Hikari ran through the forest path.
Her morning routine whenever she was not out on a mission.
Her shoe prints were visible on the path ahead.
This was her everyday route.
The area around the estate was beautiful.
Lush forests teeming with wildlife.
Her booming steps scared a flock of birds away as she ran past them.
She reached the cave where she lived.
Tent cloth that the army uses out in the field draped over the entrance, which she used as a door.
Wooden fencing around her yard to keep the bears out.
A good workout to get her blood pumping for the day.
Her tops were soaked.
Brown stains on her socks from all of the dust she kicked up as she ran.
Her flats suffered even worse.
She removed them and gave them a good shake before placing them by the door.
Her socks were brown and dirty from the running.
She would wear them again for tomorrow's run.
The RazenHeir estate in the distance.
The main mansion was up atop a hill.
Its pristine white walls.
The drill hall.
The courtyard was filled with knights doing their morning drills.
A ring of old walls surrounded it.
Sentries patrolled the walls.
Cannons faced outwards.
A road led towards the zeppelin port of Moradale in the distance.
Wagons and merchant convoys moved past the estate.
Since the cultists attacked, the road had been becoming more and more busy of late.
Sometimes even congested.
Hikari picks up a tank of water and drinks.
It fits into her hand.
She checks the rain collector.
Full. It had rained since she was gone.
She picks up a pair of empty cylindrical water tanks.
She telekinetically lifts the water from the rain collector into the water tank.
Her telekinetic powers help filter out the remaining dirt in the water.
She notices something.
A part of the wooden fencing had been torn down.
Tracks led from the broken segment of the fence into her cave.
"Ivory berries."
She cursed.
She put down the water tanks and pulled out a dagger strapped to the entrance of her cave.
The curtains were pulled aside.
Her home.
Her bed was the size of a stable.
Bedding thick enough that would weigh down a horse.
Her short sword and a handful of throwing daggers strapped to the wall.
A bow improvised from a wall-mounted ballista.
Her claymore and wyvern skin armour was stored at the estate, undergoing maintainance after the battle.
Stacks of crates of her food stores.
Grain bags, the staple of her diet.
Wheatgrass bags, fodder for giant draft animals.
Imported from the kingdom of Herdial to the west.
It contains a special substance that helps giants from collapsing under their own weight.
Her precious meat stores hung from the ceiling.
A rare commodity for her, given her size.
It was the key ingredient in her meals to make them less bland.
She rations them out sparingly across many meals.
A grizzly bear stood on its hind legs and clawed away in the air.
It was not the first time her meat had been stolen.
She hung them high enough that even she had to use her telekinesis to retrieve them.
The bear turns to look at her, growling at the giantess and backing off towards the wall.
Hikari looks down at it.
Her stomach rumbled.
The bear lets out a whimpering cry, charging past her out the door.
Hikari's stomach rumbled again.
The bear ran as fast as it could.
A ballista bolt whirled through the air and skewered it through its back.
The giantess picked it up and slung it over her shoulder.
Her stomach rumbled.
She drools.
She put down the dead bear and kept her bow and arrow.
Her dagger plunged into the bear.
She cut a slit down the middle and pulled out the skin with her hand.
The organs went into a clean water tank.
The skin piled up on one side.
She cut the meat.
Washing her hands, she put her cauldron on the stove and filled it up with water.
Coal goes below the cauldron.
Incinerate. A burst of fire from her hand.
The cauldron heats.
While waiting for it to boil, she began removing her clothes.
They were soaked through from her morning run.
The stench was strong.
She could use a shower.
The air around her moved as she channeled her mana.
Her clothes disassembled into small sheets.
The sheets of cloth flew around in the air.
She guided them, laying them out neatly on a stone table for them to dry in the sun.
That's how her outfits were made.
Small sheets of cloth that could stick to each other.
Weavers inscribe runes into the cloth that allow the sheets to attach and detach from their neighbors.
It was the only feasible way to maintain outfits big enough to fit her giant body.
Especially if she grows bigger.
She would just take more pieces of cloth and reassemble them into an outfit that fits her new size.
She took a water tank and poured its contents over her head.
The refreshing cool water flowed down her body.
But she was not done yet.
