A night before a battle is always so silent. Ah, and the moon has waxed full tonight, too.
HP | 76,0 + (2,5*lvl) |
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Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | A night before a battle is always so silent. Ah, and the moon has waxed full tonight, too. |
Morning Greeting | Good morning. This is an opportune time for a modest meal and a warm cup of tea. There is no need for urgency. |
Afternoon Greeting | I plan to postpone my noon training until next time. I... believe that it is best that I review my book of techniques to ensure that I have not left anything behind. |
Evening Greeting | The pale moon glimmers white. With no trace of shadows, bright. Now is the time most apt. |
Chatter #1 | I once trained my precision by casting the red plum petals under the starry sky... and rending them before they hit the floor. The sight of scattering red petals was... I daresay that it was quite beautiful. I witness that beauty still, from time to time. The only difference is that the petals are more liquid than solid. |
Chatter #2 | Obsession with the blade is a shared passion among those who are a part of the Lineage. But I believe that I am past the stage of learning via muscle memory. Now, I train with my mind. |
Chatter #3 | Witness the whirling arc of the blade. Does it not resemble art beyond the realms of martial techniques? Let the sky be the paper upon which my blade draws an arc that breaks not... Ah, I seem to have lost myself for a moment. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | After going through so much trouble to advance before our gates under the cover of night... is this all you could muster, Kurokumo Clan? You scatter so helplessly. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | They will not, to their last moments of consciousness, understand that they have become naught but red petals blowing in the wind. Though our tools are much alike, I remain a step above them still. |
Idle | You may remain still all day. I shall converse with the moon. |
Uptying | This is a good night to engage in a dance of blades. Particularly exquisite are the flowers blossoming from the tip of a moon-dipped blade. Why not go and appreciate the petals? |
Deployment | So we march. |
Stage Entry | Let the flowers bloom. |
Viewed in Battle | Are you enjoying yourself? |
Commencing Attack | Scoundrels. |
Enemy Stagger | Let it blossom. |
Staggered | Mmm. |
Enemy Killed | Like a bed of flowers. |
Death | So... the red plum blossom... blooms from me all the same... |
Check Passed | No cause for it to be amiss. |
Check Failed | It was fated to be amiss. |
Victory Cry | I have cast the unsightly flowers from here. Let us see where we will now reside. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | When the flowers wither, a new tree shall take root here. It will grow to be a pillar that will protect our home. I am certain of that. |
Defeat Wail | We are... wanderers without destinations. Seeds without soil to take root in... When will our home be found? |
Sanguine Plum Blossoms
On Crit: Inflict 1 <<((RedApricotBlossom))Red Plum Blossom>>. (3 times max)
Lingering Bladepoint
INDIGO x 4
When the ally first deployed in the pre-battle team setup Critically hits with a Slash type Skill, inflict 1 Defense Level Down (3 times max per 1 enemy per turn)
Moonlit Blade Dance
Moonlit Blade Dance
Moonlit Blade Dance
Moonlit Blade Dance
Acupuncture
Acupuncture
Acupuncture
Acupuncture
Red Plum Blossoms Scatter
Red Plum Blossoms Scatter
The world is abound with things of beauty.
The scattering moonlight. The blooming red plum blossoms.
Among all that is beautiful in this world... Faust considers these two the finest of them all.
... Faust is confident that she has read nearly every book in existence; no knowledge may escape Faust's grasp.
Even still, to me... nothing else comes close to these two.
Regardless...
I am okay. I can create new things with the strokes of my brush, put my thoughts to paper.
... We are to leave this home behind soon.
S Corp. can no longer be redeemed.
The deluge of corruption, pouring from the headwaters and perverting every strand of the waterways of this river, cannot be stemmed.
We are but scholars of the martial arts; we cannot be a levee, let alone a dam to stop that flow.
Yet, there are virtuous ones who seek to purify the rivers of these putrefactions.
We... or, at least our mentor... felt that we must help them.
It may have been his personal sense of justice. Perhaps it was his own way of providing us with a last bastion to save our homeland.
I have not inquired him, for he is a man of few words.
I suppose his intentions behind this action matters not when we have already failed. We could not stop the levee from leaking.
The flood took us, who stood next to the levee to defend it... and it left us no choice but to abandon our home.
It was no easy decision to leave the Nest behind.
The Blade Lineage under our mentor's guidance were all small feathers, each minor officials of their own.
S Corp. sent the Ch'unokkun after the mentor...
We have lost many fellows in the process. Yet I must consider ourselves lucky; though our forces have dwindled, we were allowed to convene under the same banner once again.
... One day, I would like to pen a letter under the moonlight again.
Mm. Before my brush with death does memories of the past return to me.
So I wield this blade to protect my fellows, to prepare a new home for us.
Though the red plum blossoms wilt with time and lose their beauty, I shall bloom them nonetheless. So that this fleeting moment may be treasured.
... How long has it been since we have departed our Nest?
Though I write not under the moonlight, I had a brief moment to write with my brush.
My fellows have diligently sought a new home for us and led us to the Backstreets of T Corp....
... Yet it was already occupied by a different Syndicate.
It need not be said that conflict was inevitable.
Mm.
Something casts its shadow over the moon.
They call themselves the Heug-un... Dark cloud.
The cloud may eclipse the moon for a brief moment, indeed.
But...
When the wind blows, and when time passes, the cloud will scatter like any other.
And before the majesty of the moon, the cloud is as insignificant as a speck of dust.
This cloud shall be cast from the skies like the splendid shower of plum blossom petals.
It may be by my hands, our mentor's... or another Salsu's.
Whoever it may be, the outcome is inevitable.
The cloud shall scatter, and red plum blossoms shall bloom from our foes.
As it all should be.