Art of the Smol

[Funami Teriyaki]

Funami aimed to impress, excited to repay the favor of Sam’s invitation to Cloud City. Her turn to invite Sam someplace nice, the pink-haired girl had opted for a more intimate setting than expensive hotels and restaurants. Nothing else than her homeworld, Atrisia, came to mind when they planned their next big meeting. Teacher and student, the two young women had grown fairly close, enough to warrant Funami affectionately calling Sam her older sister. Even though not related biologically, the child did see the dark-haired woman as the big sister she never had. So similar in mannerism and deceptively innocent appearance, yet so vastly different, the two had bonded over the course of multiple training sessions and other less Force related activities like shopping. Without going into detail to avoid spoiling the surprise, the small Sith had sent a set of coordinates to her teacher, with several additional words of assurance she’d be cleared to land. After sorting out the necessary formalities, all Funami had to do was wait for the scheduled arrival of her master.

Or sister?

Once again the girl had butterflies in the stomach and took a deep breath of chilly, fresh air. Sam’s appetite for luxury had not escaped her and thus it felt appropriate to let the powerful master of the Dark side enjoy the life worthy of nobility. Money was power in the modern day and age. It could buy anything and her family had more than enough credits to build a beautiful retreat and fill it with guards and servants.

Her family’s holiday home stood situated high in the mountains, like a ruler watching over his domain. With its thatched roofs and sliding doors so typical for traditional Atrisian architecture, surrounded by a neatly cultivated garden separated from the wilderness by high walls, the mansion pretended to be a symbiosis between man and nature. A towering structure large enough to contain four families, the manor also served as a symbol of both status and power. Surrounded by unspoiled, virgin nature that bloomed in vibrant green this time of year, the place proudly offered the sort of clean, fresh air most would never have the pleasure of breathing. The soft breeze liked to bring the chill of the mountains and the rich scents of blooming nature with it. A waterfall’s cascading stream could be heard in the distance. It was a serene, tranquil place.

She liked to sit there, separated from the galaxy’s troubles, and play god. With papa away and the only way to access the place being a landing platform leaning over the mountain’s very edge, Funami was in full control of the place. The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs lazily rolled over the nearby hills. Sitting in the garden, free to enjoy an outdoor breakfast, she dug her spoon into the pancakes sitting on the table in front of her and brought the tasty treat to her lips. A gentle, pensive frown pulled at her eyebrows as Funami’s focus went toward the landing pad. She thought how effortless it would be to sabotage the platform to collapse down the bottomless drop below the moment Sam’s ship rested its weight upon it.

Even though still weaving murderous schemes from time to time, she had dismissed the notion of killing Sam long ago. Even the girl’s ruthless, sociopathic Sith side understood Sam had more use to her alive. Appeasing her inner pragmatist with promises of power turned enough to discard any and all schemes detailing the brunette’s death.

They were sisters now.

With the carefree disregard of a child, Funami let the breakfast be. She could always make more pancakes, but the anticipation of Sam's imminent arrival was killing her and she felt the urge to do something, anything. After wiping her lips into the prepared napkin, the pink-haired girl slid from her chair stuffed with multiple cushions and let her long, creamy white dress flutter in the wind. Given its sleeveless feature, the pretty cloth allowed the morning chill bite into her skin, but not enough to warrant a warmer set of clothes. Leaving the table and two chairs behind, her little shoes scurried across the cobbled path leading out of the garden and toward the landing ramp to welcome Sam with a wide grin.

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[Samka Derith]

Sam had been to Atrisia once or twice. But her time here had been to assert Imperial rule. She'd sowed division between the various factions on the planet's surface, ensuring old rivalries remained aflame. It often meant staying around less pleasant areas. Years later, parts of the world were still devastated by the battle following the Galactic Alliance's assault on the Sith groups here. Vast landmasses remained an ecological disaster and cities laid abandoned. Dark and dead.

So it was nice to fly over a much prettier part of Atrisa for a change.

Her droid pilot took the modest shuttle down on the landing pad Funami had approved of. Sam's chosen method of transport was nothing exceptional, it wasn't meant to be. That would draw more attention. It was designed as its owner was, to not draw suspicion. It may not be particularly impressive on the outside but the inside was refitted and furbished to her much more refined liking.

