Few people wait for the foolishness to stop having patience for her. It'd be a pleasant surprise to have it be her own fault. Something stupid and dumb. Something—
not like letting Akemi get taken back to her father. It felt terrible but was likely the best option for her. She didn't know about Fowler's plot at that point, and even with it, Akemi was getting out of there. She stood by her deal with Ringo. Akemi's fine. The girl made her choices. It's up to her, not Mizu. Mizu is only responsible for herself. Ringo shouldn't have expected anything better. She was clear with him up front. A demon's path. Mizu doesn't want to dwell on those thoughts. It isn't the sort of foolishness Vergil means. Better to think of how entertained and exasperated he might be when the brothel was attacked and Mizu got stuck under the door. She got out, no suffocation for her. In a way the door protected her in ways she'd otherwise be vulnerable on the ground beneath so many opponents.
"Then it's a good thing we were not brought here when we were younger," Mizu suggests. At least she has one, almost two, kills down on her list. The ones she could manage on her own. She didn't need the fox spirit's help before now, so there's no reason she'd come earlier. They butt heads from time to time now, but that's with some understanding and respect for each other. Mizu's seen how far beyond human Vergil is, and he doesn't have the sword he's been looking for since the day they arrived. While it may be an emotional attachment to the sword, Mizu has no doubts it's as remarkable a sword as Mirage Edge. She needs to beat him before that happens. Part of the impetus to get this healing ability.
She must look really hungry since Vergil gives her the remainder of his vegetables. A small nod. Mizu continues to eat them one at a time. She's always hungry after they spar. She goes all out, not only in so far as the injuries she will take over the course of the fight but how little energy she works to conserve. It does no good if she's dead, so a true fight, one that matters, gets that commitment. This time, Mizu is slower. There won't be more after this for a little while, and her body needs to be ready for that. Not that Mizu ever starves in Folkmore. She keeps enough Lore on her spoon to summon emergency supplies, including food.
"This was good," Mizu says, "Weird, but good." She manages not to thank him again for it. Etiquette is one of the easiest things to fall back on when she needs a tool, but Mizu isn't otherwise an especially polite person. Vergil doesn't operate on the same rules Japan does, so it isn't as useful. It simply leaves her with little to go on when she doesn't want a repeat of the disastrous ending of the last conversation they had in his room.
She motions across the room toward the books since he mentioned reading at the bonfire. "Are those yours or from the library?" Mizu asks. In her day, only the very rich had scrolls. Most people relied on stories shared aloud. Most people didn't even know how to read.
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not like letting Akemi get taken back to her father. It felt terrible but was likely the best option for her. She didn't know about Fowler's plot at that point, and even with it, Akemi was getting out of there. She stood by her deal with Ringo. Akemi's fine. The girl made her choices. It's up to her, not Mizu. Mizu is only responsible for herself. Ringo shouldn't have expected anything better. She was clear with him up front. A demon's path. Mizu doesn't want to dwell on those thoughts. It isn't the sort of foolishness Vergil means. Better to think of how entertained and exasperated he might be when the brothel was attacked and Mizu got stuck under the door. She got out, no suffocation for her. In a way the door protected her in ways she'd otherwise be vulnerable on the ground beneath so many opponents.
"Then it's a good thing we were not brought here when we were younger," Mizu suggests. At least she has one, almost two, kills down on her list. The ones she could manage on her own. She didn't need the fox spirit's help before now, so there's no reason she'd come earlier. They butt heads from time to time now, but that's with some understanding and respect for each other. Mizu's seen how far beyond human Vergil is, and he doesn't have the sword he's been looking for since the day they arrived. While it may be an emotional attachment to the sword, Mizu has no doubts it's as remarkable a sword as Mirage Edge. She needs to beat him before that happens. Part of the impetus to get this healing ability.
She must look really hungry since Vergil gives her the remainder of his vegetables. A small nod. Mizu continues to eat them one at a time. She's always hungry after they spar. She goes all out, not only in so far as the injuries she will take over the course of the fight but how little energy she works to conserve. It does no good if she's dead, so a true fight, one that matters, gets that commitment. This time, Mizu is slower. There won't be more after this for a little while, and her body needs to be ready for that. Not that Mizu ever starves in Folkmore. She keeps enough Lore on her spoon to summon emergency supplies, including food.
"This was good," Mizu says, "Weird, but good." She manages not to thank him again for it. Etiquette is one of the easiest things to fall back on when she needs a tool, but Mizu isn't otherwise an especially polite person. Vergil doesn't operate on the same rules Japan does, so it isn't as useful. It simply leaves her with little to go on when she doesn't want a repeat of the disastrous ending of the last conversation they had in his room.
She motions across the room toward the books since he mentioned reading at the bonfire. "Are those yours or from the library?" Mizu asks. In her day, only the very rich had scrolls. Most people relied on stories shared aloud. Most people didn't even know how to read.