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Ballad of the Brave Trailblazer | Chapter 8
Chapter 7 << | index | >> Chapter 9
(Woosh)
Bradley: Where the hell did that skull bastard go?
Scuttling around between the pillars like that — I can’t even see what’s going on. Maybe we should just destroy all these pillars.
Rutile: Then the whole palace would collapse and we’d get buried alive.
...Ah, there it is! Over there. Let’s chase it!
(Woosh)
Bradley: Hey, if you shoot ahead that recklessly—....!
Rutile: .....!
(Crash)
Bradley: What did I just say? Of course you’re gonna crash if you speed ahead in a place like this.
It’s jam-packed with pillars. Only a madcap or a fool would fly that fast.
Rutile: I don’t care if I’m a madcap or a fool. I’m just going to do what I can!
(Woosh)
Rutile: Kuh.... These pillars.....!
(....Focus. Concentrate. Remember how hard you focused back when you were crashing into trees?)
(You can evade these pillars with enough focus....!)
(Woosh)
Bradley: ...Huh. Nicely done. He’s weaving his ways through the pillars like it’s nothing.
Rutile: Hurry, Mister Bradley! It’s going to get away!
Bradley: Now you’re being cheeky. You’re a thousand years too young to be making me rush.
✦✧☾✧✦
(Woosh)
Rutile: This is bad. It’s moving around too quickly — I can’t catch up!
Bradley: A hunt is a battle of the minds. You’re quite the speedster for a Southern wizard, but you’re not thinking hard enough.
With your speed and my brains, we can catch that thing in no time. Work with me here.
Rutile: All right. ....Um, Mister Bradley?
Bradley: What’s with that meek voice? Don’t tell me you’re getting scared after all that.
Rutile: Can you please keep it a secret from Mitile that I crashed into the pillar?
Bradley: ....Haha! You wanna save face as his older brother, huh? I’ll consider it if you manage to pull this off.
Rutile: Really? Then I’ll definitely capture it.
✦✧☾✧✦
(Crashing sounds)
Brook: (...So this is what powerful wizards are like.)
Brook's monologue: I watch the scene unfolding before my eyes with disbelief: a dark shadow of a monster clashes with the wizards with incredible force.
The wizards ride as if they are one with their brooms, gracefully and fearlessly flying about the room at horrific speed.
Flashes of light. Gusts of wind. The ground roars from beneath us. It’s a fierce and chaotic banquet of two storms clashing.
Owen: << Cure Memini >>
Snow: Owen, don’t go destroying the palace like that! What are you going to do if it falls apart?
Figaro: It keeps disappearing and splitting apart and reassembling itself — dealing with an enemy that has no form is a pain.
Brook's monologue: The shadow that split in two keeps separating and then merging, tossing the wizards about as it attacks them.
It’s not that the wizards’ attacks aren’t working — but it seems like they’re having trouble effectively damaging the shadow because it keeps scattering.
Mithra: What a pain.... << Arthim >>
(Boom)
Snow: Come now, Mithra! What did I just say about destroying the palace!
Mithra: Oh, please. It’s nothing to fret about.
Akira: No, I think it is! Ah, the ceiling is going to collapse....!
Snow: Both of you, run! << Noscomnia >>!
Brook's monologue: As one of the twins prevents the ceiling from caving in with his magic, we rush to safety.
But my leg gets caught on something as I run, and I topple over.
Brook: ....Wha....?
Brook's monologue: I turn around to see a black stain spreading across the floor — it has reached out and grabbed me by the ankle.
The stain grows bigger and bigger like a balloon, and gradually transforms into a black beast which opens its mouth wide, preparing to sink its teeth in.
(Growl)
Brook: ....!?
Brook's monologue: —This is the end. I close my eyes out of fear.
✦✧☾✧✦
White: Hm. Everything looks clear for now.
Mitile: Yes. But I wonder if my brother and the others are doing all right....?
White: Do not worry. They have the Northern wizards and Figaro by their side.
They can knock out a newly-awakened ancient creature in no time.
Mitile: Huh, Dr. Figaro can?
White: Oh, it’s but a joke! ...Hm?
(Cackling)
Mitile: Sir White! This voice.....
White: Looks like evil spirits are being drawn to the aura emitted by the ancient creature in the underground palace.
Stay by my side, Mitile.
Mitile: I-I will.
(Cackling)
Mitile: (The laughter is getting louder and louder..... Does that mean there are lots of spirits gathering?)
(Uu. I know I need to do this, but I’m still scared....!)
