Miho is perched on a sun-warmed rock, working with files and cloths and emery powder on a blade. A small knife, this time. Very small. Very sharp. Completely deadly.
Miho hefts the axe briefly, juggles it from side to side. Makes an experimental pass or two, and nods. "Feels good. I don't know much about axes, though."
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"As am I. It's an abilty of my family, though I am mor skilled at it then most."
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"Nice thought. Want to show me how you use it, some time?"
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"It would be my pleasure, Miho."
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"I'll catch you 'round, then."
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