"Che," Beatrix replied to his curiosity of her skill, as if he should know how good she was. Of course she was good, damn good. He looked like he wanted a challenge, but she felt no need to meet it. She didn't need to prove she was better than him - she knew her level of skill and felt no need in having it validated. Such validation was unnecessary to her.

Men and their fragile egos.

Santoryu was not a styler she'd heard of before bu the word translated to 'three sword style', so she could guess what the general principle behind it. Different places - different worlds even - so of course there were going to be different styles. The Bride was of the opinion that more blades was not necessarily better than one. Her style and skill was developed for killing, nothing more and nothing less. It was a beautiful art, yes, but still utilized for dealing death.

"Is there a reason women swordsmen are so rare where you come from?"