5, 7, 11, 20 for your angry bean!!
^ with courtesy pic of angry bean being angry ^
Golden age sitcoms! She and Ghost cuddle up on the couch and watch them when they’re not on Duty! And… food. There’s a sweet old man in the City who charges Guardians half price and makes some delicious yakisoba. Miyu always has to stop if his stall is open when she passes by.
Miyu is very ticklish, so down her sides, her stomach, neck, and back of her legs. Under her chin, too, if you catch her off guard.
She never sticks up for herself. Well, hardly ever. If something upsets her, she’s the quiet type who holds it in until she explodes. Her Ghost is used to it, and usually talks her down from the ledge.
Miyu isn’t incredibly petty, but she doesn’t care for the frivolous nature of most Guardians these days - and will make snarky comments to her Ghost about their ridiculous dancing about how someone should trip them, ect.
In battle, if a Knight(or any enemy, really) thinks they’re a better swordsman, she’ll play with them before she kills them.
20. What-ifs/Alternative Timelines
So this one is tricky. I’ve decided I’m going to use this one to talk about before Miyu was resurrected as a Guardian, before/after the collapse…
Born Watanabe Saki, Miyu was born in pre-collapse Kyoto, to a family very invested in preserving traditional Japanese culture. She was trained from a young age in many traditional rituals, martial fighting styles, as well as in dogma and politics. She took her role very seriously for an important reason: her parents had an agreement with the government to see her aboard the Yang Liwei. She would be an ambassador for her people while helping to secure a future where humanity might not need the Traveler to ensure their safety.
After the Collapse, she was desperate to go back to Earth. What was the point in existing safe and sound if there were others out there who could use their help? She was no important member if the Yang Liwei’s crew, and thus of little importance to the newly reborn Awoken race. She’d chosen to live when the choice had to be made, and when the choice to go back to their solar system came about, she accepted easily.
After that, she aligned herself with some sympathizers for humanity who chartered a ship to return to Earth. She offered linguistics assistance and a steady sword should they run into trouble. They landed in the remains of Hong Kong. Two of their team of ten stayed behind with the ship and eventually went off to the west. Another four of them chose to break off and assist a splinter group of survivors, share their technology.
The rest found a way to Toyko, across the sea on barely useable skiff-rafts. Surely the remnants of Japan would have a resistance, she had thought, but the Land of the Rising Sun was a radioactive graveyard. Only hostile syndicates remained. A warlord’s crew took out the intrepid group with ghastly precision until only she remained.
Their leader indulged her with a sword fight, seeing the blade at her side and matching it with a grim one of his own. She held out for a long time, her knowledge of the ancient styles far better than her opponent’s. But then the warlord cracked a smile, the cuts on his body healed, and his blade spit fire. His strike was merciful enough to end her before the flames burned her away.