The first step to take when you set foot on a battlefield was to don an armor.
"Ugh..." Sarah groaned after enduring hours of stings and itchiness assaulting her scalp. "Did I choose this willingly because I subconsciously wanted to avoid using my head?"
Sarah just lamented the fact that armor could sometimes hurt the wearer.
After several days of process, including consultation and a request for a private room in a new place that Sua introduced to her, Sarah finally donned her new helm.
Well, half of it.
She still needed to style it for the event they had to attend that night, but the most painful process had passed, at least.
Hajin chuckled from the side. "It's good to stop thinking too hard sometimes, Master. Your head also needs a rest."
"This is not resting, though?" Sarah gave the man a stink eye. "My scalp is going through a battle."
