Knowing that Mizu is a woman hiding under a male guise and seeing it are two different things.

When you stopped to catch your breath on the river bank, she made you go hunting. She didn't want to listen to any excuses.

But when you returned, you forgot how to breathe. Oh, Mizu was so graceful! Any maiko or geisha would be jealous of what she was hiding under those ridiculous men's clothes.

The tip of her blade flashed a warning as she moved in the dance of death, paying no attention to you.