Samka trotted out of the shuttle. She'd opted to wear dark cocktail dress today, frilled at the sleeves and helm. It felt nice to have the breeze lick at her legs. As usual, her corrupted Dark Side features were hidden out of habit. Brushing a few loose strands of her dark hair aside, Sam rested a hand on her hip and took in the open air around her. She was suitably impressed. Funami's father was as wealthy at the little Sith had let on. A gargantuan and traditional building out in the beauty of nature was the dream for many people and the surest sign of riches. It went far beyond comfort and entered the realm of power. This was here to impress and charm. It probably did the job well enough. However if Funami was hoping it would further endear her to her... 'sister', she'd be wrong. The girl didn't own this. She hadn't earned it. This was her father's doing and not hers.

Still, she could appreciate that Funami was sharing such a lovely place with her.

Taking a breath of clean mountain air, a satisfied smile slipped onto her face. Cloud City had a very different air to this. Even the most luxurious areas were more dense than this. It was a man-made station. All was artificial and the bustle of traffic and mining was never too far away. Here it was peaceful. Almost.

"Wow, Lady Derith! What a wonderful destination! May I explore it as well? Please?"

She frowned and turned her head back at the interruption of tranquillity. Her droid had... followed her outside. The RX unit was hovering near the shuttle entrance, it's circular head flickering left and right. It seemed to bounce with excitement as it hovered upon its repulsarlift platform. Every so often, the two claws which formed a pincer like hand would click together. The little machine had been getting more eccentric lately, it was a due a memory wipe and she simply hadn't gotten around to it. Perhaps that was a mistake.

"We are guests, RX. It is not my permission to give but that of our host," she regarded the droid carefully, not used to treating it as anything beyond hardware. It had never made a request before. She couldn't remember if it had even expressed opinions or preferences.

"Oh! Of course! Okay! I can wait!"

Before Sam could respond to her suddenly talkative machine, she felt a now familiar presense approaching and turned to see the form of her student scampering towards her with a happy grin on her face. It was odd but Sam actually felt as though she'd endeared herself to the psychotic child. It was a feat to be sure.

"Funami!" Samka's expression brightened on the pink haired girl's approach and she held her arms out should the girl want to run in for a hug. "Thank you for inviting me, this already looks a most splendid place. I've missed you terribly."

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[Funami Teriyaki]

A roar from above alerted Funami to Sam’s arrival. The Sithling moved with haste now, anxious to see the brunette and share the latest trends of fashion with her. Exiting the beautiful garden and approaching the landing pad revealed the shuttle had already landed, resting over the long drop. And there she was, disembarking the ship in an elegant, refined stride. Sam’s appearance spelled the same, hiding the ugly Dark side make-up responsible for turning so many Sith hideous. Rather than pounce on the woman, Funami eased her pace, the last few steps between her and Sam practically a shuffle. A more neutral expression washed over her features, ready for a more formal form of greeting before the two proceeded to move onto more relaxed things. Offering an elegant curtsy, the girl bowed her head, bent the knees outward and swept her right foot behind her while holding her skirt out ever so slightly.

“My friend,” she stated officially, her brow curling ever so slightly. “Permit me the freedom to welcome you to our humble holiday home. I trust you will find it quite satisfactory, as you will inhabit a room usually reserved for our most esteemed guests. I will show you to your room later, for now, allow my servants to take care of any luggage you might have.”

Several figures with polite smiles and clad in traditional Atrisian robes void of distinguishing features or colors stood at the ready. The pink-haired terror of Korriban did not give them the chance to do anything though. Two more steps forward and Funami was upon Sam, displaying a much more affectionate gesture. Little arms wrapped around the woman for a brief, yet tight embrace. The corners of her lips curled into a warm, welcoming smile. As the embrace ended and Funami’s violet gaze peered into Sam’s, the charming smile never quite reached the girl’s eyes, where cold calculation hid behind a veil of caution. Both knew the other a ruthless killer, and while Funami most definitely held more affection for Sam than for all other beings in the galaxy combined, her heart remained as cold as Korriban’s endless plains. It was a strange relationship built upon lies and deceit, yet the two strangely understood one another well enough to form a bond.

“Tee-hee-hee~,” the child gave a stifled laugh. “I missed you too~!”

