[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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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. ]