[Stigma based on location is also something she's familiar with, so she smiles faintly at Prim in understanding.]

I was the daughter of a samurai household famed for its skill with the sword. Samurai women... are trained in the art of defence. But that's all. They are expected to become good samurai wives, managing the household while their husbands deal with more martial matters-- go to war, that sort of thing. Even in a time of peace, those were our roles. Samurai still learned their craft in dojos. It's... a matter of honour.

The skill that my father's bloodline had had for generations passed down into his daughter, and not his son. My brother challenged me to a match once when he was fifteen. I defeated him every time.

My father couldn't bear the shame of this, and cast me out. And... cast my mother out also, for defending me.