Let's Train Heroine

As Maris soared high into the sky, she scanned the land below, her sharp eyes focusing on the area where the Tribal Women were said to live. From her vantage point, she could spot the small village nestled deep within a secluded forest, surrounded by towering trees and rugged mountains. It was a hidden haven, untouched by the outside world.

Maris closed her eyes for a moment, sensing the raw strength and energy emanating from the village below. The physical power of these women was undeniable, even from afar.

After confirming the location, Maris descended swiftly but gracefully, and soon they reached the village.

"Take the child, I want to confirm something so go ahead and give child back," Lucan handed the unconscience little girl to Maris.

"What? Why are you going alone, let me hand child back and then we can go together," Maris said.

"No, I need to go there alone and it's very important, so wait here, I be back in two hour," Lucan said and he disappeared from their in hurry.

Maris suprised at speed Lucan disappeared, now even if she wants to find him, it's not possible. Only way to find him would be again go up in the sky and scan eniter region, which take too much mana.

"Let's for wait for two hours," Maris muttered as she went to tribal gate. Maris's presence immediately drew attention. The Tribal Women, who were in the midst of their daily routines, stopped in their tracks as they noticed the newcomer. Maris's beauty was otherworldly—her radiant aura, her long flowing pink hair, and her striking light blue eyes.

But it wasn't just her appearance that captivated them. There was something else, something deeper, an unexplainable power that made the women uneasy.

One by one, they began to whisper among themselves. "Who is she? Why does she feel so... different?"

"She's not one of us... but she's not ordinary either."

Their confusion quickly gave way to fear. They had never seen anyone like Maris, and her presence alone sent ripples of anxiety through the village. Some women stepped back, while others stood frozen, unsure of how to react.

However, amidst the apprehension, one woman remained unfazed. She stepped forward confidently, her black, short hair swaying with each step. Her attire was simple yet striking—a tight animal-skin garment that covered only her breasts and hips, leaving much of her muscled, scarred body exposed.

This woman approached Maris without hesitation, her gaze unwavering. She was taller and more physically imposing than most of the other Tribal Women, and her presence commanded respect.

"Where did you find that child?" the woman asked, her voice steady and direct, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the little girl in Maris's arms.

Maris smiled softly and lowered the girl from her embrace. "I found her snowy area of Icelist," she explained. "She said was sold by mother and father but I saw the mark on forehead, so I brought her here."

The woman studied the little girl for a moment, and a flicker of recognition crossed her face. "Oh, she is Rekha" she muttered to herself. Then, louder, she added, "Thank you for bringing her back. We thought we might never see her again."

Maris handed the girl over. The tension in the air began to dissipate, and Maris could feel the atmosphere of the village shifting from wary suspicion to gratitude.

"I am Reshmi, the leader of this tribe," the woman introduced herself, her eyes meeting Maris's. "And you are?"

"Maris Rainsa," she replied, her voice gentle but firm. "I am a saint."

Upon hearing the word "saint," the demeanor of the Tribal Women changed completely. Whispers rippled through the crowd once again, but this time, it was in awe rather than fear.

"A saint? She's a saint..."

"That explains her aura... she's divine."

Reshmi nodded, her expression softening. "Then we owe you not just our thanks, but our respect. It's rare for anyone outside our valley to visit, let alone a saint. You are most welcome here."

Maris smiled warmly, "I'm happy to have helped. This little girl was in danger, and I couldn't leave her behind."

At that moment, a woman came rushing forward from the back of the crowd. Her eyes were filled with desperation and hope. "My daughter!" she cried out, rushing to take the little girl into her arms. The mother clung tightly to her child, tears streaming down her face. "I thought I'd lost you forever!"

The little girl was still unconscience. The mother and little girl were young, mother being 18 years old and child being just 1 years old, sneak out to see market. At that time the child was kidnapped and after many here and there, the child ended up with greedy and lustful woman and abusive man. Then they sold child to noble but the child ran away, end up meeting Maris and Lucan.

Reshmi placed a hand on the woman's shoulder, offering silent support, while the other women gathered around, expressing their relief that the girl had been found.

"You have done a great service to our tribe, Saint Maris," Reshmi said, turning her attention back to the saint. "We are in your debt. If there is anything we can do to repay you, just ask."

Maris shook her head humbly. "There's no need for repayment. I only did what was right. But... I am curious about your tribe and your way of life. Perhaps, if you don't mind, I could learn more about your people while I'm here?"

Reshmi smiled. "Of course. You are our honored guest, and we will gladly share our stories and knowledge with you. Come, we will feast tonight in your honor."

As the women of the village began to prepare for the celebration, Maris was glad that she had been welcomed warmly by these powerful women. She had thought in the past because of fight between 78th Saint and Rasha created negative image of saint but it seemed that's not the case.