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The word of approval, Ingrid was quick to jump into action to break out a generous amount of sewing and tailoring equipment. She was pretty surprised by how ready that the moment the other woman was. She was a walking, one shot tailor woman! Was this her power of some kind, or just a sort of hobby of hers. The samurai watched with a relieved smile and allowed her partner to do as she pleased. Even with the fires of ambition in her eyes, the french woman could show enough restraint to not go entire too crazy with fabric. Seika herself was a bit interested to see what they could come up with together! She stood in place, albeit a bit awkwardly, standing in the hot sun while she would begin to sweat from her garments. [break][break]

But when Ingrid summoned a sports car out of nowhere, it was enough to make the samurai's jaw drop. Out of thin air, the vehicle would have just appeared miraculously! There was very little in terms of way of seeing how she could do that, and it certainly wasn't in her inventory if both their levels were so low. Not unless she was secretly rich enough to afford a vehicle license and a sports car. "Karina-san, this is amazing. You can summon cars at will?" Seika tried to discern her class for a moment, then slowly moved into the vehicle with her. It was strange feeling the leather of a car once more, after all the walking that she had done since loading in. But to her surprise, it didn't go forward through the sands but up in the air! This was turning into quite the day! "You are certainly full of surprises." Seika said. [break][break]

A part of her held back against whether or not she should lower her defenses, even against somebody so friendly, Seika had known full well the tales of highwaymen in feudal Japan, gaining trust of people only for them to exploit that moment of vulnerability and take everything. Her expression formed into one of uncertainty and concern. Ingrid could likely see what she was holding back, and it was deeply personal. The brief minutes of meeting her and that stoic, serious warrior's gaze had changed into one of a lost person in a vast, open world. After a moment of thinking over the options in her head, Seika would uncurl her lips around the frown that had formed and speak. [break][break]

"R-Right. I ask that you keep this between us." And so, Seika told her everything. [break][break]

"When I was young, I was...somebody else in Tokyo. My father was one of a few in charge of one of the top software companies in the country, a-and I was being prepared to follow in his footsteps. I didn't love it, but I thought it would make him proud to see me that way. Him and my mother were the ones who helped me become interested in history and literature. Things went well, b-but I started to not that compared to my other classmates, I wasn't maturing correctly. They grew taller, larger...handsome, while I seemed to be able to do the same." [break][break]

Seika scrolled onto her phone for a moment as silence rang between the two. It took a moment, but the picture she had wanted to find was present. A lavender nailed thumb traced over the screen before she displayed it for Ingrid. After which, she kept her gaze down at her lap in shame. Fingers rose to her lips as she began to chew on her fingernails out of habit. The artificial and bitter taste of polish was there to greet her tongue as Seika continued. [break][break]

"I remember the day I found myself. It was after class by a Popp store. I was waiting for a friend a-and I saw beauty magazines that I had seen hundreds of times before. I picked one up to sate my curiosity, and I read the first article about make up and contouring. Then the next one. It was like a whole new world had presented itself to me, one that I didn't know even existed. But it also made me feel something about myself...Something that I knew was present, but I didn't expect to find. That's when I saw the author of these articles, Morikasa Seika. And so, I took on her name in hopes that I too, could become the beauty that the magazines said I could." [break][break]

"Many demonized me, my father's work discovered this and he was beside himself. I apologized again and again, but left as to not tarnish his image which he worked so hard to achieve. Some did supported me, a close group of friends who showed me the joys of theater and productions. I was a make up artist for a time, which is how I was able to create my style when I finished the tutorial. A-All of this just to tell you that I wish to have this secret of mine hidden. I will pay any cost you may incur in doing so." [break][break]

After that impromptu therapy session, the samurai part of her returned, as the anxiety driven Seika would try to remain unmoved. "I apologize if such information upsets you, Karina-san. Should you wish to part ways, I will understand." [break][break]

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