The child’s singsong voice rang sweet and innocent, eliciting trust and urging one to abandon caution. Looking back toward the entrance to the garden, the girl took hold of Sam’s hand, her fingers still soft and gentle. A gentle pull to translate the utmost urgency and Funami spoke up again.

“Now, come! Before my pancakes get cold!”

A playful skip across the paved path led them into the garden. A brief glance revealed it full of trees and flowers, all neatly lined and spread to make for a pleasing scene. One of the winding paths led up to the heavy table she had left in a hurry moments earlier. Two chairs, two plates, two forks, one spoon. Three pancakes beamed at Sam while Funami let go of her companion and sat upon the cushions in her chair. Upon her plate, only one pancake remained. Originally meant to welcome Sam, the meal had been done just before the woman’s arrival. Perpetually hungry, the girl had started the devouring process a bit earlier, already consuming two victims. Proving her words right, the subtly blue-hued cakes were thick and tall, custardy on the inside and almost golden and crispy on the outside.

“Please, have a seat and enjoy! I made them just for you, you know!” She simpered at Sam before her attention went toward the task at hand.

Grabbing the spoon and proving her table manners had not improved one bit, she dug into the last pancake with the ferocity of a rancor.

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[Samka Derith]

Humble.

The description was enough to make a smile poke at the sides of Samka's lips. The array of servants who had arrived to take her luggage into what amounted to a palace didn't cry 'humble' to her.

Still she was impressed with the girl's manners. She knew the part to play and how to do it. her curtsy had been well practised and Sam automatically cast a mind to taking the girl to formal events. She could probably fit in comfortably without an issue, either as a legitimate guest or engage in subterfuge. Such events were a personal favourite of hers so it opened up exciting opportunities in the future.

Then Funami was upon her, a tight squeeze in welcome and that sweet giggle. It was enough to earn a relaxed sigh from the Ren. She hadn't taken too kindly to physical contact in the past, unless she initiated it as part of her acting. It would actually make her grimace in discomfort. This Sith was different somehow. Maybe because it was all part of some act? She didn't dwell on it, there was no need to. They'd bound each other in their games and deceit so tight it was tough even for them to tell what was real and what wasn't.

Hand snatched up by the smaller grip, Sam found herself urgently pulled by the tiny Sith under the pretence of baked goods. "Pancakes?" Sam repeated, casting her mind back to Loovria. "Hm, you did say that yours were good. Very well, I'm eager to try," she chuckled and threw a glance behind her at her droid and the Teriyaki servants. A subtle motion with her head told the RX droid to deal with the servants here. Hopefully the machine got the message.

Guided through the gardens, she kept the fast pace of the pattering pink haired girl holding her hand but the gardens were still worth a look around. many of the flowers she recognised, many did not. All were expertly tended to and made together to look as pretty to behold as possible. The entire scene was picturesque, including the small table in the midst of it all.

Sam took a seat there, opposite Funami. She hopped into her chair a little in a childish motion then inspected the food on her plate. Three pancakes, slightly blue. Relatively fresh but not directly on the plate from the kitchen. Had she been late? No it was more likely the insatiable child had lost her will power to resist.

"You made these yourself then?" Sam asked as she poked the first pancake with her fork. A quick glance at Funami and the girl was already digging in. "Do you eat like that in public?" Sam asked another question, this time with a good-natured but challenging raise of her well groomed brow. There was clearly no time for idle conversation.

She cut the pancake apart first, delicately slicing the treat into easily digestible chunks then tried her first slice. She took a moment to chew and evaluate the taste and texture. Then nodded with approval, a charming beam coming to her face. "Most excellent work." Noticing how quickly the little Sith had demolished her food, Sam nudged her second pancake towards the child. "You should have one of mine as a reward for all your hard work."

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[Funami Teriyaki]

Good at baking and considering it a hobby, the girl took great pride in her work. Achieving the delicate balance between tenderness and sweetness was an art in its own right, one she had mastered for the sake of indulging her sweet tooth. Eyes full of anticipation, Funami expectantly watched Sam take the first bite. A dark smile tugged at her lips as the woman finally tasted the promised pancake. Had it been poisoned, Sam would have died in an instant. Alas, albeit the thought of slipping a drop of death into the pastry had crossed the girl’s mind, she hadn’t acted upon it. Much like the idea of sabotaging the landing platform, the devious little schemer merely entertained some idle thoughts in her mind.

