Rosetta-sama, You're Overdoing It! - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Rosetta Begins Morning Training

In the morning, I take a deep breath as soon as I wake up.

I lightly move my body and do some exercises before getting dressed with assistance.

Hmm, I still can’t get used to it. Maybe it’s because of my Japanese background that I feel uncomfortable having someone help me change clothes. The feeling of embarrassment always comes first.

But as a noble’s daughter, it seems improper to dress myself.

Actually, it feels more improper to have someone else help me, though.

Corsets are the worst. Why does everyone insist on making me wear something so restrictive?

I wash my face with the basin that Lionetta brought.

It’s not the kind of basin you use in the bath; it’s more like a bowl made of metal that’s been dented for cooking.

I hope we can make one to use in the bath eventually, along with a bathtub.

Someday, I’ll make that happen.

I go out to the garden and do some light radio exercises.

Starting with deep breaths while playing the usual music in my head.

Lionetta looks at me with a puzzled expression, as if asking, “What’s that all about?”

Ugh, it’s kind of awkward.

After finishing the exercises, I stretch my Achilles tendon and do some warm-up exercises.

It would be nice to do some splits, but I got scolded for it once and was told it was improper.

If Lionetta threatens to tell my parents if I do it again, I definitely can’t.

It’s just about keeping my body flexible.

If your body is stiff, you’re more prone to injuries, you know?

What if you tear a tendon or ligament just by walking?

It’s like a loud snap! It’s so intense that everyone can hear it, you know!?

I jog lightly around the estate.

From the second lap onwards, I gradually increase my speed.

I’d like to do about ten laps, but I don’t have the ability for that yet, so for now, I’ll stick to three.

After finishing the run, I walk around casually until my breathing regulates.

Stopping abruptly is also dangerous.

I don’t want to collapse from a heart attack, so I keep walking until my breathing settles.

I feel like a wandering zombie.

“What’s with that raised hand, Miss?”

I’ll say it again. I feel like a wandering zombie. Ugh.

But I’m a cute zombie, right?

Huh? No good? You don’t get it? You don’t understand at all.

Alright, zombie time’s over.

Hmm, I’d like to try some somersaults and backflips while I’m at it.

Speaking of gymnastics, there’s rhythmic gymnastics and artistic gymnastics.

For rhythmic gymnastics, it’s basically performing routines on a mat.

For boys, there are four events: floor exercise, pommel horse, rings, and vault. For girls, there are four individual events: ribbon, hoop, clubs, and ball. Hmm, what else was there?

Then there’s also group routines where everyone does flips and throws equipment in a way that crosses paths, increasing points.

Well, there’s a lot more to it, but that’s the gist.

Now, for artistic gymnastics, you probably know from watching it at the Olympics.

There’s the pommel horse, rings, and, oh, those are for boys. For girls, there’s the balance beam, right? Wait, is that artistic gymnastics or rhythmic gymnastics?

Oops. When I was a kid, I only watched boys’ rhythmic gymnastics and girls’ artistic gymnastics, so my memory’s fuzzy.

Oh well. It doesn’t matter since nobody here knows about it anyway.

Hmm, there’s no mat here, and I don’t want to get the ground all dirty and make Lionetta angry.

Is there a better way to do this?

Oh well, I’ll figure it out later. For now… here goes nothing! Flip, roll, and tumble!

“Oh no, milady! That’s dangerous, very dangerous! Ahh!”

Lionetta instinctively covered her eyes with both hands.

Right in front of her, I was attempting a side flip, stepping forward and launching into a lateral rotation without using my hands on the ground.

So, my head was skimming just above the ground, which even surprised Lionetta.

But it’s okay, I knew I had the speed to pull it off.

And there, successful landing!

“No, absolutely not!”

Huh?

“If it’s not allowed, it’s not allowed. That move is forbidden, absolutely forbidden! It’s too dangerous!!”

Even though I haven’t tried a front flip, a back flip, or a round-off into a layout yet, it’s a no-go from the get-go?

Oh well. Then let’s switch to dancing.

Maybe I’ll breakdance, but I know she’ll say no to that too.

I wonder if I can practice somewhere without Lionetta seeing.

While pondering such things, it was time for breakfast.

I learned table manners with the butler’s guidance.

It’s similar to what I learned in Japan, but it’s not Japanese manners; it’s more like European aristocratic manners. It’s such a hassle.

Both my mother and father seem so happy watching me being scolded.

Father, you keep saying to grow up, but it’s only been a few days since I started practicing table manners, you know? You’ve been saying it every day since then.

I don’t feel like I’m growing up at all every day, you know?