Sakuramoria

"Farewell, girls... Please," the recruit says almost inaudibly.
After waving goodbye to both of them and saying her farewells, she leaves.

Entering the training hall, where Thyme was teaching them how to handle weapons, Barbarian approached a mannequin and began to beat it methodically, using her fists. The recruit was generally capable of fighting in this way, at least on a basic level; you learn a lot when you hang out with the boys.
Now, Varya wasn't hitting with rage or frenzy, mindlessly tickling the mannequin; instead, she was hitting slowly, with pauses, but putting maximum effort into each strike. Although the recruit sadly noted to herself that even this way, she could barely harm the straw-filled dummy, and her own knuckles were soon bruised and bleeding to the point of numbness. The girl felt a pang of self-pity for the fact that, despite her good initial potential, she hadn't been able to train her hands into anything other than two long sticks, and her speed, an important characteristic for working with a scythe, left much to be desired. Her combat intuition seemed to be working fine, but she struggled with ordinary conversation; feeling her comrades was an important trait, but Varya was simply friendly, not skilled at conversation. She could justify this by saying that such skills weren't needed in her past, because her previous friends understood everything without words, and, most importantly, they never had situations where a word could hurt someone or create distrust, and their personalities were simple, all raised in the same way. It wasn't like here, where people from all over the country and even from abroad had gathered, and everyone had their own culture.
All of this, as well as the king's fault in putting everyone in this situation and doing who knows what to Yukka, so that now even the slightest ill-chosen word gives her a headache, were all pathetic excuses for her incompetence and helplessness – with this thought, Varya hit the mannequin particularly hard with her fist, scattering bloody splashes around.
Having released her frustration in this way and catching her breath, she goes to Clivia in the infirmary.