Plotting the downfall of others was also a fun hobby of hers.

“Yes, and yes,” the Sithling answered both questions and cast a mysterious smile. Albeit horrendous by adult standards, the young girl’s poor table manners further accented her immaculate innocence and helped the adorable image she wished to convey. Even now, shoveling the lone pancake survivor straight to her mouth and munching voraciously with those childishly chubby cheeks, she gave the appearance of a sweet little kid. The sweet expression only brightened with Sam’s praise, though a shadow of doubt crossed her features in the form of a slight curl of her eyebrows when willingly offered to part with one pancake.

“Don’t you like my pancakes?” Funami pouted in feigned disappointment before her lip curled into an impish sneer. “Or are you worried about your figure? Fufu, silly Sam! You need to loosen up! Life is meant to be lived to the fullest!”

It certainly helped the child could eat and eat without gaining a single pound. The youthful organism burned through calories at an alarming rate that most definitely had something to do with the Sith’s constant abuse of telekinesis. Shaking her head with feigned pity, the girl cast a tragic glance at the tasty sacrifice. A rush of psychokinetic power swept the offering off Sam’s plate and safely delivered it to Funami’s. With the expression of a martyr, she sunk her spoon into the bluish cake.

“Sam, I have decided to accept your pancake.” Funami officially declared with a slight bow of her head, sending the twin pig-tails at the sides of her head into a dance. Before the brunette could even regret her decision, the pink-haired terror of Korriban started to feed the terrible engine of destruction within and looked awfully pleased about it.

Yummy!

“You still haven’t told me what you are,” the girl commented after swallowing the latest bite and cocked an eyebrow at the woman seated opposite. “Independent Sith? Dark Jedi? Knight of Ren? Some sort of Dark side cultist?”

Another bite and she cast an inquisitive squint at the brunette.

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[Samka Derith]

"Funami, I adore your pancakes," Sam shook her head, smiling at the girl's indignation. "For a start, I won't be living life at all if I get too out of shape, my missions require me to be in the peak of physical condition however," Sam's smile turned into a bright simper, eyes closed and whites of her teeth poking just visible between thin lips. "I simply thought you'd enjoy another one rather than watch me eat!"

She'd counted on the girl's childish selfishness and she was correct. In the end, Funami ended up taking the pancake without much of a fuss. She made another one of her silly games of it and elicited a chuckle from Samka between bites. The pancakes were good, she hadn't lied. Sam already found herself half way through her first before she'd realised it.

Then the question came. She'd been expecting it at some point. Sam had made no secret of her criticism of certain Sith behaviours nor had she pretended to be a Sith herself. The girl was bound to feel curiosity at some point. "Well you see, Funami, the answer to that depends on how good of a secret keeper you are." Sam leaned forwards, brushing her plate to the side for a moment. She rested her elbows on the table and her head on her back of her hands as she regarded the little figure opposite her. "I know you can hide your own but how well would you hide those of others?"

The temperature around them dropped a few degrees and the vibrant colour of the flowers began to drain away. An unseen tendril of cold fear would crawl its way up Funami's back. It would be an increasingly familiar sign to the young girl that Sam was letting her powers ooze into the environment in a show of slow and deliberate intimidation. It would feel no less uneasy every time.

"You place your own life far above others. There's little shame in that, you're adhering to Sith philosophy after all. But what does that mean for me should the worst happen and you fall into the hands of sadistic rivals?" Her voice was sing-song in tone. Soft yet cold. Sinister. Doubting. Funami was an ally. Perhaps a friend. At a stretch she could be considered family. But loyal? That was yet to be seen. "I've reached where I am and become what I am not by explaining the intimacies of my life to others." She took another bite of pancake and let her words hang in the air for a moment. "But I suppose you at least deserve a morsel of truth if you are to learn from me. I'm a Knight of Ren. I technically remain as such despite disillusionment dating back far before the Supreme Leader's disappearance and the First Order's predictable crippling. I continue to follow the principles to which I was raised to believe. If you want to know anymore, I suppose you'll have to stay with me and convince me it's information you can be trusted with."

