Let's Train Heroine

The Tribal Women, shrouded in mystery, were said to have descended from an ancient lineage, originating in the hidden Valley of the Crescent Moons—a place that was as old as seven divine beast.

The valley was secluded, protected by towering mountains and thick, enchanted forests that could not be traversed by ordinary means. This place was said to be where the first Tribal Woman was born, and from her, the entire race of Tribal Women emerged.

The lore surrounding them was scarce, primarily because they had remained hidden from the world for centuries. Their seclusion wasn't just a matter of survival but also an act of preservation. The Tribal Women were an all-female race, bound by their own unique customs and magic. One of their most sacred practices was their means of reproduction—something that set them apart from all other beings.

When a Tribal Woman reached puberty, she would undertake a pilgrimage to the River of Birth, a mystical river that flowed deep within the Valley of the Crescent Moons. It was said that the waters of the river were infused with the essence of life itself. Upon drinking from the river, the Tribal Woman would conceive a child—not by ordinary means but through the magical properties of the water.

This child would always be female, ensuring the continuation of their race.

As a result, the Tribal Women had no need for men, which led to their isolation from the rest of the world. They built their society around strength, unity, and the guidance of their elders, who passed down ancient knowledge of their powers and the world outside the valley.

The Tribal Women were not only known for their unique way of reproducing but also for their unparalleled physical strength. Each woman was blessed with superhuman abilities. Their muscles became as strong as steel, and their reflexes were sharpened to perfection. It was said that even the weakest among them could lift mountains and fell trees with a single strike.

Their strength, however, was not just physical. Tribal Women were also capable of drawing upon the elemental magic of nature. They could command the wind, manipulate water, and even channel the earth's energy into their bodies. This combination of raw physical might and elemental control made them formidable opponents, even against the most powerful beings in the world.

But perhaps the most famous tale involving the Tribal Women was the battle between one of their strongest warriors and the 78th Saint.

The 78th Saint was renowned as the most physically powerful of all the saints in history. She was a towering figure of justice and righteousness, feared by her enemies and revered by her allies. Her strength was legendary—her casual punches could reduce entire cities to rubble. With a flick of her wrist, she could shatter mountains, and her battle prowess was unrivaled.

Some said that she was born with the strength of a thousand kingdom class, with potential to become the god.

It was during a time of great unrest that the Tribal Woman known as Rasha encountered the 78th Saint. Rasha, who was hailed as the strongest of her tribe, had ventured outside the Valley of the Crescent Moons for unknown reasons, though some speculated it was to protect her people from an unknown threat.

The clash between Rasha and the 78th Saint was an event that nearly brought about the destruction of the Saint's Region. The battle raged for days, with both combatants exchanging devastating blows that tore through the land. The 78th Saint, known for her supreme physical strength, found herself evenly matched against Rasha.

Every punch she threw was met with equal force, and every blow that landed only seemed to make Rasha stronger.

The sheer magnitude of their battle was enough to cause natural disasters—earthquakes shook the ground, and the skies darkened with storms conjured by their fierce energies. Villages and towns were destroyed in the wake of their fight, and entire regions were left scarred by their power.

The 78th Saint had never faced anyone who could match her in raw strength, and for the first time in her life, she struggled to gain the upper hand. The battle was not just one of physical prowess but also one of willpower and endurance. Rasha, with her immense strength and unyielding determination, seemed invincible.

In the end, the fight concluded with no clear victor. The 78th Saint, recognizing the strength and honor of her opponent, chose to end the battle, offering a truce instead of continuing to risk the destruction of the world around them. Rasha, respecting the Saint's decision, agreed, and the two parted ways, each acknowledging the other as an equal.

This battle became legend, a tale passed down through the ages but along the way it lost, and today's time, no one remembers that.

As Lucan finished explaining the lore to Maris, she looked at the little girl in her arms with newfound understanding.

"She's one of them... a Tribal Woman," Maris murmured, her eyes filled with compassion. "If she grow up then she would probably be stronger."

Lucan nodded, his expression serious. "It's likely. That mark on her forehead isn't just a symbol. It's a sign that her strength will grow as she ages. But why did she appeared here? And how did this girl's mother is female like what she described and father?"

"There must be some reason, let's find out and also send her to her real home," Maris said.

"If I remember correctly then Tribal Woman live around here," Lucan said, "You can scan the area and look closely."

Maris heard, nodded and give little girl to Lucan and went high up in sky until she reached the end of it.

Maris still feel uneasy by this barrier that sky has but she had no solution, and she didn't want to tell Lucan about it yet, anyways she closed her eyes and started to find tribal woman society.

After some seconds, she found it. There was a small village where she could only see women and all of them had incredible physical strength.