A couple days passed.

Between the buildings, below the small balcony of Isabelle's house, there was a rather wide space that was sometimes filled with children playing games, or in this case, two warriors sparring. It wasn't a shady alley, as it wasn't far enough from the main roads, but it was out of people's way. The sun was at its highest point, which shone light straight down between the various homes like a spotlight upon the two. Said light shimmered also off the damp stone beneath them, from yet another recent rainfall that happened over night.

On one side was Jinny, garbed in her normal loose, green attire which was previously let out to dry. She had a thin wooden sword--one built for training--and her body was lowered in a readied stance.

Meanwhile, Belle stood ready as well. Her outfit was similar to the one she wore a few days prior, as it did have a short skirt, though her outfit's theme this time around was gold with black trim. She also had a wooden sword, but it was longer than her opponent's and required two hands to swing.

"Don't be afraid to hit me," Belle said. "We're sparring after all. I'd like to see what you can do. Plus, I can take it."

"Well, so can I," Jinny replied. "Getting smacked around once in awhile is the norm for an adventurer."

Belle smiled. "Let's test each other's skills then. Whenever you're ready."

They eyed each other over, both watching the other's stance shift as they started to move closer. Jinny struck first with a pirouette and a quick diagonal swipe, but her opponent brought the large sword up--hand against the side--to take the blow with hardly a flinch. She had to quickly dance to the side after that, as Belle threw a counterattack with a pivot and thrust of the pummel.

For a few more strikes, they danced around one another, but were able to dodge, parry, or block. Jinny then shifted back to catch her breath. Next time, she decided to open her arsenal of magical talents. She weaved back into combat, but around where she stepped were two other images of her. Hoping to take advantage of Belle's confused perception, she performed a feint, and then jabbed towards her shoulder.

Belle suddenly moved with incredibly speed to duck beneath the strike. Jinny's eyes widened. The girl's reflex was inhuman, and she took advantage of her opponent's surprise. She performed her own jab, and for a moment, she thought she made contact. However, the clone vanished, and she stumbled forwards. She spun, and blocked an attack from behind.

Now both of them were panting, so they took a step away.

"Your illusion magic makes you a tricky fight, Jin," Belle admitted.

"You're amazing too!"

"Thanks... I know a bit of magic myself. You see, I use magic to speed up my own body and mind in temporary bursts. It's really exhausting, but I'm getting better."

"That won't be enough to beat me. You haven't even hit me yet," Jinny teased and stuck out her tongue.

Belle pursed her lips. Slowly, she let go of the sword with one of her hands, which caught Jinny's eye. It moved down.

What is she doing? Jinny thought. Does she know more magic than that?

The hand gently took hold of the brim of her skirt, and she rose it up her thigh until Jinny spotted thin blue fabric beneath. Jinny's nose turned pink.

In the distraction, Belle leapt forward, and with both of her hands back on the hilt of the training sword, she swung and bumped against her opponent's shoulder. The girl gasped out and stumbled to the side. Frustrated and embarrassed, Jinny rubbed the soreness the impact left behind and glared.

"That wasn't fair!" Jinny yelled.

"What wasn't fair?"

She grumbled. Then, she grinned as she hatched an idea of her own. She brought up her free hand, moved it over her navel, and took hold of the bottom of her shirt. Then she yanked it up, which caused her large tits to drop, bouncing completely free. Belle's face filled with colour, not at all expecting such a bold counterattack.

Then Jinny froze for a moment. At the end of the alley stood young man, perhaps in his mid-teens. His jaw was practically on the floor. After making eye-contact, the boy sprinted off with a smile as if he'd seen an angel, and Jinny swiftly thrust her shirt back down. Her face was red, her heart was racing, and her breathing was even quicker than it was during their sparring.

Belle had noticed too, and couldn't help but laugh. She tried to hide it beneath her hand but it sneaked out regardless.

"Are you okay?" Belle asked.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine."

"I guess you made that guy's day."

Jinny wasn't sure what to say in response. She was too flustered.

"Aw. Hey, come here," Isabelle cooed. She stepped over to the redhead and wrapped her arms around her in a tender embrace.

"Thank you," Jinny said, and giggled. "I guess you won this one."