[h2]Ami[/h2]

"Start with the basics...? Are my basics not good enough?" Ami wondered, looking down at the sword she was holding. Of course she might expect that anyone summoned as Saber would have high standards, but... her skill, such as it was, had been enough to merit practising with a real sword on occasion. Though now that she thought about it, Okita was right. For all she knew how to draw, cut, and sheathe in one motion, actual combative sport was something that the schoolgirl was entirely unfamiliar with.

"Where are we going to get practice swords?"

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[h2]"Caster"[/h2]

"No need for traps," was the reply, as the Servant busied herself doing... something. Knocking something over here, the most meagre of all curses there to make it all dusty, "If we just make it look abandoned then everyone will pass through, none the wiser, and never think to come back and check."

With her security measures in place, the witch temporarily stepped away from her Master, through another brief portal--and into the back rooms of a different clothing store. Though Kezia was only gone for a few minutes, by the time she returned, the old dress and witch's hat had been exchanged for a far less stand-out skirt and hoodie combo. Though the old clothes were probably in the sports bag. Nobody knew what she looked like yet, so the hair wasn't a problem.

"Shall we go?"