[She turns to see Diarmuid make quick work of the creatures... And for a moment she feels her heart stop.
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There's a memory. Sensei was giving her physical training, no magic, and no Eyes involved. It was the most basic of self defense techniques and yet she kept falling over, getting struck, messing up. As hard as she tried, some tears fell and she cried, asking why, why was this necessary? Sensei was strict that day, but he comforted her.
"The world of magic is brutal. You of all people should know that. You need to learn this so the chances of danger ensnaring you won't happen again."
Ai Thao sniffled, hugging her knees. None of this was good. How could such a thing that hurt her or others be a good thing? Sensei smiled.
"It's an art you know! You think battle can't be beautiful? And that's the great thing about life. People have the power to turn the most ugly things into something that can make your heart stop and your eyes widen at its beauty."
"You'll understand someday."
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She totally gets it now.
This wasn't a cruel sight she was seeing. Diarmuid took something that was all too often if not all the time an ugly art and had made it his own. She thinks there's no one else in the world who wield the spears and move in the same way he did. So she watches, entranced, not because of any enchantment, but for just this one singular moment that engraves itself into her mind.]
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There's a memory. Sensei was giving her physical training, no magic, and no Eyes involved. It was the most basic of self defense techniques and yet she kept falling over, getting struck, messing up. As hard as she tried, some tears fell and she cried, asking why, why was this necessary? Sensei was strict that day, but he comforted her.
"The world of magic is brutal. You of all people should know that. You need to learn this so the chances of danger ensnaring you won't happen again."
Ai Thao sniffled, hugging her knees. None of this was good. How could such a thing that hurt her or others be a good thing? Sensei smiled.
"It's an art you know! You think battle can't be beautiful? And that's the great thing about life. People have the power to turn the most ugly things into something that can make your heart stop and your eyes widen at its beauty."
"You'll understand someday."
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She totally gets it now.
This wasn't a cruel sight she was seeing. Diarmuid took something that was all too often if not all the time an ugly art and had made it his own. She thinks there's no one else in the world who wield the spears and move in the same way he did. So she watches, entranced, not because of any enchantment, but for just this one singular moment that engraves itself into her mind.]