If it gets in my way… not even the shadows are safe from my blade.
HP | 73.0 + (2.51*lvl) |
DEF |
Trigger | Dialogue |
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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. |
Kokuundō
Deal +10% damage to targets with Bleed.
Muscle in Charge
SCARLET x 4
1 ally with the highest 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.