Such bustle and busyness this place harbors... Haah, why is it that my fellows find it to be of great difficulty to leave me be in my room?
HP | 66.0 + (2.73*lvl) |
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Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Such bustle and busyness this place harbors... Haah, why is it that my fellows find it to be of great difficulty to leave me be in my room? |
Morning Greeting | To walk the streets and find so many pedestrians at such an early hour... quite the busy lives they must lead. Hm... though the blue sky under which I amble is but a facsimile, to behold it after long hours in the archives makes it a rather... unfamiliar activity. |
Afternoon Greeting | At noon... I partake in a simple meal and ask how my Association fellows are faring. Yet the flow of their dialogue oft burns too rapidly for me to find the room to utter a word, it is... mm. It is my intent to familiarize myself further. |
Evening Greeting | At night, information obtained from the training grounds should be put to the test. Merely reading the texts is but a poor method by which one may learn the techniques of the Liu. |
Chatter #1 | Since I made the ascent the third Section, Thrice have I perused the books of the Association's archives. Were I to be granted volumes of other Sections, I may return them there following my perusal, pristine as though they had not once been removed from their rightful... Ahem. Worry not. |
Chatter #2 | The sword feels quite unfamiliar in my hand, as thus far I have primarily utilized punches(拳) and kicks(脚) as the means of battle. Knifehand(手刀) techniques learned in Section 4 may have been instrumental steps to familiarize oneself with the blade, one thinks. |
Chatter #3 | Hm... it seems that my dispatch would find me eastward; perhaps this should be an opportune time to learn of their training methods and combat techniques. Ah, please, do not speak of this to my Association fellows. I prefer not to hurt their feelings, be it not my intention or otherwise. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | To put a crowd of enemies at bay by setting alight the air with the sword... Much doubt did I have in the abilities of the sword beyond dueling a single enemy; clearly, my thoughts were yet to have matured then. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | It would be best to be in the vanguard, should I find myself on a battlefield. There, I shall have opportunities aplenty to make use of the techniques I have learned; I could be of great assistance to those who follow as I set the embers alight. |
Idle | Hm... so these are the fundamental forms of Liu South Section 3. I wonder what the weapons and forms of other branches have to offer? |
Uptying | It is unpleasant business to have noise compounded with bustle; I shall bring calm and silence to my presence. |
Deployment | An opportunity to test my sword. |
Stage Entry | To forge the flame itself. |
Viewed in Battle | Ah, be wary of the embers. |
Commencing Attack | Flamestrike sword. |
Enemy Stagger | Cremation... |
Staggered | Mm... |
Enemy Killed | ... like a blossom. |
Death | What a shame it is... that I... must depart this world... with the void of knowledge... so vast... |
Check Passed | Thus reignited was the spark of resolution to this riddle. |
Check Failed | Mm. This task must not have been of any critical significance... |
Victory Cry | A manageable task, handled in the most practicable fashion. Yet, it is regrettable that it did not allow for much chance to spark new flames. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | I regret not, the choice of taking the forefront of the assault; I have burned hotter than I ever have. This blade-form feels more familiar in the hand as well. |
Defeat Wail | Ah... an overreliance on text over practice, is it? I must expand my trainings. Should such failures continue, I shan't be selected for dispatches to different regions, let alone claim promotion to Section 2... |
Inner Ardor
Turn End: heal 1 ally with the least SP by (5 + highest Reson.) (max 10) (excludes: self and Panicked or E.G.O Corroded allies)
- If the said ally has Base Skills that inflict <<((Combustion))Burn>> Potency or Count, heal 5 additional SP to them
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Flame Hew
Flame Hew
Flame Hew
Flame Hew
Frontal Assault
Frontal Assault
Frontal Assault
Frontal Assault
Flow of the Sword
Flow of the Sword
Hm...
A stroll in the City streets is a rare affair indeed.
This walk, the sun shining on my shoulders, conveys an unfamiliar sensation; days upon days I have spent in the archives, poring over volumes of books—the last time I saw any semblance of proper sunlight was on the day of my move up to Section 3, when my personal belongings were to be transferred to the new quarters.
If it were not for my colleagues pushing me outside in hopes of allowing me to bathe in the breeze and the sun, today would not have been a day of any significance.
Yet, well... this is quite pleasant, now that I am here.
The details of the surrounding hectic bustle fade into the background, becoming nothing more than white noise for me to focus entirely on text, enhancing my focus.
And, hm... how delightful it is, the flavor that infused this tea... Perhaps I will make a note of it to the Association to place them within our building.
The sky, though its tall and crisp blue but a reminder that it is all but a facsimile and a lie, brings a gentle and pleasant breeziness to my heart.
Much there have been to be gained from this excursion, given that it was a coercion that which pushed me to venture.
Perhaps this may be an opportunity to grow amiable to the unfamiliar; a learning experience this may become.
... Yet it may be a while afore I become eased into the activity of chattering and skittering about with one's colleagues.
I am not an unsocial creature by nature, yet I have remained skulking in the archives as long as I have been a member of the Association.
Like... a fool.
I believed ascension to higher stations achievable only by delving deep into volumes upon volumes of manuals and training my body.
... Yet I remained in Section 4 for a long while, denied from the much-wanted mobility of status.
My operation was formed on the incorrect proposition that the flame may grow by merely improving the firewood, failing to realize that flame cannot grow on its own.
On second thought, perhaps this is why the knifehand(手刀) techniques were taught in Section 4 of the South, to assist one in understanding this truth.
I initially failed to understand the bizarre notion that my hands were to be used like blades;
Yet, once my mind was freed from this limiting obstinacy, once it accepted that flame burns greater not in isolation but in collection, I could rise to Section 3.
... Now, I wield a flaming sword.
Tongues of fire, wreathing the blade, licks and burns the air; in contact, it burns our foes with utter ease.
I know that the technology that enables this is a culmination of the works of countless Workshops that shaped today's Liu weaponry.
Liu's flame. Its spark handily lit by all, yet catches fire only for those who understand it.
This is the truth for all of Liu's standard equipment; flame-wreathed weaponry of the Liu are known for their ease of use, yet to wield them to their fullest extent, a deeper understanding is necessary.
It can be traced back to the gloves of Section 6, and as the arsenal grows, so does the appreciation for the 'togetherness'; then, those who reach Section 1 would find their understanding complete. Such must be the philosophy behind such an approach.
Those who stand alone with the flaming sword are soon left with naught to burn, their spark and embers darkened;
Yet those who stand together, though they may wield blades of wood, may become a great bonfire that bursts with sparks of their fellows.
This is why I have requested to be dispatched eastward.
Though the martial forms, traditions, and the disparity between Sections may differ by region...
... should I find where and how the cores of Liu's philosophy, camaraderie and warmth, have settled...
... and should I learn how one converses and grows their understanding of their fellows... I should find myself moving forward.
And, in that process...
... I will learn how one might grow closer to the fellows of my Section, those who have pushed me to live this day.