"Very much like that." Mitsuru nods as he adjusts his stance. "You... do seem to be a quick study, too. This friend of yours seems to have understood things well enough."
In either set of memories, she doesn't remember being easy going with fencing for her own part. The fake memories spring unbidden back to her head, of constantly practicing fencing after hours; being a member of the school club and rising up through the ranks with a combination of drive and skill.
"I've... never had much time or use for 'goofing around' as you say." And Mitsuru knows that she doesn't appear very easy-going right now, everything about her focused on practicing. "It... seemed most important to improve, above all else."
Not a lie on her part, either. No matter which memories she replays, there's always that drive to better herself, for one reason or another, in either combat OR academics.
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In either set of memories, she doesn't remember being easy going with fencing for her own part. The fake memories spring unbidden back to her head, of constantly practicing fencing after hours; being a member of the school club and rising up through the ranks with a combination of drive and skill.
"I've... never had much time or use for 'goofing around' as you say." And Mitsuru knows that she doesn't appear very easy-going right now, everything about her focused on practicing. "It... seemed most important to improve, above all else."
Not a lie on her part, either. No matter which memories she replays, there's always that drive to better herself, for one reason or another, in either combat OR academics.