Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

Wheels scraped against the floorboards, the blades all clanging as it moved. Jotou pushed the rack of second-hand swords out the door, blocking the exit.

"You're gonna have to push that till the back," Hotaru told through the gap above.

Jotou sighed. 'Why does every sword I use end up breaking?' She pushed it out the- "THumP! ClAng!" -door...

The withering white flowers and grass were trampled by metal. Jotou groaned to the sky whilst a brunette slipped past, quickly making her way to the back of the house.

"Some help would be nice!" Jotou exclaimed before Fumeko got out of earshot. "Asobi!? Can you help me with this?"

The magician appeared out the door and peered to the fallen blades, "Are we burying the swords? Silly Jotou, they're swords, they don't need funerals!" Asobi shook her head with a smile.

"Just help me pick them up..."

Fumeko made her way to the back—the open plane of grass stretched out till Kria Park in the near distance, trees scarcely to their side.

"Woah! Are these all for me to learn shadow magic!?" Fumeko gawked to the dozens upon dozens of open books, with notes pinned to bookmark the pages.

Hotaru held her fists to her waist, "What? No, yours are over there," she pointed to about five books, closed and stacked to the side.

"These are all for Jotou. You're going to be learning heat," the teapot kept to that side made more sense now.