Hopefully, Mizu will not need to explain her process to someone else. If Vergil hadn't talked about books first, she's not sure she would have explained so much. Anyone coming to get a sword could see Master Eiji tap a piece of wood for his apprentice to pick out of the pile, but they might take those action for granted. Explaining them feels far more revealing. Mizu pays as much attention to the wood she uses as she did for Master Eiji. Since Sephiroth knocked down so many trees demonstrating his technique, they gathered them. She tracked eat piece and considers which are right to use with his. It's all that wood, none of the wood she gathered before. It feels right.
A small nod at the compliment. It's not praise she's used to hearing. Even when she made the sword, it was always under Master Eiji. Except for her sword. No one complimented her on her work, especially not beforehand. They thanked Master Eiji for the sword. That was that. Master Eiji gave praise and criticism as deserved. No memory stands out stronger than the broken blade, the one Mizu assumed was her fault. Her impurity. Master Eiji identified the problem cleanly with one touch of the assassin's hands. They did not match his story. Nor, in hindsight, did his treatment of Mizu learning swordplay. Chiaki is dead now, and the stories about him will fade. The sword reclaimed. For his part, Vergil is also fair with his words. He means it.
She runs a hand over the sheath of her sword and draws it into her lap. "He didn't have a sword. He doesn't want one of the ones lying around Folkmore or that could be summoned. So I let him demonstrate his techniques using my sword," Mizu says. Her sword but not one of her make. "I could see the ways it doesn't suit him."
Not that it's a perfect match for her either. She'd need to make a sword for that. She'd need to remake it, no matter that Thirteen returned it to her whole and unbroken. Mizu knows the impurity is there and cannot wield it. Will not wield it. Nor has she remade it, though it needs remaking. They spoke about it at the bonfire. She's not sure what will make her ready.
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A small nod at the compliment. It's not praise she's used to hearing. Even when she made the sword, it was always under Master Eiji. Except for her sword. No one complimented her on her work, especially not beforehand. They thanked Master Eiji for the sword. That was that. Master Eiji gave praise and criticism as deserved. No memory stands out stronger than the broken blade, the one Mizu assumed was her fault. Her impurity. Master Eiji identified the problem cleanly with one touch of the assassin's hands. They did not match his story. Nor, in hindsight, did his treatment of Mizu learning swordplay. Chiaki is dead now, and the stories about him will fade. The sword reclaimed. For his part, Vergil is also fair with his words. He means it.
She runs a hand over the sheath of her sword and draws it into her lap. "He didn't have a sword. He doesn't want one of the ones lying around Folkmore or that could be summoned. So I let him demonstrate his techniques using my sword," Mizu says. Her sword but not one of her make. "I could see the ways it doesn't suit him."
Not that it's a perfect match for her either. She'd need to make a sword for that. She'd need to remake it, no matter that Thirteen returned it to her whole and unbroken. Mizu knows the impurity is there and cannot wield it. Will not wield it. Nor has she remade it, though it needs remaking. They spoke about it at the bonfire. She's not sure what will make her ready.