I know of the ways to cut through a heart with elegance and eccentricity.
HP | 66.0 + (2.28*lvl) |
DEF |
Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | I know of the ways to cut through a heart with elegance and eccentricity. |
Morning Greeting | It’s time again for a banquet of swordplay. |
Afternoon Greeting | Be wary of those with plenty of laughs and smiles to show. A sharp edge lurks beneath that deceptive expression. |
Evening Greeting | I do not enjoy the moonlight much. All it does is shed a gleam on what should be left unlit. |
Chatter #1 | These scars? They are healed up now. Rather than that… shouldn’t you be asking what became of those who left them on me? |
Chatter #2 | The sharpest blade has no meaning if it lies unused. |
Chatter #3 | Are you curious of my past? Such things… have all been cut off long ago. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | To tell you a secret, I can slay a foe with both my eyes and ears closed. …I was in jest. Dante, you truly are credulous. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | Until now, a clock was nothing more than a useless thing to me. Yours, however, has such a peculiar charm to it, Dante. |
Idle | You’re rather cold, turning away the moment a conversation dies down. |
Uptying | I shall stay by your side until my sword breaks. |
Deployment | It’s time to raise a deluge of blood. |
Stage Entry | Are you in need of this blade? |
Viewed in Battle | The sword is still sharp. |
Commencing Attack | I shall carve the sin unto you. |
Enemy Stagger | It’s bloodshed. |
Staggered | Hmh… |
Enemy Killed | A consequence of the scars. |
Ally Death | This will leave a scar not. |
Check Passed | Scars signify experience. |
Check Failed | It would seem that I dug a grave. |
Victory Cry | I am relieved to see that they know to comply. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | I shred them to pieces. My mind is now clearer than ever. |
Defeat Wail | My sword has cut its fair share. Nothing stops me from accepting this result. |
Poised
On clash win, gain +1 Poise Count.
Bestow
INDIGO x 3
1 ally with the most SP gains +1 Poise Count from skills.
Striker’s Stance
Striker’s Stance
Striker’s Stance
Striker’s Stance
Heel Turn
Heel Turn
Heel Turn
Heel Turn
Flank Thrust
Flank Thrust
Though I merely yearn to gaze out the window, here the paper covering its openings obstructs the moonlight, much to my heart’s discontent.
The child, looking up at the paper window with his dissatisfied, narrowed eyes, didn’t seem to give any attention to his interlocutor.
You’re the one who said you wanted to sleep in a tile-roofed house.
Siiip. The sound of tea passing his lips sounded his disapproval.
Additionally, moving to the south was also your idea, Yi Sang.
While I do not deny that…
Receiving the other child’s flack, the child known as Yi Sang slowly turned his head to face her.
We were in need of a new territory from which to extort, were we not? I believe I offered an apt solution.
You just won’t back down, will you.
Yielding is not a behavior that aligns with me.
Why don’t you take up the mantle for us in that case? What made you recommend me to be the leader instead?
Excess labor does not mirror my ideal performance, both mental and manual.
Says the one nicknamed “Slayer” for taking an excess of lives, huh?
It is my preference to be wholly focused when I am doing my job.
Whilst engaging in the rhythmed exchange, the child with dark bags under his eyes stopped to recall something, then added:
In addition, I remember you once asked this: “You’re usually a laid-back jokester, so what transforms you into a cold-blooded killer whenever a sword is in your hands?”
That I did.
I hope today’s exchange has provided an answer.
Siiip.
The child nonchalantly nursed his tea after that.
The look on the other child’s face shows discomfort among many other things, but to describe them all in detail would be a disservice.
Isn’t that right?