Swordfather offered Mizu a sword when she left for Edo, but she refused. She left the reforged steel in his care and said he could decide whether she was worthy of a sword when she returned. At the time, she thought it would be a short period of time, days, but with Folkmore, it has turned to months. Would he consider her worthy of a sword now? What has she done to truly earn that opinion? It is a foolish measure when she can never know the answer, but Mizu hasn't found another one. No one else's opinion matters more.
Fortunately, Vergil speaks of his sword, Mirage Edge. He summons it, and something thrums through Mizu's blood. Yet it's not that time. Little is more serious than a warrior speaking of his sword. Mizu listens with intent interest. Though the sword is more than steel, a fact Mizu's wounds time and again attest to, it is still a sword, a blade.
She accepts the sword and immediately notes the unnatural but familiar warmth. It raises the immediate, if foolish sounding, question: is the sword a part of Vergil? A sword and an extension of himself both. It would explain why he has it, why he had it when he arrived in Folkmore when the fox spirit takes everyone's weapons. Mizu tests its balance, finding the point upon which it will rest on a single point. Her movements are slow, respectful, though she wants to learn everything she can about it with a hunger that comes from making swords.
Her gaze returns to Vergil when he continues talking. It gets more difficult for him, and Mizu wonders at the circumstances under which Yamato was taken. Vergil is so strong a fighter it's hard to imagine almost anyone defeating him and taking his sword. There's no satisfaction in confirmation it's possible to defeat Vergil. She already knew she can. Instead it feels akin to the moment her sword broke in Fowler's castle. Not the same, she knows, but it's as close a moment for her as that could feel like.
"I haven't seen Yamato or Force Edge, but Mirage Edge is an incredible sword," Mizu says. Her head tilts slightly. A phantom version. "Did you... make it?"
Her heart beats faster, and Mizu awaits the answer even as she continues to inspect the sword. It's incredible, and she wants to know how such a sword is made.
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Fortunately, Vergil speaks of his sword, Mirage Edge. He summons it, and something thrums through Mizu's blood. Yet it's not that time. Little is more serious than a warrior speaking of his sword. Mizu listens with intent interest. Though the sword is more than steel, a fact Mizu's wounds time and again attest to, it is still a sword, a blade.
She accepts the sword and immediately notes the unnatural but familiar warmth. It raises the immediate, if foolish sounding, question: is the sword a part of Vergil? A sword and an extension of himself both. It would explain why he has it, why he had it when he arrived in Folkmore when the fox spirit takes everyone's weapons. Mizu tests its balance, finding the point upon which it will rest on a single point. Her movements are slow, respectful, though she wants to learn everything she can about it with a hunger that comes from making swords.
Her gaze returns to Vergil when he continues talking. It gets more difficult for him, and Mizu wonders at the circumstances under which Yamato was taken. Vergil is so strong a fighter it's hard to imagine almost anyone defeating him and taking his sword. There's no satisfaction in confirmation it's possible to defeat Vergil. She already knew she can. Instead it feels akin to the moment her sword broke in Fowler's castle. Not the same, she knows, but it's as close a moment for her as that could feel like.
"I haven't seen Yamato or Force Edge, but Mirage Edge is an incredible sword," Mizu says. Her head tilts slightly. A phantom version. "Did you... make it?"
Her heart beats faster, and Mizu awaits the answer even as she continues to inspect the sword. It's incredible, and she wants to know how such a sword is made.