when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "ooh, big word."
mirko loved kicking your ass, really it had to be one of her favorite pass times. she had made sure to acquire a nice supply of blood in order to heal you up when she bruised you up a bit too much or occasionally broke a rib. "look out~" she taunts, and you do your best to slip out of the way. however, you aren't blessed with speed and her two feet plant into your back and send you flying. you take a bit of a tumble before your back hits a wall, and you slowly slide down it with a cough.
damnit...
unfortunately, you weren't permitted to use sora or your devil abilities in any of these fights. they were meant to improve your reflexes and speed, as well as technical skill with hand to hand combat. to be honest, it was more leg to leg combat than anything. but, y'know. mirko had also taken a look at your work out routine assigned by kishibe and quanxi. she praised it's effectiveness and your physical strength, but suggested a few changes that might work better with your abilities. which made sense, your abilities had changed a lot since you had gotten this training regiment from your previous teacher.
but damn! mirko was a real sadist.
"alright, that's enough for today! you and i are going to get some coffee, okay kid?" she says cheerily, overly excited after getting her fill of adrenaline from spending a few hours beating you up. "mmm... sure." you mumble, standing up and rubbing your lower back with a pout. "don't look so sour! you did good today, better than yesterday!" she praises, walking over to ruffle your hair as she usually does. "miss mirkoo...~" you whine, trying to get away from her as she messes up your hair.
she laughs boisterously, before gesturing you to follow her out of the sparring room. you do so obediently, not without fixing your now messier hair as you walk. "anyway, i figured we'd take today as a bit of a rest day now that you've done your work out and we've sparred. instead of patrolling typical routes, we'll just go somewhere to eat or something. obviously if duty calls we'll tend to it, but we have enough time to spare since you'll be here for a week. plus, you're already technically a pro. meaning, you can really work with me whenever you want." she says informatively, and you nod your head as you follow her obediently. only to be interrupted by your phone ringing. you eye the caller id.
rakurai?
"uh, miss mirko? i should take this." you say politely and she nods. you pause in your walk and mirko glances over her shoulder. "i'll wait in the lobby, take your time kiddo." she says, offering you a brief wave. you nod and smile, answering the call and pressing the phone up to your ear. "y/nnn!" rakurai greets, loudly. you pull the phone away from your ear for a second.
"you're loud. what's up?"
"tsukauchi told me to call you because there's a devil sighting in your area, he said i can't go because he can't take me. something about the investigation and me not being allowed to go place to place without supervision. boohoo." she complains, you can tell she rolled her eyes.
