Faye Yardley didn't return to her cabin, either. Instead, she went to an open area on the raft, took out her longsword, and began to practice.
She had never learned from a longsword Skill Book, but she had a foundation in Basic Martial Arts. Combined with her experience killing zombies with a longsword in the dungeon, she wielded the blade with a certain imposing air.
Her down jacket became a hindrance during her workout, so she soon stripped down to a simple tracksuit. She didn't feel the cold at all. In fact, as she continued to train, the heat radiating from her body met the cold air, making it look as if she were steaming.
Willow Yardley, fishing under the canopy, would occasionally glance over. Seeing Faye's determination to grow stronger brought a look of quiet satisfaction to her face.
At 6:00 p.m. sharp, Willow Yardley called a halt to the high-intensity training.
"Sister, you should take a shower and rest. I'll have dinner ready soon."
"Thanks."
