Harvest Feast (2)

The man had the typical Ascharonian physique, tall and muscular, with a lean body just on the margin of lanky youthfulness.

Compared to that, Defi's body looked like it couldn't hold up to the average gusty day. But Defi couldn't see why the average Ascharonian would have doubts about his combat ability – women were regularly drafted into the Ascharonian armies and from the reports of victories in the circulatories the Ascharonian female soldier or officer was just as deadly even if they weren't as broad-shouldered.

Defi paused. Another thing that proved he was in another world – he was contemplating the relative advantage of a woman's physique in the battlefield. He paled a bit as he imagined one of his sisters with the full understanding of a battlefield Weapon Art.