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Chapter 4 – Fenrir Life 3
Five more seasons passed.
When I returned to the cave with the sunset behind me, Mama was lying down in front of me.
[Mama, I’m home.]
[Oh, welcome back, little girl. You caught some prey today.]
[Yup.]
I turned around and picked up the thing, about ten meters long, with my white Fluffy.
It had a dull green body, a crocodile-like face, bat-like wings, two legs with sharp eagle-like claws, and a snake-like tail shaped like an arrowhead.
At first glance, it looked like a vicious dragon, but it was nothing at all.
It was just a wyvern pseudo-dragon.
It’s not that difficult to defeat if you’re careful of its flight and the poison at the end of its tail.
So Mama’s face turned sour.
[Little girl, you won’t get strong if you only target weak prey. Even if you can’t hunt an ancient dragon, at least hunt a young earth dragon.]
[Eh~ Don’t be ridiculous~]
Even though earth dragons are relatively weak, it’s still a tall order to ask a girl who just turned ten to hunt a dragon.
It’s true, thanks to my mother’s hellish training from the age of five, I’ve gotten stronger.
I’ve become able to use even the white Fluffy.
I can defeat a wyvern or a cockatrice without much trouble.
But dragons are no good.
My older brother hunts them all the time, and sometimes I cook them, but their skin is so tough that even butchering them when they’re dead is a struggle.
There’s no way I could defeat something like that.
[I’m small and not cut up to fight.]
I pouted, and she said, [That’s not true. “You can do it if you try,” Mama says in a light-hearted tone.
No, I think Mama is a doting parent and overestimates me too much.
For example, if I had been a fighter or a swordsman in my previous life, it might be a different story.
I only have vague memories of it, but I think I was probably a girl who didn’t do much exercise and was unlucky, more than most people.
I hardly ever watch videos or programs about martial arts.
Despite this, Mama, who teaches me how to fight in this life, only knows how to fight four-legged animals.
I have absolutely no knowledge of fighting.
“You’re strange, but you’re a pretty good fighter. I’m always impressed.”
Mama praises me, but to be honest, it makes me feel a little strange.
In fact, the root of my fighting is the magical girl anime I watched in my previous life.
I have a vague memory that my parents in my previous life were always fighting.
Wanting to escape from my parents and reality, I watched an anime called… I’ve forgotten the name, but it was “something” called Magical Girl.
Of course, if my parents could hear the sound they would scold me for being annoying, so I turned the volume down just enough to barely hear them and put my face close to the screen.
I can’t really remember what it was about.
But I think at the time I was incredibly envious.
Of those girls who had the strength to fight, of those who had the courage to fight.
Perhaps it’s because those feelings were so strong that even now, after I’ve been reincarnated, I can still remember them, as if their fighting figures are burned into my soul.
<Everyone’s thoughts will become magic and give me the strength to fight! Take it! “Something”… Screeech! >
…Now that I think about it, it was an anime that made me want to ask, “Magic!?”, but the girls were violent and solved everything by punching and kicking, but their overly flashy movements have become my fighting style now.
Thanks to my mom’s hellish training that I don’t want to remember and the excellent body I’ve been reincarnated into in this life, I’ve acquired the physical ability to jump twenty meters and break tree trunks three meters in diameter with a kick, so it suits me surprisingly well.
Of course, people who do real martial arts would probably chuckle, and to mom and the strong Fenrir, I think they just look like strange moves.
But honestly, that’s the only way I can think of to fight, so I have no choice but to incorporate magical girl moves.
I placed the Wyvern Fake Dragon beside the entrance to the cave and went inside.
Then, I picked up a jar from the dim cave.
The jar was big enough for me, a ten-year-old, to hold, and contained soap.
Originally, there was soap in this world, and I was using one that my elf sister had given me, but it seemed to use animal oils and it smelled terrible.
So, I begged the elf sister to get me some seaweed ash and asked my mom to grow some olives, and somehow I managed to create something I’m confident in.
It didn’t work out, and I struggled, but I managed to make something.
I’m planning to make a rinse soon as well.
I’m grateful for my knowledge of web novels!
As I was thinking about this, I felt someone approach me from behind.
Then, over my shoulder, Fenrir’s face popped out.
It was my sister.
[Little sister, are you going to take a bath?]
[Yes.
Would you like to take a bath too, big sister?]
[Yes, I will] she says, rubbing her cheek against mine.
When I first said I wanted to take a bath, my mom and the rest of the family looked puzzled, but recently, everyone, except for my big brother, has been quite fond of it.
I had the impression that wild animals, dogs, and cats didn’t like baths, so I was a little surprised, but now that I think about it, I’ve heard that some animals bathe in hot springs to heal themselves, so I guess that’s how it is.
Besides, Fenrir is a proud animal to begin with.
Would it be rude to put her in the same category as other animals?
After leaving the cave with her big sister, we moved to a place a little away from the entrance.
Then, she puts her left hand forward and a white Fluffy appears.
It takes the shape of a large bathtub.
It’s a bold move I came up with when I saw my mom using the white Fluffy as a pot.
When I imagine water, water slowly seeps out of the white Fluffy.
Once I heat it up, the bath is complete.
My sister, who is the size of a truck, can also get in, so it’s more like a pool in a rich person’s house than a bath.
Then, my mom calls out from behind.
[Little girl, I’ll get in too, so I’ll do it here]
The white Fluffy slides out from behind me like an avalanche and grows to receive the water from my white Fluffy.
So fast!
In no time, the bath (pool size) is ready.
And the water is filled instantly.
Amazing!
And what’s more, the fluffy feeling that I and my other brothers and sisters couldn’t get without strongly imagining it from their hands and front legs can be manifested without any movement.
And what’s more, it can do multiple things at the same time.
Mommy is wonderful, as expected!
While I was taking off my clothes, Mommy and the others washed their fluffy bodies and poured water over them to remove dirt from their bodies.
I was the one who mentioned this, and Mommy and the others have been keeping to it faithfully.
It makes me happy.
When I finished taking off my clothes, I also poured water over myself–[Hya!], suddenly, hot water started pouring down from above my head.
I glared at my big sister, who was grinning as she stood in the bath with her front paws facing me.
A red fluffy fur was growing out from the end of them.
[I did it~]
I stretched out the white Fluffy from both hands and prepared it.
Big sister imitated me, preparing both her front paws.
She had a look of pride on her face.
Mommy sighed.
[Leave the playfulness for later]
White Fluffy stretches out from Mama’s body, and she lifts me up.
Then she plunges into the bath.
[Ahh! Mama! Be a bit more gentle!]
She was so rough that the water got into my nose.
I complained, but Mama didn’t listen. She slowly stepped into the bathtub with her right front paw and lowered her body into the water.
While she was doing that, she spread the white Fluffy over the clothes I had taken off and started doing the laundry.
Because of my comments, it’s now done like a drum washing machine.
It must be pretty difficult because you have to use water magic and other things at the same time, but Mama is doing it with no qualms.
At least, I can’t do it now.
It’s a very convenient magic, so I’d like to master it someday.
Well, for now, that’s fine.4
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