“Nini, do you think it looks good?”
White Feather Dove couldn’t really say if it looked good or not; after all, she was just a few months old.
“It’s gorgeous, my precious Big White.”
Anyway, Feini was extremely satisfied with her masterpiece. The goddess-knight from her favorite video games and anime was standing right in front of her, as if in a dream.
Big White’s appearance just didn’t suit any sort of school uniform—her breathtaking beauty simply didn’t match the campus style.
But now, dressed in the outfit Feini had picked for her, she looked just like a Valkyrie descending to earth—beautiful and formidable.
“Feini, Big White, I’m done changing. Are you two ready yet?”
Qingshamu’s voice came from outside the changing room.
“All done.”
“Let me see what you put together.”
The two hurried out, and Feini was instantly dumbfounded.
Because Qingshamu had shamelessly copied her outfit—her look was almost identical to White Feather Dove’s.
The only difference was that she wore a black long dress, her armor was a quenched dark blue, and she was holding a cool, matte-finished double-faced helmet, looking even more stylish and impressive than our Big White.
“Feini, did you put this together? We really are connected at heart, aren’t we?” Qingshamu grinned smugly, her words as mushy as could be, upon seeing Big White dressed almost exactly like herself.
“Your smile is kinda disgusting.” Feini glared at her.
“What about you? Why are you still in your school uniform?” Qingshamu asked.
“Oh, right.” Feini snapped out of it. She’d been so busy dressing up her daughter that she forgot to pick clothes for herself.
But thinking about it, she was honestly a total slacker, not fit for any real profession. Whatever she wore would just give her away.
“I’ve got an outfit that’s perfect for you.” Qingshamu, seeing Feini’s troubled face, immediately knew what was up.
Feini was skeptical but followed her for another round of shopping.
Qingshamu picked out a rather plain dress for Feini, not much different from what the two girl swordsmen wore underneath, just without the light armor.
The biggest difference was a pair of all-terrain grass-woven sport sandals.
Feini’s eyelids twitched madly; she just knew this had to be one of Qingshamu’s own weird fetishes.
She slipped the outfit on, feeling chilly, and threw her little sweater on top—didn’t seem much different from her school uniform.
“Stop wearing that ragged sweater, put this on instead.” Qingshamu handed her a bright green Windbreaker Cloak.
“Huh?” Feini took off her sweater and put on the green cloak. It was comfortable, a bit chuunibyou, but totally her style.
Wearing this cloak, she finally felt like she’d crossed into another world—instead of just a backstabbing fantasy school.
“What does this do?” Feini asked.
“This cloak is high-grade gear. It comes with the passive skill [Avoid the Wind]. It can block ordinary ranged attacks, like arrows and stuff.”
Qingshamu explained with a cheerful smile. “And this here—this is your exclusive equipment.”
With that, she handed Feini a Lute.
“…” Feini immediately got what she meant and realized what her profession was.
“I’ve seen some clueless Adventurer Squads bring along team members whose only job is to sing and tell stories, no need to fight on the front lines. Perfect for you,” Qingshamu introduced.
Feini felt insulted, but couldn’t argue—she really was dead weight in a fight.
In the end, all she could do was quietly accept the Lute and pluck a few strings—strum, strum, strum.
This was the classic otherworldly slacker profession: [Bard].
Usually, you’d just hide at the back of the group, playing music and singing to buff your teammates, but she didn’t even have any support abilities—she really was just here for the ride.
Well, she was a slacker anyway. A slacker’s class for a true slacker—a perfect match.
Once the three had changed, they went to check out the Double Tea Party’s four-girl group.
“……”
“……”
Feini and Qingshamu took one look and immediately felt like their eyes were sullied, left speechless for a long time.
Except for Xueyuedai, both Ten-Step Hall and the Golden Fang Beast Sisters were decked out in ultra-heavy armor, transformed into heavy infantry—defense to the max.
But even Xueyuedai was in a full suit of knight’s armor, though she looked very unwilling.
“If you go out looking like that, anyone who sees you is bound to get suspicious. No sane person goes adventuring in ultra-heavy knight’s armor,” Feini complained helplessly.
“Feini, how do you know so much?” Lianjian was still unconvinced.
“I’m a trap-weapon monster. I’ve dealt with real Adventurers. Have you ever seen one?” Feini put one hand on her hip, pointing with the other.
Her words made Qingshamu beside her pause, reminding her that Feini was, after all, the infamous Slayer Demon Sword Phoenix, while she herself was the Hero.
She suddenly sobered up—she was supposed to be on an undercover mission, how could she be goofing around like this?
“Then what should we do?” Lianjian asked.
“First, take that armor off!” Feini, uncharacteristically forceful, gave the order.
The Tooth Beast Sisters glanced at Ten-Step Hall.
“Feini knows what she’s doing. Let’s listen to her,” Ten-Step Hall surprisingly relented.
Everyone obediently stripped off their heavy, mismatched armor.
“Hopeless. Not a single reliable one among you. If you went into the wild like this, any Adventurer Squad you met would suspect you in an instant. Let me pick something for you.”
Feini dashed to the clothing rack, eager to choose outfits. She’d already decided on the perfect looks for this bunch.
A short while later…
Lianjian was wearing a red, high-slit qipao, her hair in two buns, styled just like a waitress from Jingui Lou.
Yeqi was dressed in a black-belt kung fu robe, her hair up in a sharp, practical ponytail—she looked full of fighting spirit.
The Golden Fang Beast Sisters—one looked furious, the other quite pleased.
“Is this even for humans? Half my butt’s hanging out,” Lianjian complained furiously, protesting nonstop.
“There are safety shorts, so no need to worry about exposure. It’s more convenient for movement, too. Remember, your profession is Fighter. If anyone asks, just say you’re a boxer. This is exactly how Fighters dress,” Feini lied with a perfectly straight face.
“Got it,” Yeqi responded powerfully.
“Yeqi, you don’t have to be so respectful to her!” Lianjian stamped her foot in anger.
As for Ten-Step Hall and Xueyuedai, their outfits were even simpler: baggy black robes like garbage bags, big hoods to hide half their faces, each with a red- or blue-trimmed cloak.
Classic Magician attire, just like the witches.
“Perfect.”
Feini had everyone line up, nodding in satisfaction.
Other than the team roles being a bit odd, you could say there wasn’t a single flaw.