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The Gym; Monday Evening.

Setsuna was sure glad that the father of her, um, son was a lot more responsible than she was because she'd been able to avoid both Teddy and Yukio successfully all day and had remained relatively without a bunch of half-Asian children clinging to her again so she could do things like this. She took up a practise sword and made a few pre-emptive swings, testing to see how this would be with her shoulder. Not easy, that's for sure, so she'd have to favour the other arm. Would be interesting. All she needed now was Ami.

She'd brought one of her Japanese copies of The Art of War for little Akira if he showed up in tow.

[[ definately open, but thread with Setsuna and Ami locked to them and perhaps Ami's kidlet, plz ]]

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//"I'll just favour my good arm,"// Setsuna nodded, and, as if to prove it, gave her sword a spinning little arch idly. //"Take a bit, warm yourself up, and we'll start."// She settled into a ready pose for Ami to follow suit whenever she was ready to begin.

Ami nodded, and proceeded to go through the warm-ups Setsuna had taught her. she then got into the ready position as well. She waited to be attacked.

Which Setsuna then did, with a simple, easily blocked attack, waiting until their practise swords met before speaking. //"I want to keep up a dialogue while we fight, Ami-chan,"// she said as she pushed into the block, and then shoved off. //"When you fight, you zone out. I want to keep you with me."//

She tried another sharp swing toward Ami's waist, not as strong as usual because she was fighting with just one hand.

Good thing it wasn't strong. Because no matter what your mystical fighting abilities are or how they work, when your ~~girlcrush~~ BFF says that they want to keep you with them, you get distracted. "Ow" was all Ami said however as she moved back, out of range to regroup.

Setsuna, completely unaware of any alternate meaning to her words, grunted and stepped back a little, holding a defensive position as she looked at Ami with a thoughtful frown. //"Or maybe not. Ami-chan, this won't be any good if the only time you can fight is when you're able to space out. We need to bring that part of you out of the subconsious, into the realm of the aware..."//

Ami nodded. //"You are right. but... how?"//

//"Tell me,"// Setsuna said, charging forward and swinging her sword toward Ami's waist as she spoke, //"about that temple."//

Perhaps, if Setsuna kept Ami talking about her dreams, something would click between the conscious and the subconscious.

//"Well"// Ami said as she parried //"It was... um"// She did talk and parry at the same time, but her brain was just not in both places at once.

Setsuna was determined to make this work. She kept her moves simple and easy to block, but did not relent in them. //"Was what?"//

Ami continued to block the moves, though not as well as previously. She was still clearly distracted, but both from the conversation and from the fighting. //"...was... odd... met someone..."//

//"Who?"// Setsuna prompted as her sword jabbed for Ami's stomach.

Ami blocked, not saying anything, but as she tried to block the next one she started trying to talk again. //"... works there... Hino Rei... i think... meditated... was fighting..."//

Setsuna pulled back a bit, waiting in a ready position as she paused the flow, for a breath and clarification. //"You meditated with her, or fought her?"//

Ami snapped out of wherever she was and could thus concentrated on talking. //"No, i meditated at the temple and saw her, fighting me. but not me. There were odd outfits."//

//"Odd outfits?"// Setsuna asked, before aslo adding, //"Did you speak with this Hino Rei about your mediations?"//

//"I did not, no. It seemed... the wrong thing to do. But yes. Sailor fuku. And... my hair was blue."//

There was a slight grunt, her mind instantly thinking of Mahorafest costume exploitation, but then something about 'sailor' stuck and her head tilted. //"...Yesterday, Akira said something about sailors...I...can't remember quite what, though..."//

Ami facepalmed. //"Sailor Mercury? He told me too. Also told me he hadn't told anyone else. Great, my kid lies."//

Setsuna bit her lip a little sheepishly. //"Well, he may have forgotten. And he did tell me it was a secret and I shouldn't tell anyone...."//

The worried look in Setsuna's face became more pronounced. //"Ami-chan. I need you to be honest with me. This...this isn't a cosplay thing, is it?"//

//"I have no idea? It is the first i have ever heard of it. But... that fight was real. I saw blood."//

Setsuna frowned, worried, thoughtful, staring a bit at the mat as she tried to piece this together. //"...Who's blood?"//

Ami closed her eyes and swallowed. //"Hers."//

//"Drawn by you?"//

//"I do not know"// Ami whispered, but clearly she presumed so as she looked very disturbed by the prospect.

Which was something Ami would have to get over if she really wanted to invest in this warrior spirit inside of her. That look on Ami's face brought back unpleasant memories of the conversation...no, arguement...she'd had with Alphonse.

Did the drawing of another's blood really make you that bad of a person? And, if so, what did that make Setsuna?

She swallowed. //"I...think that's enough of the more conversational part of the lesson,"// she decided, wanting to think on this some more. //"Let's just focus on the swordwork now, okay?"//

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