Now, the girl wouldn't say that she hated sparring with Nathan, it simply wasn't her choice thing to do. Spiritual training yeah, sure, she could do that all day no problem as that was something she was use to. It was just a different variation of it. But the physical stuff? Yeah, no. Sure she got an A in gym but this was different. Very different. "You're a very cocky bastard aren't you?" she would arch a brow as her body continued to glow, a small chuckle coming from her scythe. Because Myoo wasn't scolding her it was safe to say the girl actually agreed with her. Which was good. But the two stood, the minutes ticking by as slowly as they pleased. As thirteen began to come up she could feel her body shaking lightly, concentration waining. 'Come on, you can do it. Just a little longer. Think of it like the training you did with your dad. Don't just connect with me, feel me.' It was the way she had learned to see ghost in the first place, to become better aware of them. Or well, not learn, but she had become better at it. She didn't need to try and see them first, but feel them. Find their energy, their auras, understand it, analyze it....Taking a deep breath the girl would concentrate, her shaking decreasing, breathing calmed. Thirteen minutes would easily go by at that point, along with fourteen and fifteen, sixteen was a stretch and finally at seventeen she snapped. Myoo busting from her body as she fell back right on her bum. Ow. "The ground here isn't all that soft..."
