001 // Training

[hadronknight]

Who: Mordred [AU1] and You!
Where: Capricorn Ward (Central Park)
When: Whenever possible before the Grand Prix
Format: Commentspam, but I can adapt!
Summary: The Grand Prix is coming up, and who cares if he doesn't have a Persona, he's training for it anyways.


[Ever since that announcement on the COMP, Mordred had been spending quite a bunch of his time in this area, it might not be much, but something to get him moving tends to be enough when it comes to practicing his sword skills, especially considering the fact that he can't just spar with Arturia all the time, that'd just make him go into a routine of anticipating familiar moves rather than unfamiliar ones, which would pose a problem in a real fight.

Which would explain why he's alone, really. And just swinging his Katana around in what seemed to be someone swinging it wildly to passer-by, but what it really was just well.

Let's just say a katana isn't meant to be used in a Medieval Western way to put it as simply as possible.]

Comments

[operationbox]

[So far, Io has been able to get by using her own skills and demons alone - with them around, the few hostile encounters she's had didn't pose that much of a challenge. When she noticed this person training for something she realized that for all her experience with demons she's never seen anyone try swinging a weapon at them.

For now, she watches.]

[hadronknight]

[For a while, the male continued swinging it with precision, sure it wasn't the right way to use a weapon such as this, but you can tell that this man is sort of skilled judging by how he hasn't hurt a single thing despite how public a park actually is.

It doesn't take him long to notice the girl, though, upon which he stopped and gave her a small wave.]

Hello.

[operationbox]

Oh, I'm not getting in your way, am I?

[Io that is not how you greet people]

[hadronknight]

Not really, I was about to take a break myself.

[It's fine, he's used to worse.

and creepier.]

[operationbox]

Oh! Well then.

I was never much of a weapon user myself, but you look like you're pretty good at using that!

[hadronknight]

...Oh. Er, thanks.

[He's pretty sure most swordsman would just say that he's wielding in a completely wrong manner, but... he can roll with this.]

[operationbox]

I might be wrong though; I've done fighting but it was all hand-to-hand.

[Also only when she couldn't cast spells instead.]

[hadronknight]

I think that's a feat in itself, to be honest.

[Considering he's always used weapons for more than half of his life.

Before this current half rolls around.]

[operationbox]

It's certainly proven to be useful, if nothing else. Even here.

[Given most of the feral demons around are about the same opponents she's used to.]

[hadronknight]

Well, it is as they say, no matter where you are, a battle's always waiting to erupt somewhere.

[Even if he looks a bit discomforted saying that sentence.]

[operationbox]

It's not the way I'd like things to be, but that's why I decided to try to change it.

[And for the sake of the dork she loves.]

[hadronknight]

...Ah, fighting for a world of peace is always a noble goal, I'd say.

[There's a nod from him at that.]

[operationbox]

But at the same time, I don't think a peace enforced by an iron fist is really "peace".

[hadronknight]

Perhaps it is to you, but to some, it might be their idea of the concept.

[After all...]

"Peace" is different for everyone, that's why some believed that true "peace" is impossible to achieve unless they all subscribed to the same notion.

[operationbox]

I figured that went without saying. People have always had different ideals.

[hadronknight]

That they do.

[In any case, he's going to offer his right hand.]

What's your name, by the way? My name is Mordred, if you need something to call me by.

[operationbox]

[Clearly it was time for a civilized handshake.]

Io Nitta.

...That's not a very common name, though... it sounds like your parents were interested in Arthurian legend, or something like that.

[hadronknight]

My father was, at the very least.

[There's a small chuckle at that.]

Mother never knew how to really deal with him.