Even Vergil has to admit that Mizu's logic is sound. Vergil has been adamant about holding back his true strength during each of their sparring matches. The simple fact of that matter is that it's for Mizu's safety more than anything else. Well, that's the primary reason for it. Secondary to that, the fight would be over before it began if Vergil expended more energy into their fights than he already does, and that serves no purpose to either of them. No doubt it would not dissuade Mizu any, of course, but Vergil would find himself quickly bored of the whole affair. There would be no more fighting between them, and it would be a loss for them both even if Vergil wouldn't necessarily recognize it as such without these previous experiences.
Regardless, Vergil was pushed a little harder today. The cuts and bruises still on his body, one of the latter being so prominent upon his face, are the lingering evidence of that. Even Mizu must have noticed by now that not all of Vergil's wounds have healed or even shown any visible signs of progress towards healing since the end of their latest bout. He supposes that as much as it is a bruising to his own ego, he can understand the pride Mizu takes and why it most certainly feels like an accomplishment. Vergil will never unleash his full strength against him, and that is a fact. But today, Vergil bled and bruised, and if it wasn't for his other form today, there's no telling if he wouldn't have been the one woozy and unable to walk straight for long.
He opts not to lecture or chastise Mizu for the use of his explosives. He doesn't balk or bristle at the feeling of defeat or the beating his own ego takes over it. Nor does he offer any further praise or acknowledgement of skill. Vergil simply lets it be, deciding neither to spoil nor encourage the other swordsman's pride. Mizu could rest well in his knowledge of a job well done today, and hold it close to his chest that for as invulnerable as Vergil is to a human like him, he's capable of pushing past Vergil's defenses and abilities.
"You may try it for yourself," he says instead, nodding at Mirage Edge. He's been watching Mizu touch it and examine it this whole time, but even Vergil is aware that touch and sight can only say so much about a blade. Wielding it is the only way to know its true nature. As Vergil gives his explicit consent, Mirage Edge crackles with just a little more energy. Not enough that it looks entirely as it does when Vergil begins tapping into its power with quick slashes that carry far beyond the initial strike. It's more akin to a blade being removed from its scabbard than that. Except Mirage Edge bears no scabbard, and so the sword somewhat comes alive with power instead.
Vergil knows it won't feel natural to Mizu's hands. The blade isn't at all similar to those Mizu has likely held before beyond just its origins, but also in its design and style. But he's seen enough of what Vergil does with it to likely understand some basic movements with the blade as it is that he can experiment whether through mimicking what he's seen of Vergil or trying something of his own making or knowledge. Vergil gestures with his free hand over towards what ought to be a living area that Vergil has left open for the sake of a training space. "Over there."
There isn't much in Vergil's apartment that could be potentially destroyed with any sort of reckless swinging, but better for Mizu to have more space than necessary than any sort of restrictions all the same.
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Regardless, Vergil was pushed a little harder today. The cuts and bruises still on his body, one of the latter being so prominent upon his face, are the lingering evidence of that. Even Mizu must have noticed by now that not all of Vergil's wounds have healed or even shown any visible signs of progress towards healing since the end of their latest bout. He supposes that as much as it is a bruising to his own ego, he can understand the pride Mizu takes and why it most certainly feels like an accomplishment. Vergil will never unleash his full strength against him, and that is a fact. But today, Vergil bled and bruised, and if it wasn't for his other form today, there's no telling if he wouldn't have been the one woozy and unable to walk straight for long.
He opts not to lecture or chastise Mizu for the use of his explosives. He doesn't balk or bristle at the feeling of defeat or the beating his own ego takes over it. Nor does he offer any further praise or acknowledgement of skill. Vergil simply lets it be, deciding neither to spoil nor encourage the other swordsman's pride. Mizu could rest well in his knowledge of a job well done today, and hold it close to his chest that for as invulnerable as Vergil is to a human like him, he's capable of pushing past Vergil's defenses and abilities.
"You may try it for yourself," he says instead, nodding at Mirage Edge. He's been watching Mizu touch it and examine it this whole time, but even Vergil is aware that touch and sight can only say so much about a blade. Wielding it is the only way to know its true nature. As Vergil gives his explicit consent, Mirage Edge crackles with just a little more energy. Not enough that it looks entirely as it does when Vergil begins tapping into its power with quick slashes that carry far beyond the initial strike. It's more akin to a blade being removed from its scabbard than that. Except Mirage Edge bears no scabbard, and so the sword somewhat comes alive with power instead.
Vergil knows it won't feel natural to Mizu's hands. The blade isn't at all similar to those Mizu has likely held before beyond just its origins, but also in its design and style. But he's seen enough of what Vergil does with it to likely understand some basic movements with the blade as it is that he can experiment whether through mimicking what he's seen of Vergil or trying something of his own making or knowledge. Vergil gestures with his free hand over towards what ought to be a living area that Vergil has left open for the sake of a training space. "Over there."
There isn't much in Vergil's apartment that could be potentially destroyed with any sort of reckless swinging, but better for Mizu to have more space than necessary than any sort of restrictions all the same.