The sounds of training can be heard at the training ground next to the house of the thirteen Valkyries. Being a Valkyrie means a lot of training. What kind of battle maidens would they be if they couldn't hold a weapon in their hands?

The eldest Valkyrie, Brunhilda, walked gradually along the training ground, seeing how her younger sisters were training.As the eldest, the leader of the Valkyries, She must know all the sisters' strengths and weaknesses. Brunhilde, watching their training, is ready to help them. The youngest Valkyrie, Göll, ran to her sister and hugged her waist. "Sister... What weapon should I take?" Brunhilde gently ruffled the youngest's hair as she walked towards the training weapons. They would be choosing weapons for Göll.
Geirolul flew several meters, clutching her spear tightly. "Thrud, you're too strong!" The fifth Valkyrie sighs in irritation. The third Valkyrie laughed, swinging her axe and leaning it on her shoulder. "What can you do, Lul? That's just who I am," Thrud says affectionately, looking at his younger sister with a smile. Not far from them were four Valkyries, aiming at their target. Reginleif aiming with his pistol, Alvitr with a crossbow. And Randgriz and Hlokk with a bow. The attention of all the sisters was distracted by the sound of lightning. Everyone looked at the training of Göndül, who took the book to cast a spell, and the Hrist with golden eyes, showing her second personality. "Gondul, don't you dare strike your sister with lightning!" Reginleif shouted for the ninth sister. "Are you going to remind me of this for centuries?" Gondul said this, not distracted from the fight and Hrist, attacking her with a sword. All the remaining Valkyries are distracted for a couple of seconds and then continue their training. Brunhilde sighs, realizing that the training will turn into chaos... Again. When did their training ever go smoothly?