Back to Mimi.
Since Master Emilia was already pushing herself and training hard since early morning, as her first and only dear companion beast, Mimi couldn't possibly allow herself to slack off!
She told herself that—and her tiny chest puffed out with fierce determination.
Alright, let's train!
She let out a low, serious meow to pump herself up. Even her tail stood tall with resolve.
But… there was a problem.
Where should she even start?
Or rather, how the heck was a Noctifelis supposed to train to get stronger?
For humans, it was straightforward. They could hit the gym, swing a sword, practice magic, or even spar with each other. But Mimi? She was just a small black cat, barely the size of a loaf of bread, and couldn't even hold a stick because she lacked a thump.
Thus, what was she supposed to do now to train? Climb trees? Bust her furry ass and run a hundred laps around the mansion courtyard? Maybe practice her hunting skills on poor, unsuspecting butterflies?