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[Funami Teriyaki]

Unlike her companion and teacher, at least if Sam's words had any truth to them, Funami was admittedly out of shape. Physically underdeveloped, lithe and thin, the small child had never needed to exercise. A telekinetic terror capable of lifting incredible weight with her mind alone, there had been little need for physical prowess in her life thus far. In the end, the child was just an ordinary ten-year-old with all the strengths and weaknesses that came with it, not a seven-foot-tall giant who caused earthquakes by stomping his foot. There was a limit to what her little, frail body could achieve in terms of physical capability. Without a twinge of worry, Funami kept sinking her spoon into the pancake and inserting it straight to her hungry little mouth until nothing remained on the plate.

Ears perked up, she heard Sam confirm her suspicion. What started as a smile almost turned into a grimace of disappointment. The girl had secretly hoped for something more exciting to hide behind Sam’s graceful façade. Concealing the expression and forcing a polite smile to settle over her lips, the child was content to continue as if nothing had happened when the Ren displayed her power. Again. Having had witnessed it several times before, Funami did not succumb to its intimidating effect, choosing to oppose it instead. It did not suit Sam to act like this, much like the girl herself had brutally slipped out of character on Cloud City.

“Hey, stop it!” Funami warned with a smile, though there was a threatening edge in her tone. Small pebbles about rose into the air and harmlessly hovered above ground, though a single thought would be enough to turn each into a projectile should the little psychokinetic prodigy will so. Mirroring Sam’s motions, the girl pushed her plate aside, planting her elbows on the table’s edge and resting her head in her hands. The grin tugging at her lips widened, turning almost impish. “Come on! I am your apprentice, aren’t I? It’s in my interest your secrets stay secret, no? You are my master, after all~! You know more about me than anyone else in the galaxy.”

The Sithling leaned a bit closer, purple eyes burning with threatening flames intently piercing Sam’s brown gaze. Even though just a child on the outside, Funami felt the need to remind her companion the feeble body housed the devious mind of a Sith.

“Now, sister~ - and I call you a sister because I love you like one,” the child said softly, though there was nothing loving or endearing in her voice or expression. “You should know that while an opportunist, I am also a pragmatist. I gain much more from being a student of yours than betraying you. It would be best for you not to fret about it anymore.”

Albeit her frown had deepened, her ramble ended with Funami sticking out her tongue. As the girl leaned back into the chair, the pebbles surrounding them lost their will to defy gravity and rained down in a rocky shower, its thudding sounds temporarily breaking the serene atmosphere about.

“And don’t ever do this weird Force thing again. It doesn’t suit you~!” Funami’s face lit up with a childish simper, eyes narrowing in bliss. “Take it as advice from one master of disguise to another, fufufu~!”

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[Samka Derith]

Did she know fear? How crushing the Dark Side could be when channelled to its full potential. As it stood, Sam was just using a sliver of how power to intimidate. The kind she used to straighten up doubting military types or comply tight mouthed citizens to open up. She found it was enough to give even the most hardened military types pause and here was the child... talking her down?

It brought back unpleasant memories. It had been a long time since someone hadn't appreciated the full seriousness she had in these moments. Who was this girl to say it didn't suit her? It's what she'd done for years when more subtle intimidation was required and it had never been rebuked quite like this. It had always prompted compliance even among the senior Ren.

The urge was there to double down. She could bring more power down. More and more. Eventually the girl would break and finally understand the price of defiance. Through all the pleasantries, through the treats and hugs and games there was a hierarchy here which demanded respect and the girl wasn't giving it.

But perhaps now wasn't the time. Not yet. She'd barely arrived and it would be a shame to soil the visit so soon. She remained calm, as she was trained to do. The tendril crawled its way further up Funami's spine, like an unwelcome insect creeping its way upward. Then withdrew. Around them, the colours and temperatures returned to normal but Sam's expression still lacked the warmth she usually gave the little Sith. She was evaluating.

"In everyday circumstances, you'd be correct. But did you know the New Jedi Order of the Galactic Alliance would torture and kill their prisoners? They had facilities on Sullust using magma designed to punish Dark Siders in the most excruciating pain imaginable. They would lower a prisoner in a cage towards the flow of magma and let the blistering heat inflict damage. They'd leave for hours or lower the prisoner further until they talked. Now, it's in your interest in day to day affairs to keep my secrets but if they got a hold of you... it certainly would not be. Oh and don't think just because their Government has collapsed that those people are gone. They're always out there, Funami, disgracing what claims Jedi have of 'kindness'."

