Another hour or two later, teens were groaning in pain, their entire bodies sore. They convinced the three kids to massage their arms and legs.
How much those little fists could actually help with, only they knew.
"It always starts this way," she said. "Your body is adjusting. Soon, that same amount of exercise would only make you sweat at most."
"Really?"
"Really."
Grandma looked at the kids and smiled. She shook her head and then started to prepare lunch. She didn't bother her descendants. She could easily cook for an entire clan on her own.
She did, after all, serve as a chef once upon a time, back in the war.
Naia, on the other hand, did not really cook much. Nadia had experience, being treated as a maid and all, but the Cerra family had their own cook, so it was never her turn to learn anything intricate and presentable. At best, Nadia was just forced to make her own food from leftover materials.
