When Mizu's technique begins to gradually slip more and more, Vergil half-expects that he will need to intervene and tell Mizu that he's practiced and experimented long enough. Thus, it comes as more of a surprise when Mizu actually brings it to an end before there can be too much sway or wobbling in his movements. Vergil still watches carefully as Mizu returns to the bed, watching for signs that he might not quite make it there after that exertion. But Mizu is steady on his feet, and he bows while returning Vergil his blade without any threats of tipping over. Even when he sits back down on the bed itself, it isn't the collapse that occurred before. Mirage Edge dissipates once more in wisps of blue smoke that disappear quickly as Vergil lowers his hands back to his lap. He supposes after a moment of recuperating from all that motion and activity, Mizu will likely take his leave then if he's recovered that much.
Vergil isn't sad or disappointed about the fact Mizu will take his leave, and return to his home in Wintermute, but Vergil can't say he's...minded this extra time with Mizu either. It hasn't been unpleasant.
"Drink," he says, nodding to Mizu's glass and the pitcher still on the nightstand. It will help with his breathing, forcing him to slow it back down to something gentler, and continue re-hydrating him after the day's activities. Vergil doesn't leave Mizu's words without a response though. Prompting him to care to his physical needs merely took some priority. "You seemed to take to it quickly. For as different as it is to you. You've been keeping a close eye on how I wield it."
Which perhaps goes without saying, Vergil finds impressive. It's one thing to watch Vergil's swordplay alone and be able to replicate it well. It's another to watch it when it's being used against Mizu and replicate it well. He was attentive to his footwork, where his hands ought to be with each movement, and how he should be angled toward and imaginary opponent. Even with Vergil's natural abilities and his own discipline, he couldn't claim to be able to do the same in return.
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Vergil isn't sad or disappointed about the fact Mizu will take his leave, and return to his home in Wintermute, but Vergil can't say he's...minded this extra time with Mizu either. It hasn't been unpleasant.
"Drink," he says, nodding to Mizu's glass and the pitcher still on the nightstand. It will help with his breathing, forcing him to slow it back down to something gentler, and continue re-hydrating him after the day's activities. Vergil doesn't leave Mizu's words without a response though. Prompting him to care to his physical needs merely took some priority. "You seemed to take to it quickly. For as different as it is to you. You've been keeping a close eye on how I wield it."
Which perhaps goes without saying, Vergil finds impressive. It's one thing to watch Vergil's swordplay alone and be able to replicate it well. It's another to watch it when it's being used against Mizu and replicate it well. He was attentive to his footwork, where his hands ought to be with each movement, and how he should be angled toward and imaginary opponent. Even with Vergil's natural abilities and his own discipline, he couldn't claim to be able to do the same in return.