Sighing and stretching, Sam blinked several times and that familiar, charming smile settled upon her pretty face once again. "Don't take it personally, my dear. I am genuinely fond of you, perhaps more so than anyone else at the moment. But I have to look after myself. Give it time, prove your loyalty and you'll hear my story. That I assure you."

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[Funami Teriyaki]

Pain. Prisoners. Magma. Cages. Torture.

Eyes bulging out, mouth agape, Funami stared at Sam in disbelief. While quite willing to buy sadistic rivals and enemies, this piece of information had caught her off guard. Closing her mouth shut and casting her gaze toward the peaceful trees who were the conversation’s sole witnesses, the girl mentally repeated Sam’s words over and over. Was there a punch line she had missed? No matter the pondering, she could not find any. A confused, of amused expression crossed the child’s features and she playfully kicked her legs under the table.

“What?!” The child exclaimed and nearly started laughing out loud at Sam’s colorful description as her eyes full of childlike confusion found the Ren. “Come on! Throwing prisoners into cages and lowering them into pools of lava?! That’s a cliché supervillain sort of thing to do. You’re just pulling my leg, aren’t you?”

It had to be a joke. The mental image of rushing poor, beaten and defeated people into tiny cages and sending them toward a fiery inferno certainly cast a smile on Funami’s expression, making her grin like a kid who had just heard the funniest thing in the galaxy and couldn’t laugh because of the subject’s sensitivity. Drawing a deep breath and feeling the cool, refreshing air enter her lungs, she focused her mind on other matters and calm down.

“I’m not worried,” the child stated with a carefree shrug and elaborated. “I’m a ten-year-old kid. They won’t dare to hurt me.”

Looking mischievous, with impish sparks flashing in her violet eyes, the girl hopped off her chair and posed by the table’s side. A well-practiced motion sent her spinning in a jolly pirouette that caused her skirt flutter and the pink pig-tails at the sides of her head dance about. Funami's laughter of pure happiness and joy echoed over the mountains and she threw her arms up in a carefree fashion, turning into the purest incarnation of innocence ever seen. With the motions suddenly halting, she sharply turned to Sam with an unspoken challenge written over her face.

“Do I look remotely Sith or threatening?” Funami’s sweet, singsong voice dripped with honey and she leaned closer. “Or perhaps you think you can do better, look cuter~? Would you care to show meee~, fufufufufu~?”

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[Samka Derith]

"It sounds a little ridiculous but I saw the results for myself," Sam explained. "Both on the people and I paid a little visit to the facilities. I can promise you, your age doesn't matter." She gave the girl a last, dark scowl. A threat not from her but encouraging the girl to be more cautious of the dangers the galaxy possessed. Children. Always felt they were invincible.

She started to finish off the last few traces of pancake as Funami rose to her feet. She twirled and joyfully giggled in an innocent display. A change of subject? Likely intentional. Being scolded wasn't fun and fun was what Funami valued above all else. Another difference from her incredibly diligent older sister.

Finishing her last mouthful, Sam wiped her face with a napkin and simpered at the young girl. "Oh Funami," she reached out to affectionately pat that fluffy, pink hair. She let her fingers curl within it for a moment, grinning across at the little Sith before she continued. "I'm not sure if there's anyone in the galaxy who could match yours. Not now that my age has caught up with me," Sam giggled and covered her lips with her fingers. An odd statement given how youthful the girl still looked. She could still pass for a teenager but no longer could she look the child that she used to. Her techniques had had to change somewhat. The childish acts that Funami had perfected and she herself had once practised were no longer optimal. Being too childish made her look strange so habits had to be matured.

Standing up to join her companion, Sam reached out again to grasp Funami's hand, entwining their fingers together. "Now I can certainly still be cute but there are other ways you can charm someone," she said while flashing an adorable smile. She may be an adult but Samka was still small, unassuming, petite and pretty. Large eyes and freckled cheeks disarmed opponents as well as any fighting technique. "For instance, that was a wonderful pirouette but your form was crooked. In the high society courts, where they care not how sweet or fun the girl is, you'd be snubbed in shame for lack of technique." Using her hold on the girl's hand, Sam straightened her arm and slowly begun to circle around the girl. "Keep your back straight and your legs too. That's it." She nodded in approval as she guided the girl's movement.

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