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Miaka had finally been able to relax a bit more, as she stretched her arms upwards in the air as she headed off to Vastine letting out a yawn. She was on a quest to find her mistress and show her at least somewhat of her improvement. From their last encounter, Miaka had been a mess letting all her piled up hassles weigh her down, tying her in place frozen still. Mirja, the woman she respected and the one who supported her, Her mistress, was someone she wanted to chase after. The encounter had left a gem inside Miaka’s heart which motivated her to learn martial arts and find her own way to fight no longer forcing her to bow to the will of that she deemed her duty. Her duty as a shinigami was important, her duty to her family held a great value to her but yet also her own desires were very important. She knew this was a weight she created on herself and this is something her eyes were opened to. she can still have the bonds of her family, she can still perform her duties of a Shinigami, and still be selfish and learn to be more herself.
Miaka had been wearing the gift Mirja had given her before she disappeared suddenly last time, a qipao, a bright, red, Chinese silk dress that felt quite tight, it gave Miaka the feeling as it was grabbing onto her body. This had given her great embarrassment she didn’t like how she looked in the dress, it felt a slight bit small making it feel as it wrapped her body but hated how if she tried to kick someone that someone would be very likely to see her underwear. Which she was also embarrassed if people knew she was also wearing the black lace underwear that she received as well. She felt that this had in a sense to be a sick joke from the mistress.
Miaka let out a depressed sigh thinking about how bad she felt wearing everything but she wanted to at least show she was grateful. She learned how to move in the dress as she studied and learned the basics of martial arts. She also tried to incorporate her full body and abilities into the way she wanted to fight. She knew normally long hair is a weakness in a fight, but she couldn’t come to the fact of reality that she would need to cut it. Her crimson red hair reached all the way down to her butt. After a bit of practice and focus she was able to have her hair react to her crystal flames harding or having her hair release flames as she fought for a variety of reasons. She looked at the Zanpakuto she kept by her side she was curious how a sword could support her with her martial arts if she was deciding that was her main focus of combat yet, she couldn’t bear to part with it either. It was part of her soul, something she could never throw away. Miaka grew curious what the mistress would think of this especially after what she said the last time.
I'll teach you the best way to punch people in the face, but you seem to have chosen the sword and dual-classing isn't something that you should really do on a whim. Learning two things is harder than learning one thing, after all. Focus on the sword, or discard the sword if you feel it isn't you. Don't just use a sword because people say use a sword"
Due to the words spoken to her she had decided to learn as Mirja put it “The best way to punch people in the face”. Miaka giggled since her mistress’ wording seemed so simple and direct. She was now not using a sword because people said to use a sword but it just felt to be a part of her and she couldn't get rid of it. She knew the basics of using it but like she was told learning two things is harder than one thing.
Miaka Continued finally arriving at her destination, Vastime, she was impressed everything seemed so neat and orderly it was different than the gotei. There were many buildings used for training and guards everywhere. It all stood out to her and remembered she had to be on her best behavior. Miaka thought how boring the reason was that she was sent here, to help deal with some politics involving the two groups but the hopes of seeing her mistress had given her hope that this would prove to be an exciting visit.
Miaka hated the stares and comments she overheard people making of her appearance. It made her angry to hear catcalls as she waited for her guide to appear. She wanted to burn their eye sockets but knew she had to keep her actions appropriate as this could worsen further relations with the gotei and vastime so she at least for now had to endure it.
“So did I get lost, get here early or are they not sending someone to meet me here? If not I could continue wandering around hoping to find something. Would that be the best course of action? No, it would be best to behave proper and wait.”
Crossing her arms as she spoke Miaka grew tired by the longing stares she received and started reflecting the light of the sun into all the males in sight to lose their gaze.
Mirja was a wolf that kept an eye on her surroundings, and sometimes that meant that her surroundings were several miles around her. It wasn't difficult to keep her senses this broad these days. She wouldn't be able to give any specifics, but if she had let a person before then she could clock one feeling to another and know they were coming, which would then allow her to use her other senses to pinpoint them more exactly as they came into range. And so it was when a girl Mirja had almost forgotten about in her unending chase of the high that was Going Fast, The Wolf was aware.
