Experience is split evenly between your sister.

Savage

Lvl: 6

Hp: 39/39

Mp: 17/17

Melee Attack: 34

Ranged Attack: 0

Defense: 9

Weakness: None

Abilities:

****(2/3): Lose 15% accuracy for a 10% damage boost to your next attack.

"I'm feeling like a warrior now." Everything feels odd as you survey your new surroundings. You just did something that seemed impossible. "My **** skill got better. Not lot's better. But better." Your assessment seems to make the rest of the tribe laugh other than your sister who has the same confused expression to why they think it's funny.

"More than that changed." She is staring at you with an odd look of appraisal and you catch yourself staring back at her. If she's identical to you, that means you must have changed like she has as well. A couple of inches taller, longer hair that is a silky black and apparently she has a slight scar on her cheek despite never having gotten one from all the times she was killed before.

Then the fur armor seems to have changed as well. It seems to expose a lot of the body, including the stomach revealing a toned figure. Even your boots have grown taller, becoming thigh high as the fur hem line brushes around the skin. You can notice the same kind of fur lining on the top of her armor wrapping around the neck and feel it on yours. There's no mistake. Even with your bodies exposed like this, you two look much more mature and serious as fighters than before.

"Guy said he was holding onto things. We should take things." Your sister suggests. Your bodies may look almost imposing to the average person, but your brains still need to play catch up to the average person. "Let's take useful things." As soon as you point this out, her eyes widen clearly not having considered this. "Taking useful things is more helpful than taking not useful things."