[Of course he uses them in battle. What else would you do with a weapon? It's not like wearing a set of 3DMG is any less dangerous than being able to start a fire with a snap of your fingers, or send a boulder flying with a stomp of your foot. Or electrocuting someone with a glove.
He looks at her cuiously as she gives him a little more context of the bender-nonbending dichotomy. After a few months here, he can imagine people with power like that. Magic. Like Bolin, Sakura...Michel and his plots of vengeance and his blotting out the sun. He can imagine all too easily how something like that can be abused. And how much of a disadvantage it is, when you're faced with some enemy that just plain has more power than you do.]
Not just everybody. [Frankly. It doesn't work like that, either.] It's not that easy.
[The learning curve is steep, and dangerous. But he leans the boxy sheathes down against the wall and leaves the harness on, but sets the main mechanism on the room's desk table for her to get a look at. That is, after all, why he's here. Leveling the playing field—even if it's not necessarily easy.]
[ The difference is... well, bending can be used for so many things besides violence. Her glove? That's nonlethal, at least. But a sword like his... there's only one use for something like that, and Asami can't help but notice that it's being put in the hands of a kid. And it must be for a reason—necessity is the mother of invention, as the saying goes.
Regardless, she looks surprised by his answer, her head tipping curiously. ]
What do you mean? Is it difficult to use?
[ But she's easily distracted again with watching him unpack all of the pieces of his gear. She finds herself having to resist jumping right on the main mechanism, which he sets on the desk—she grabs her tools first, which form a very small, pitiful collection compared to the ones she has at home, out of the desk drawer and takes a seat.
She picks up the screwdriver first, and immediately sets to opening up the mechanism, her eyes gleaming again. He already gave her permission to poke around so... it's fine. There's no stopping her now anyway. ]
[Done, he perches on the edge of the nearby bed and watches like a hawk as Asami takes a screwdriver to his equipment. She's proven to be pretty smart. Probably knows more about this kind of thing than he does. But, you know.]
Training takes three years.
[So yeah, it's hard. And that sword was put in his hands a long time ago.]
Plenty of people don't make it.
[They wash out. ...Or they die. Finishing is an accomplishment—it means something. That you'd gone through three years of hell and made it out stronger for it.]
[ Three years... that's a long time, but it doesn't sound far-fetched to her. This kind of complicated machinery... it's probably difficult to master, just like driving a satomobile or flying a plane. Except with this kind of gear, your body is doing a lot of the work—her guess is that you have to be in pretty good shape to handle it. ]
What kind of training? Military?
[ It's an idle question. Most of her attention is fixed on methodically taking apart the mechanism—she's almost obsessively organized about it, setting aside each piece she removes in mirror image. The casing sits on its back like a turtle shell, with each nut and bolt lying next to the hole she took it from. (Is it just her, or does everything feel a lot lighter than she was expecting?)
Opening the whole thing up confirms a lot of her suspicions as to how it works, but also manages to surprise her too... somehow. Idk... let's pretend I know what I'm talking about... and she does a bunch of nerd stuff. ]
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He looks at her cuiously as she gives him a little more context of the bender-nonbending dichotomy. After a few months here, he can imagine people with power like that. Magic. Like Bolin, Sakura...Michel and his plots of vengeance and his blotting out the sun. He can imagine all too easily how something like that can be abused. And how much of a disadvantage it is, when you're faced with some enemy that just plain has more power than you do.]
Not just everybody. [Frankly. It doesn't work like that, either.] It's not that easy.
[The learning curve is steep, and dangerous. But he leans the boxy sheathes down against the wall and leaves the harness on, but sets the main mechanism on the room's desk table for her to get a look at. That is, after all, why he's here. Leveling the playing field—even if it's not necessarily easy.]
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Regardless, she looks surprised by his answer, her head tipping curiously. ]
What do you mean? Is it difficult to use?
[ But she's easily distracted again with watching him unpack all of the pieces of his gear. She finds herself having to resist jumping right on the main mechanism, which he sets on the desk—she grabs her tools first, which form a very small, pitiful collection compared to the ones she has at home, out of the desk drawer and takes a seat.
She picks up the screwdriver first, and immediately sets to opening up the mechanism, her eyes gleaming again. He already gave her permission to poke around so... it's fine. There's no stopping her now anyway. ]
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Training takes three years.
[So yeah, it's hard. And that sword was put in his hands a long time ago.]
Plenty of people don't make it.
[They wash out. ...Or they die. Finishing is an accomplishment—it means something. That you'd gone through three years of hell and made it out stronger for it.]
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What kind of training? Military?
[ It's an idle question. Most of her attention is fixed on methodically taking apart the mechanism—she's almost obsessively organized about it, setting aside each piece she removes in mirror image. The casing sits on its back like a turtle shell, with each nut and bolt lying next to the hole she took it from. (Is it just her, or does everything feel a lot lighter than she was expecting?)
Opening the whole thing up confirms a lot of her suspicions as to how it works, but also manages to surprise her too... somehow. Idk... let's pretend I know what I'm talking about... and she does a bunch of nerd stuff. ]