And being the fastest thing in Vastime bar the Big Guy - and possibly Cutie Demon Girl, she'd never actually looked into Liu's capabilities - she casually changed from her Maid's uniform to her Vastime uniform, and then flicked the 'closed' sign and was on the larger of the Vastimian Roofs in a few moment. From here, she could see the building she had smashed to pieces with her Wolf God Fist. Good times. She never got bored of property damage. But, from what she could remember of the little dove that was coming, she never got bored of something else either.
She arrived, and Mirja was amazed that she was wearing the clothes she had given her. Mirja got closer and the smell of silk and lace filled her nose. So, she was wearing exactly what she had been told under there as well. Impressionable didn't even begin to cover it. This girl was almost in need of being told what to do. What else could spark such obedience? She let her get ogled a bit first, because hell, Mirja was ogling herself. And then she did something and she was shining in a bad way, so it was time to get down there and actually do her job.
Like a soft breeze she approached, and her arms wrapped around Miaka's waist, before nibbling softly on her ear. It was a ritual these days. Miaka's ears were claimed as property of The Wolf. As was the rest of the girl, but she wasn't read for that quite yet. "Morning. I'm guessing you didn't come to the middle of Africa for the weather. So, what can I do for such a beauty?"
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Taken completely by surprised, and her ear now filled with a soft warmth. Miaka could only grow stiff and shocked but she expected this from the mistress. Her mistress as she came to know her was one who seemed to always be honest and throwing out frontal attacks. She could feel mirja’s arms wrap around her waist. Miaka couldn’t hold back a small groan. She enjoyed the sensations she received and to see Mirja but she was focused on her training as well.
“Ah, it's good to see you mistress. I came here to help with relations with gotei and vastine. I also was hoping to see you. I word the clothing you gave me because i wanted to show you my way of thanking you. I been working on training and learning martial arts like you said. I just hit a minor hurdle. I know you told me to give up the sword if it wasn’t the road for me and not to use it just because others say i should but i can not find it within me to part with it. It still feels a part of me. I'm not sure how to counter this issue.”
Miaka’s words were first full of energy but when she began speaking of the issue she had she felt a bit ashamed as she felt she couldn’t complete a simple task and it weighed on her. She worried what mirja was going to say but miaka kept her focus up. She had to keep her resolve up if she wanted to continue growing.
“I do know one thing, mistress i want to continue improving even if i can’t detach myself from mysword in that case maybe i can learn to incorporate into my martial arts instead of fighting with a sword. I just want to hear your words on the situation as you have more experience.”
Miaka was quick to give her words a sense of confidence and pick herself back up. In the presence of mirja she didn’t want to show her weak side again she wanted her to view her as a strong woman. Even if she was quick to express her reactions to her mistress antics and behaviors. She hoped that mirja would at least take what she said and at least solidify her resolve if not at least guide her to the correct path. After all it was mirja who helped her find this path and be able to put more of herself into it. So to her mirja’s words meant a lot.
Mmm, she liked Miaka. The girl was so soft and snuggly, it was like Mirja had her own blanket for the dark nights and the horrible warmth that was to come always in Africa. Also a few mosquitos. They died, it would be embarrassing if someone of her speed and strength couldn't deal with a mosquito. If she ever had to face that she'd lose all her hair and wander the Earth. But that was not on the cards because she made the cards and then kicked people in the crotch for good measure while laughing to herself.
But, laughing was going to have to wait as Miaka said a few things that were, interesting, to Mirja. "I didn't say abandon the sword. I said if you are only wielding the sword because others tell you to, then abandon it. But if you can't seperate your soul from your desire to wield steel, then don't. Keep the blade, cherish it, become an esoteric master of the blade, stand with the likes of Kenpachi Zaraki, and Tsubasa Unabara. Push ever forward into the sun, and never compromise your dreams until you have become victorious, until all bow down before you, and you have the world in the palm of your hands" she told her beautiful little doll, before looking to the training grounds.
"As for learning, I am always up for teaching you. Got something that would be very interesting to learn. Not sure if it would work with your Zanpaktou, but it is a part of you, so there is a good chance that it will. Come, let's go test my glorious theory in the field of testing!" She exclaimed, before picking up Miaka, giving her a quick nuzzle, and then setting off towards the training ground. They would arrive in an eye-blink, before she went in and put Miaka down on the ground, getting right into it. "Follow how I move. You will eventually become aware of another energy within you, and then we can work towards using it" She told Miaka, before starting the slow, serene movements, wasting no time.