Chapter 9 Part 1 - Refusing Sleep

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Addor went outside after the servant helped dress her and found that the sun was high in the sky. Didn't Chen Ge say to sleep? He want's me to sleep in the middle of the day? Addor took a deep breath of the cool air and turned her head to the sun.

She was on the patio, a patio that ran around the house. The roof covered it, shading most of it, but when she went to the edge against the railing the warm sun covered her face. She sighed, it was really warm here. It was hot from where she was in her last world but it was also wet. This air felt clean and easy.

In front of her was a forest just beyond the stone courtyard. One had only jump the red fence off the stone balcony and run before being forever lost in the cover in trees. Made it an easy place to steal from.

She jumped over the fence and fell straight down the extra drop the lifted balcony gave. If she didn't have to worry anymore about being prosecuted for what she was born into, then she was going to stand in the sun with the rest of them. The ghost boy gasped at her movements and hurried over to the fence to look down only to find her already walking off towards the forest. He didn't know that the Fan Rei had built up any muscle let alone enough for her to drop three meters to a stone-covered yard. What Addor did next made him rethink his previous evaluation of her.

Addor walked a few yards to stand right in between the forest and the balcony and closed her eyes. Her arms were hanging loosely by her side, her back curved outward. She breathed in, her back straightening, then exhaled and her back curved out again. From where the ghost boy stood it looked like she was trying to imitate an ape. Addor took three more full breaths before springing up into the air and doing a front slip. She landed again on her feet three yards from where she stood earlier.

She paused. Her brow furrowed and she growled a bit before bending down and grabbing the ends of her robes. She folded the bottoms up and tucked them into her waist belt. The action revealed two white flawless calves, ankles, and knees.

The first thing she did was take her time and carefully stretch and warm up. With that out of the way, Addor flipped and tossed out a few jabs at an invisible opponent. She still missed her sports bra and leggings, but first and foremost she had to work on adding muscle to this twig of a body. Working with her imaginary partner for a while, she was finally understanding how her new body worked and why she overshot the jump off the horse. This body didn't have any muscle, but its limbs were longer than her old body, which gave her more reach.

Addor dropped her guard against her imaginary partner -- she called her imaginary partner Jue Dou in her past life. If she was training with someone, she might as well give him some techniques she has a hard time against and make him aim her her weak spots. It wasn't uncommon for him to win over her most of the time -- After almost two hours of training and she set onto her real training. Usually, she would have switched the process but she first needed to know what she should be training before she could do anything. She finished up with her cool down as the sun was beginning to set.

Honestly, she was disappointed. She'd only been training for about six hours and her body was already sore and exhausted.

When she was finished she walked back to the ghost boy, "I need to work on my stamina and flexibility. Then I'll work on gaining muscle. My core needs work. I've got blisters all over my feet only after a short practice, too. She didn't seem to have kept up with fluid much, either.

"I need to get this body healthy," Addor reported faithfully, just as she would do with Boss. She clutched a fist before turning to the ghost boy, "Food?"

She ignored the crowd that had gathered. Even talking to the ghost boy without care of what the servants watching might think. They were already whispering about her. It wasn't like she wasn't used to it, either. Many of the guys in her line of work would rather stare from afar than talk to the only little girl that could kill any one of them with her bare hands. Therefore ignoring it was a simple task.

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