Muku hastily covered his junk after realising that the flames burned. He ignored the pain and focused on protecting his dignity.
{Don't worry about that. I made your clothes fireproof. And even if they weren't, do you think they could prevent me from taking a peek? Of course, I'm not that shameless. And have zero interest in that. Anyway, continue the trial without worry} Mrs C's voice sounded in Muku's head.
Hearing what she had to say he calmed down. There really was nothing he could do if she wanted to see. Fortunately, she didn't seem interested in that anyway. Then again, she was his mother, so of course she wouldn't care.
Anyway, with that matter taken care of. Muku focused on the trial again. This time he didn't jump in. He held out his hand while standing at the edge.
He wanted to see if he would build resistance like Mrs C said. He trusted her of course, but still, it was a painful experience, so he wanted assurance. That was something he could only get from himself.
