to take part in a fighting tournament held by the Shadow Elves so, as soon as possible, I want to grasp and adapt to my… out of control strength?"

"Don't ask me! If you want to do this stupid exercise, why should I come with you? You don't need me here," complaint out of Ruciel's mouth as she walked behind me.

"Of course I need you. Tell me, who will process the monsters I hunt?"

"Right, I forgot that you are a spoiled girl who didn't want to touch the corpses of the monsters you hunt down."

"I'm not a spoiled girl!" I protested. "It's just that, I can't and don't know how to process a corpse of a monster." 

"And you have no desire to learn to do it."