Small sounds of focus come with the movements, with each correction. Where Mizu must correct herself more than twice, a small huff of frustration with herself, no matter the unfamiliarity of the sword or movements to what she usually does. She's seen them and felt them more than enough times to copy them. She learned to copy techniques from a single demonstration—having to work through the mistakes for herself and discover the proper form by feel and memory—so the abundance of examples from Vergil should make it far easier, along with the years of experience. That frustration melts away, however, each time she gets something right.
It's the start of properly learning both this kind of sword, in so much as Mirage Edge represents a sword made of steel in the same shape, and the techniques. Mizu hardly expects to wield Mirage Edge in sparring, much less actual fighting where her life is on the line. That doesn't matter. Learning it is in and of itself a reward. It demonstrates so much more about the sword and the way Vergil uses it. Feeling her muscles go through the movement with the right sword teaches her a great deal. Mizu could readily go through it for hours with no thought to any other considerations (it is not as though Mizu ever has plans for the rest of the day, when she spars Vergil, this being the first time she heals at all the day of).
She moves into small combinations Vergil frequently uses. It takes up more of the space at a time, but there is plenty. Mizu remains aware enough to know she won't hit anything. That's all she needs. Focused as she is, Mizu enjoys herself immensely. It carries on she's not sure how long, but her body in time shows its limits. There's some soreness, but she also feels somewhat woozy. Those aren't things that concern her terribly, save that her technique, carefully practiced, starts to slip and need more corrections. That simply won't do. Mizu will not compromise her body's learning of the moves. With some regret it's already over (already? after how long?), Mizu lowers Mirage Edge.
She walks smoothly, by force of will, back toward Vergil on the bed, bows with the sword resting across both her hands, and offers it back. Once he takes it, Mizu returns to the other end of the bed and sits. Before she practiced with Mirage Edge, she was ready to go home under her own power. For a short bit, she needs another break. That's all. It will be short before she's ready again. She's no invalid.
"Mirage Edge is incredible," Mizu says. Her face would be flush had she more blood in her body. Instead, her breathing is harder. It doesn't matter. She's lit up from within. "Very different from what I'm used to. I'd have to make a hundred terrible swords like it to finally make one of that shape and balance properly. It still wouldn't be Mirage Edge." She knows it's not steel the way her swords are.
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It's the start of properly learning both this kind of sword, in so much as Mirage Edge represents a sword made of steel in the same shape, and the techniques. Mizu hardly expects to wield Mirage Edge in sparring, much less actual fighting where her life is on the line. That doesn't matter. Learning it is in and of itself a reward. It demonstrates so much more about the sword and the way Vergil uses it. Feeling her muscles go through the movement with the right sword teaches her a great deal. Mizu could readily go through it for hours with no thought to any other considerations (it is not as though Mizu ever has plans for the rest of the day, when she spars Vergil, this being the first time she heals at all the day of).
She moves into small combinations Vergil frequently uses. It takes up more of the space at a time, but there is plenty. Mizu remains aware enough to know she won't hit anything. That's all she needs. Focused as she is, Mizu enjoys herself immensely. It carries on she's not sure how long, but her body in time shows its limits. There's some soreness, but she also feels somewhat woozy. Those aren't things that concern her terribly, save that her technique, carefully practiced, starts to slip and need more corrections. That simply won't do. Mizu will not compromise her body's learning of the moves. With some regret it's already over (already? after how long?), Mizu lowers Mirage Edge.
She walks smoothly, by force of will, back toward Vergil on the bed, bows with the sword resting across both her hands, and offers it back. Once he takes it, Mizu returns to the other end of the bed and sits. Before she practiced with Mirage Edge, she was ready to go home under her own power. For a short bit, she needs another break. That's all. It will be short before she's ready again. She's no invalid.
"Mirage Edge is incredible," Mizu says. Her face would be flush had she more blood in her body. Instead, her breathing is harder. It doesn't matter. She's lit up from within. "Very different from what I'm used to. I'd have to make a hundred terrible swords like it to finally make one of that shape and balance properly. It still wouldn't be Mirage Edge." She knows it's not steel the way her swords are.