Mitsui's comments sent blows to Sera's ego, knocking the smile off her face. It was depressing enough that the swordsman wasn't as noble as she had thought, still driven by vengeance, but him saying that he didn't battle those who were less trained then he was. Was her inexperience really [i]that[/i] obvious? Her mother and father had taken down several dangerous criminals and the Kishin itself much younger than she was now. Yet she still couldn't transform her arm into a scythe blade. 

Feelings of inadequacy weighed down on her soul, but Sera shook it off so Mitsui wouldn't notice. He probably did though. Swordsmen were probably really perceptive. "Let's go. If we stay just outside the city any longer, some witches might find us. I'm pretty sure they're hunting you down now too." Before he could say anything, Sera began to walk down the sand dunes. It would take them hours to get to the wooded area that surrounded the desert Death City rested on and they still needed to make sure they weren't being chased by hordes of witches.