Vergil relents once Mizu recognizes he's not getting out from Vergil's hold. Not without fighting with more intensity than is warranted for here and now. But even as there's a bit of smile and lighter expression on his face, he doesn't mock Mizu for his frustrations nor for ultimately having to concede.
"I'm sure you do." Vergil says as he sits back to give Mizu the space to sit up himself, bringing one of his knees closer and resting his elbow on it and holding that wrist loosely with his opposite hand. If it wasn't for how heavily Mizu is breathing now and even Vergil showing a slight amount of being winded after how much Mizu tried to free himself, anyone looking at them would likely think they just made the odd decision to sit in the middle of Vergil's floor to converse. "But I think that's enough for now. Exhaust yourself too much and you'll end up straying from what technique you've started to develop out of frustration. Better that you maintain your discipline than push beyond your limits today."
Vergil considers it for a moment before he looks away and pushes himself back up to his feet.
"You did well."
It might not have been enough to beat Vergil. His technique, size, and strength all were strong factors in the outcome of their sparring today, and he wouldn't downplay that. But neither would it do well to downplay how much growth Mizu demonstrated in a singular sparring in hand-to-hand. He was adaptive and thoughtful about each of his approaches even if they didn't turn out the results he would have liked. He began with his foundations as a swordsman, but he didn't allow that to limit him. Instead, even as much as it might have frustrated and pissed him off in the moment, he took Vergil's feedback both in his physical actions and words, and did something with it.
So, he didn't win and he might have the right to be dissatisfied with that, but victory was hardly the sole metric to be found here today.
He thinks to offer a hand to Mizu to help him to his feet, but opts instead to begin undoing the wrappings around his hands instead and let Mizu get to his feet on his own.
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"I'm sure you do." Vergil says as he sits back to give Mizu the space to sit up himself, bringing one of his knees closer and resting his elbow on it and holding that wrist loosely with his opposite hand. If it wasn't for how heavily Mizu is breathing now and even Vergil showing a slight amount of being winded after how much Mizu tried to free himself, anyone looking at them would likely think they just made the odd decision to sit in the middle of Vergil's floor to converse. "But I think that's enough for now. Exhaust yourself too much and you'll end up straying from what technique you've started to develop out of frustration. Better that you maintain your discipline than push beyond your limits today."
Vergil considers it for a moment before he looks away and pushes himself back up to his feet.
"You did well."
It might not have been enough to beat Vergil. His technique, size, and strength all were strong factors in the outcome of their sparring today, and he wouldn't downplay that. But neither would it do well to downplay how much growth Mizu demonstrated in a singular sparring in hand-to-hand. He was adaptive and thoughtful about each of his approaches even if they didn't turn out the results he would have liked. He began with his foundations as a swordsman, but he didn't allow that to limit him. Instead, even as much as it might have frustrated and pissed him off in the moment, he took Vergil's feedback both in his physical actions and words, and did something with it.
So, he didn't win and he might have the right to be dissatisfied with that, but victory was hardly the sole metric to be found here today.
He thinks to offer a hand to Mizu to help him to his feet, but opts instead to begin undoing the wrappings around his hands instead and let Mizu get to his feet on his own.