Just a few hours before Zuzia and the girls entered the city.
The streets were already bustling with activity. Workers hurried toward their destinations, merchants shouted to attract customers, and the rhythmic clatter of machinery echoed from distant factories. Yet, amid the crowd, a few curious eyes turned toward a small group walking calmly toward the weapon factory.
"Why are we getting so much attention?" Tyla asked, her voice muffled slightly by the black surgical like mask covering her face.
"It's obviously you," Yumina replied with a sigh. "Even though you're hiding behind that mask and hat, your… body shape is still way too noticeable —especially in that tight uniform."
Tyla blinked, looking down at herself. The factory's gray uniform hugged her curves more than she had realized.
"Hm… I didn't think about that. I just picked your size," Tyla said casually.
