If it gets in my way… not even the shadows are safe from my blade.
| HP | 73.0 + (2.51*lvl) |
| DEF |
| Trigger | Dialogue |
|---|---|
| Identity Acquisition | If it gets in my way… not even the shadows are safe from my blade. |
| Morning Greeting | I’m sharpening my sword. Nothing more meaningful to start the day with. |
| Afternoon Greeting | I’m cleaning my sword. Nothing more appropriate to pass the noon with. |
| Evening Greeting | I’m polishing my sword. Nothing more worthy to end the day with. |
| Chatter #1 | I like to act alone. Others only hinder me. Ah, there is one exception. |
| Chatter #2 | It’s best not to speak needless words. Some might take it as an invitation to fight. |
| Chatter #3 | Rodya is the only one I can get along with. She’s someone I can cross swords with, you dig? |
| Post-Uptie Chat 1 | Too many people are on this bus. A quarter of what we have now would suffice. What do you think? |
| Post-Uptie Chat 2 | If it’s to pursue a higher artistic caliber… I’m willing to accept this favor. |
| Idle | Hey, did you seriously vanish without a word? Some bold clock you are. |
| Uptying | I’ll show you the ultimate swordsmanship. |
| Deployment | My sword’s ready. |
| Stage Entry | Wanna see what I can express with a sharp blade? |
| Viewed in Battle | You’re not picking a fight, are you? |
| Commencing Attack | Just don’t get in the way. |
| Enemy Stagger | Was the edge dull? |
| Staggered | Tch! |
| Enemy Killed | Was sharpened pretty nicely. |
| Ally Death | One less source of noise for a while. |
| Check Passed | Came to an agreement. |
| Check Failed | It was too bothersome. |
| Victory Cry | Behold, idiots. This is how you use a sword. |
| Extra Conditions Fulfilled | I believe I’ve seen a satisfying amount of blood. |
| Defeat Wail | I’d have dealt with this in seconds if I did it myself. |
Kokuuntō
Deal +10% damage to targets that have <<((Laceration))Bleed>>
Muscle in Charge
SCARLET x 4
1 ally with the fastest Speed inflicts +1 Bleed
Focus Strike
Focus Strike
Focus Strike
Focus Strike
Clean Up
Clean Up
Clean Up
Clean Up
Lenticular Swirl
Lenticular Swirl
The child gave her sole audience a confident glance, and puffed out a cloud of cigarette smoke.
So, Hosa? Isn’t this a work of art?
The brume passed through her blade, smoke being cleanly cut in twain.
I must admit, you really do have a way with swords.
Although, I suppose your insolence towards an advisor is only forgiven thanks to your usefulness. You’d have lost fingers and much more otherwise.
Do tell me when that time comes. I’ve got a couple of great ideas for how to cut them.
The aide gave a bitter smile.
Perhaps it’s not the generosity of this child but the audacity of a subordinate who can wield blades like it’s second nature that keeps the Hosa from cracking a whip.
I have good news for you, Ryōshū-kun.
Hmh.
A strife is in sight.
…That’s good news indeed.
The child’s eyes narrowed. Her mouth bent into a grin, and her fingers twitched.