"Perhaps there we have our comparison to magic. A few drops of blood, shed for a purpose..." Hikaru gave a vague wave of his hand. "Great deeds often require sacrifice. Do we not see that in how our priests must spill a little blood for their faith?" He gave the slightest of shrugs; this was not a subject he felt a great expertise on, after all.Makime Ayano wrote: ↑Wed Jun 23, 2021 4:50 pm"I did say failure was a harsh teacher," Ayano glanced back to the debate, "Harsh enough that, as you say, would make whatever lesson learned irrelevant."'
"Mother has a saying for that actually, and forgive the vulgarity of its subject: A drop of sweat on the training field saves a bucket of blood on the battlefield. We practice to find our faults before it really matters."
"Though in this case...I think faults and failure are more useful then anything," She nods to the discussion, "Subjecting one's thoughts to be picked apart and destroyed is painful but leads to progress."
Slowly, he nodded. "I think you are right. It is a productive discussion..." He trailed off, frowning thoughtfully.
Turning his head, Hikaru looked at Ayano, his expression polite, but gentle. "May I ask, how is your mother as a teacher, Makime-sama?" His tone was polite, conversational.