He took her to the kitchen, sneaking passed the cooks and maids before reaching the pantry with all the salted meats and breads and cheese, "Go ahead and grab whatever looks good..!" He whispered, "I did this all the time as a child, it'll be easily replaced."
Minehime looked over all of the food with wide, excited eyes before grabbing two handfuls of meat - completely ignoring all the bread and cheese - scarring down as much as she could.
Minehime gave a nod, but just like before, didn't seem satisfied with what he had told her.
A couple of weeks went by, and with Hidemune being Minehime's teacher, she learned quickly, her skill improving greatly. Soon her tanto was nothing more than an extension of herself.
Now no longer bothered by the thought of hurting people to the point she was scared stiff, Minihime nodded, but still had a bit of a serious look in her eyes when she did so. She learned from Hidemune that sometimes people had to be hurt to keep loved ones safe from harm.
Minehime turned to face where she had heard the voice come from, her grip tightening on her tanto. Glancing back at Hidemune, she frowned softly. "W-Would it be acceptable to remain under Onii-.. Hidemune-sama's training..?" She asked Mitsunari.
"He can only teach you so much. We have to test your limits." Mitsunari stated. Hidemune frowned softly, "Unfortunately, he's right. There's only so much I can teach you..."