Outside, by the lake

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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.

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"For now?" She ponders. "I suppose I do, yes."

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"I'll probably catch you soon, then."

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"I'd like that," she smiles.

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She twists her hands, and the axe vanishes.

"I'll catch you 'round, then."

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"Likewise," with a nod.

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She smiles, inclines her head, and then makes her way inside.