Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 355

Chapter 355: Heroine’s in Vardant Region
Maris, Lucan, and Bing stood at the edge of a sprawling city that seemed to emerge seamlessly from the greenery around it. Towering structures made entirely of twisting vines and blooming flowers rose high into the sky, their surfaces glistening with dew in the sunlight. Roads paved with soft moss meandered through the city, and the air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth.

Unlike the human cities they were used to, this place felt alive, pulsing with energy and life. Even the buildings seemed to shift ever so slightly, as though they were breathing.

“Looks like a city made entirely of nature,” Bing said, her voice filled with wonder.

Lucan nodded. “It’s a marvel. But there’s something… unusual about this place.”

Maris squinted as figures moved through the streets. The beings here resembled human women at first glance, but a closer look revealed their plant-like nature. Their skin was smooth and green, covered in veins like leaves. Hair made of petals or vines cascaded down their shoulders, and their eyes shimmered like droplets of water. They were naked, but there were no distinct features like nipples or genitalia.

“Are they… all women?” Bing asked curiously.

“No,” Maris said, observing closely. “They only look like women. They must have taken this form for some purpose.”

“Let’s make ourselves same,” Maris muttered. With a flick of her hand, she used her reality-bending magic to transform their appearances. She and Lucan now had green skin and floral features, while Bing’s icy-blue tones were replaced by soft green hues, her hair transforming into flowing strands of vines adorned with tiny blossoms.

“There,” Maris said. “We should blend in now.”

Lucan glanced at his transformed hands and sighed. “I suppose this will help us gather information without causing alarm.”

Maris turned to her companions. “Where should we go first?”

Lucan stroked his chin, now adorned with leafy growths. “A bookstore, if they have one. Otherwise, we’ll need to find someone to explain how this society works.”

“Bookstore it is,” Maris said, and they began their search.

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The city was vibrant and full of activity. The plant beings moved with purpose, their every motion elegant and flowing, as if they were in harmony with the rhythm of the city itself. Some carried baskets woven from vines, filled with glistening fruit, while others tended to patches of glowing flowers that lined the streets.

As they wandered, they noticed something peculiar: there was no currency being exchanged. Instead, the beings seemed to trade goods—fruits, flowers, and small containers of shimmering water. It was a barter system, yet it appeared orderly and efficient.

After some time, they stumbled upon a structure that stood out. It was smaller than the others but had an inviting aura, with vines draped like curtains over its entrance. A sign above the doorway bore symbols that seemed to spell out something.

“Looks like a bookstore,” Lucan said.

Inside, the store was cozy, the walls lined with shelves made of intertwined branches. The books themselves were fascinating—crafted from petals and leaves, their text written in an intricate script that glowed faintly.

Bing picked up a book and flipped through it, her eyes wide. “These books aren’t made of paper. They’re… alive?”

“Not quite,” Lucan said, examining one himself. “They seem to be preserved parts of plants. Ingenious, really.”

Maris grabbed a book titled The Origins of Our People and began reading. It took some time to decipher the text, but eventually, they understood the basics of this society.

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The beings of this world were not divided by gender. They were a collective species, and the humanoid form they adopted was purely for convenience. Their shape allowed them to interact with their environment more easily, such as carrying objects or building structures.

Reproduction here was vastly different. Once a year, every plant being produced seeds. These seeds were scattered across the land, but only a few—three, at most—would sprout into new life. The rest became part of the soil, enriching the earth and contributing to the cycle of growth.

The plant beings did not eat in the traditional sense. They thrived on sunlight and water, their bodies photosynthesizing energy to sustain themselves. However, the fruits they grew served as nourishment for the animals that inhabited the region, maintaining a delicate balance in their ecosystem.

The society was deeply interconnected with the natural world. Everything here had a purpose, and waste was nonexistent. When a plant being’s life came to an end, their body would decompose and return to the earth, nourishing the next generation of life.

“What a fascinating world,” Lucan remarked.

Maris nodded. “It’s so different from anything we’ve seen before. They don’t have a concept of gender, consumption, or even death as we know it. Everything is a cycle.”

Bing held up another book. “Look at this. It’s about their art. They don’t create paintings or sculptures like humans do. Their art is alive—gardens, living arrangements of flowers and vines that shift and grow over time. It’s like their entire city is one massive artwork.”

As they continued reading, they also learned about the plant beings’ philosophy. They valued harmony and balance above all else, living in a way that minimized disruption to the natural order. Conflict was rare, and disputes were resolved through collective decision-making.

“What a peaceful society,” Maris said softly.

Lucan nodded.

—

After leaving the bookstore, the trio wandered through the city, their minds buzzing with the information they had gathered. They passed gardens that seemed to sing with life, their colors shifting as if in response to the wind. They saw animals that looked like hybrids of plants and creatures—a bird with petals for wings, a deer with antlers made of blooming flowers.

Bing pointed at a fountain in the city center. “Look at that! The water’s glowing.”

“It’s not just water,” Lucan said, examining it closely. “It’s infused with some kind of energy. Probably part of how they sustain themselves.”

Maris watched as a group of plant beings gathered around the fountain, dipping their hands into the water and letting it flow over their bodies. It was a serene sight, and for a moment, she felt a deep sense of peace.

“This place is incredible,” Maris said. “I could spend days just exploring it.”

Lucan smiled.