The air around her swirled.
The puddle of water at her feet moved in a vortex up her body, scrubbing away the sweat and grime with the force of its flowing motion.
She pulled a water tank towards her.
This one contained soap.
Cheap, mass-produced soap that the peasants used.
She dipped her finger into the vicious liquid and rubbed it over her muscular body.
The vortex of water swirled from her feet to her neck again, dragging the soap along with it for an even deeper clean.
A tank of fresh water to clean out the soap.
She felt clean.
A telekinetic blast in all directions pushed away the residual moisture.
Her towel floated to her.
It was only big enough to wipe one of her legs at a time.
The towel moved up and down her body in a smooth, flowing motion.
Despite its small size compared to her, her telekinesis allowed it to work quickly.
Drying her entire body within the time she would take to finish a set of push-ups.
She bundled her silver hair and squeezed the water.
The cauldron bubbled.
She took a few slices of bear meat and threw them in.
She could already taste the fresh bear meat.
A bag of grain. A bag of wheatgrass.
A box of root vegetables that keep easily.
She crushes the radish with her hand before dropping it into the stew.
She mixes the stew with her ladle.
Her breakfast cooks.
She flips open a crate.
It was full of fresh cloth pieces.
She has a fresh change of clothes every alternate day.
The washing bay at the estate wouldn't keep up with her otherwise.
Her running outfit airing on the stone would still be her running outfit the next morning.
But today, she has a fresh change of clothes.
It never fails to put her in a better mood.
Fresh white shirt.
Short sleeves revealing her huge biceps.
Her belly button exposed, her steel-hard abdominal muscles on either side.
A short skirt.
The muscles on her lower thigh above her kneecaps.
Thick knee socks that cover her leg up to her kneecaps.
The contours of her calves visible from behind.
The socks will bear the brunt of the sweat from her workout as they flow down her body.
She walks over to her bubbling cauldron.
She pressed down on the cooking stew with the back of her ladle.
It was done.
She grabbed a tank of water and shook it.
Nothing came out.
She peered into the tank and found that she was out of salt.
The delivery from Herdial had been disrupted due to the wall.
Her stomach rumbled.
She would have to bear the bland stew.
She pushed her ladle into the cauldron and placed the spoonful in her mouth.
Bland. But the taste of fresh bear meat made up for it a little.
The wheatgrass was especially chewy.
It takes the jaws of a giant that can crush steel plates to grind them into paste that could easily be swallowed.
She ate and ate.
She was still recovering from the exertion of storming a cultist stronghold.
Before she knew it, she was scraping the bottom of the cauldron.
She scraped the bottom completely clean before holding the cauldron up with both arms and pouring the remainder into her mouth.
Hikari began her meditation.
Her mana races through her body.
Controlling her mana flow, the most basic step in casting spells.
Her telekinesis. Her innate mana form.
She practices activating it within her body.
Her RazenHeir form. The mana form of the RazenHeir house that she received.
She had been practicing it for long enough that it felt like an innate mana form.
She stands up.
A good hour of morning practice to maintain her mana form.
She was ready to head out to the estate.
She checks in with the scout master if he has any missions for her.
Perhaps a bounty on a troll terrorizing villages.
Perhaps dire Ents deciding to wander out of their forest again.
Or perhaps another cultist encampment that needs dealing with.
If there's nothing, she'll go to the drill hall.
She hadn't been there since she was dispatched to fight the cultists.
She grabs her harvest sack.
A bag made of durable wyvern skin, which she brings out on campaigns.
She cleans the bear skin and meat and rolls them up in her harvest sack.
She'll bring the meat to the butcher and the skin to the tanner.
The alchemist will be happy to have the organs.
The butcher turns it into salted meat.
The tanner and the alchemist give her spire silvers, which she could use to buy more meat.
She wraps the meat in the skin and ties it up with rope, putting it into her harvest sack.
In goes the can of bear organs.
A pile of her dirty laundry from the previous, previous day.
Hope the maids won't complain too much about the smell.
Just as she was about to set off, she heard the sound of horses approaching.
Several of them.
A troop of RazenHeir knights rode towards her.
Her lady Ria rode in the middle.
"Morning, my Lady."