"Actually, my focus is more clear than it's been in days." Or is it months? She wasn't certain on how long she'd been lingering in this place, and where her own experience stopped and the shadow and mirror show of false memories took over.
Mitsuru twitched her hand to the side, causing the swords to scrape.
"Are you volunteering to step into that place, however? I wouldn't refuse a challenge." She coached her own voice into something more level and frank. It was true, that this one seemed to understand a sword; she could see that in the poise, even the block. And it would suit her more than striking a fixed target over and over.
In another moment of taking him in, those false memories provide some data; Mitsuru frowns for a moment, uncertain how much she wants to accept what's being given, before finally deciding it has some use... even if the authenticity is in doubt.
"Seth Valens... upper class man and senior in the fencing club." There ARE still formalities to observe, after all. "I will admit, I find it surprising you'd make an appearance now."
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Mitsuru twitched her hand to the side, causing the swords to scrape.
"Are you volunteering to step into that place, however? I wouldn't refuse a challenge." She coached her own voice into something more level and frank. It was true, that this one seemed to understand a sword; she could see that in the poise, even the block. And it would suit her more than striking a fixed target over and over.
In another moment of taking him in, those false memories provide some data; Mitsuru frowns for a moment, uncertain how much she wants to accept what's being given, before finally deciding it has some use... even if the authenticity is in doubt.
"Seth Valens... upper class man and senior in the fencing club." There ARE still formalities to observe, after all. "I will admit, I find it surprising you'd make an appearance now."