Fates Supports/Azama Mitama(PC)

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C Support

Azama: Mitama! Mitama! Wake up!

Mitama: Uuhhhhgg... The calamity! / Cut down in full bloom of youth / My sweetest slumber... Hello, Father...

Azama: Sleeping again, Mitama? I am in awe of your devotion to idleness. Even the stones would blush with envy.

Mitama: Why does it matter? My sleeping habits inconvenience no one.

Azama: Oh, yes, no one at all. Except when you do it during the war council meetings.

Mitama: Erk—

Azama: You thought I wouldn't notice? You snore like a wild boar! It's impossible for anyone to concentrate during the meetings with you like that. And if we can't focus when planning, it could lead to more deaths in the field. Which I wager most in this camp would classify as an inconvenience. After all, not everyone is as blissfully enlightened as your dear father.

Mitama: Then why don't you just send me back to the Deeprealms? If you hadn't brought me here, I could still be relaxing at home in peace. A sleep eternal / Without meddling paternal / Snores everlasting!

Azama: Goddess, help me. *sigh* Very well, then. I suppose I will have to fix this myself.

Mitama: Hey! What does that mean? Wh-what are you planning?

Azama: I'm going to make you wake up earlier. And stay up. Every day. Forever.

Mitama: Y-you villain! Not that! Anything but that! Indulging in daytime naps is the highest pleasure mortals can attain! My cruel, cruel father. / My cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel father. / He rules; I suffer.

Azama: Hahaha! Quite the performance! Perhaps I could get used to this whole villain thing...

Mitama: *sob* Father...why? Even when you are awake, you look like you are sleeping, and sleeping, awake! Why did you not pass these blessed eyes to me? Oh, the terrible irony of fate!

Azama: Well...I did sort of give you my eyes. You know those stars? You got them from me!

Mitama: R-really? Somehow I never knew that.

Azama: If I show you, will you promise to get up early?

Mitama: As if! You cannot ensnare me with such trickery! Now, I away!

(Mitama leaves)

Azama: Wait, don't— Aaand it's too late. Oh well. I'm not sure what I expected...

B Support

Azama: Good moooooorning, Mitama. You're finally awake, hm? How did you enjoy my lecture on the transitoriness of all things this morning? I thought it was a fine piece of philosophy, though my wording still needs some work...

Mitama: Grrr... So it was you, then! / You, the evil voice outside / My tent this morning! I could still hear you even after I plugged my ears with wax! Do you know how frustrating it is to get wax out of your ears?! The answer is very! It's very frustrating!

Azama: Oh, come now. I thought your beloved poetry frequently concerned itself with such things. If anything, I'm helping to enrich your talents!

Mitama: I'm sure it would help me more if you waited until I was awake to deliver your wisdom.

Azama: If I waited until you were awake, I don't think I'd ever be able to start! Besides, drowsiness can be a wonderful aid to learning. In a disordered state, the mind can more easily grasp the unfamiliar.

Mitama: This is such garbage / You make all of this dung up / As you go along.

Azama: Such poetry! Such fine diction! My daughter is truly a literary prodigy. And how could you? I would NEVER say anything I didn't absolutely believe. I just want the best for my daughter, is all.

Mitama: The question is: Why? / You were hands off before now / Why change? Leave me be.

Azama: Well...maybe it's BECAUSE I was so hands off before.

Mitama: What?

Azama: When you were small, I couldn't be with you very much. I didn't have the time then to see to raising you properly. But I've come to realize that I put you through a great deal of loneliness. I believe I made a terrible mistake.

Mitama: I didn't think you were the type to care about that sort of thing...

Azama: Well, yes. You're right. And I usually don't. But having a daughter does strange things to a man.

Mitama: So then this is why / You have been waking me up / At such hellish hours?

Azama: Heh. I suppose so.

Mitama: We could have just talked / Or you could have bought me tea / Or a nice present. Literally anything would have been better than this.

Azama: Oh, of course, I thought of all that. And we should treasure our time together. But, as a father, I want more for you than just some fun memories.

Mitama: What do you mean?

Azama: Well, this will sound funny coming from me, but... I want my daughter to excel in life. I want her to dazzle everyone around her.

Mitama: My father is dead / And someone has replaced him / Please, someone, help me.

Azama: Yes, I know. I'm a hypocrite. Heh.

Mitama: *sigh* ...Well, since I'm up this early anyway, what should I be doing?

Azama: Right, first things first. We're going to do drills to teach you to heal under pressure. Then we're going to spend an hour studying medical guides and anatomy. And after that, two hours of brisk exercise followed by chores! Then a 15-minute break for lunch, before some life coaching from yours truly. Oh, hm...and we still need to deal with your nutrition. I shall make you a diet plan!

Mitama: Eeek!

Azama: Well, on that note, I'll take my leave of you. I've got so much to prepare. Please continue to keep waking up early! Remember, three hours before dawn, every day!

Mitama: So this is just the beginning... A chill in my heart / Outside, his wolf teeth gleam white / Inside, a black heart. Murder would be a mercy, compared to such cruelty. What a terrifying man...

Azama: Muahahahaha!

A Support

Mitama: Good morning, Father. Please, wake up.

Azama: *yawn* Agh...who in the world is up this early? M-MITAMA?! What's wrong?! Are we under attack?!

Mitama: No, I came only / To wake you up for the day / No brigands, no fire.

Azama: You mean you just happened to be awake? It's a miracle... See! You can do anything you put your mind to, Mitama!

Mitama: It was quite easy / To stay awake the whole night / Aren't you proud of me?

Azama: Wait. You mean you just didn't go to sleep all night?

Mitama: Yes. Does this not please you?

Azama: Guhh...I guess I got excited for nothing.

Mitama: I was up early / Like the worm-obtaining bird. / Why are you angry?

Azama: It doesn't matter how early you're up if you just fall asleep halfway through the day!

Mitama: O-oh. I guess that makes sense. My triumph destroyed / Father scorns all my efforts / I am a failure.

Azama: No! It's OK! I mean...maybe I've been too harsh. The important thing is that you tried. Thank you, Mitama.

Mitama: Hey! You cannot wipe away my sorrow with just a pat on the head!

Azama: You know, I'd almost believe you if it weren't for that silly grin on your face.

Mitama: My heart wants to weep, / But it cannot stop smiling / Joys of daughterhood.

Azama: Heh. All right. Maybe I've been taking the wrong approach to all of this. How about instead, we make a promise?

Mitama: A promise?

Azama: Yes. Once this war is over, you can take a vacation. A long one. You can live as lazily as you like—sleeping and reading poetry—all day, every day.

Mitama: Really? You would do that?

Azama: Yes. I promise. But, in exchange, I want you to work your hardest while we're still fighting. You need to set an example for all the others. Deal?

Mitama: Very well. For that reward, I would gladly suffer for a hundred years.

Azama: Very good. Then let's get cracking! Two hours of weight training, GO!

Mitama: A-already?! What have I gotten myself into...?