'Sword fighting is not for maidens like you.'

You could hear your father’s words echoing in your head as you watch Mizu train. How you longed to feel the weight of mighty steel grace your nimble fingers. But alas, being the daughter of a former samurai doesn't get you much. At the very least, you can watch from afar, even though merely serving as witness could never beat actually doing. A heavy sigh falls from Mizu’s lips at your insistent eyes.

“You're staring."