[ 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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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. ]