(Crash)
Mitile: Ah! Mister Mithra’s ring....!
White: ...It shattered. It must have protected you from the malicious spirits.
Mitile: Oh no.... But he gave me this ring.....
.......
White: Mitile?
Mitile: ...Sir White. Could you please teach me how to dispel these spirits?
White: Ohoho. I was just about to say the same thing.
Our job is to keep guard over the surface. Let’s show them our power.
Mitile: Yes! Let’s protect this area so that everyone can feel at ease when they return to the surface!
✦✧☾✧✦
(Crash) (Woosh)
Brook: .... ....?
Brook's monologue: A ferocious sound and fierce gust of wind blow in my face. But I don’t feel any pain.
As I slowly open my eyes, I see the back of a small figure clinging to her broom.
Brook: .....Stacy....?
Stacy: Mister Brook, are you all right!?
Brook: Y-yeah.... .....Your arm is bleeding! Were you struck by that attack!?
Stacy: I tried to block it with magic, but I think my magic wasn’t strong enough....
But I’m fine. This is nothing. More importantly, I’m so glad you’re safe, Mister Brook.....!
Brook's monologue: Despite her courageous words, Stacy’s shoulders are shaking.
She was a scaredy-cat who feared the darkness. She couldn’t even fly straight. Yet she stood in front of that beast and protected me from it.
Akira: Stacy! Mister Brook!
Brook's monologue: The Sage’s scream echoes across the room. I raise my eyes and see a whole herd of black shadows making their way right for Stacy.
Brook: Stacy!
Chapter 7 << | index | >> Chapter 9
(Woosh)
Bradley: Where the hell did that skull bastard go?
Scuttling around between the pillars like that — I can’t even see what’s going on. Maybe we should just destroy all these pillars.
Rutile: Then the whole palace would collapse and we’d get buried alive.
...Ah, there it is! Over there. Let’s chase it!
(Woosh)
Bradley: Hey, if you shoot ahead that recklessly—....!
Rutile: .....!
(Crash)
Bradley: What did I just say? Of course you’re gonna crash if you speed ahead in a place like this.
It’s jam-packed with pillars. Only a madcap or a fool would fly that fast.
Rutile: I don’t care if I’m a madcap or a fool. I’m just going to do what I can!
(Woosh)
Rutile: Kuh.... These pillars.....!
(....Focus. Concentrate. Remember how hard you focused back when you were crashing into trees?)
(You can evade these pillars with enough focus....!)
(Woosh)
Bradley: ...Huh. Nicely done. He’s weaving his ways through the pillars like it’s nothing.
Rutile: Hurry, Mister Bradley! It’s going to get away!
Bradley: Now you’re being cheeky. You’re a thousand years too young to be making me rush.
✦✧☾✧✦
(Woosh)
Rutile: This is bad. It’s moving around too quickly — I can’t catch up!
Bradley: A hunt is a battle of the minds. You’re quite the speedster for a Southern wizard, but you’re not thinking hard enough.
With your speed and my brains, we can catch that thing in no time. Work with me here.
Rutile: All right. ....Um, Mister Bradley?
Bradley: What’s with that meek voice? Don’t tell me you’re getting scared after all that.
Rutile: Can you please keep it a secret from Mitile that I crashed into the pillar?
Bradley: ....Haha! You wanna save face as his older brother, huh? I’ll consider it if you manage to pull this off.
Rutile: Really? Then I’ll definitely capture it.
✦✧☾✧✦
(Crashing sounds)
Brook: (...So this is what powerful wizards are like.)
Brook's monologue: I watch the scene unfolding before my eyes with disbelief: a dark shadow of a monster clashes with the wizards with incredible force.
The wizards ride as if they are one with their brooms, gracefully and fearlessly flying about the room at horrific speed.
Flashes of light. Gusts of wind. The ground roars from beneath us. It’s a fierce and chaotic banquet of two storms clashing.
Owen: << Cure Memini >>
Snow: Owen, don’t go destroying the palace like that! What are you going to do if it falls apart?
Figaro: It keeps disappearing and splitting apart and reassembling itself — dealing with an enemy that has no form is a pain.
Brook's monologue: The shadow that split in two keeps separating and then merging, tossing the wizards about as it attacks them.
It’s not that the wizards’ attacks aren’t working — but it seems like they’re having trouble effectively damaging the shadow because it keeps scattering.
Mithra: What a pain.... << Arthim >>
(Boom)
Snow: Come now, Mithra! What did I just say about destroying the palace!
Mithra: Oh, please. It’s nothing to fret about.
Akira: No, I think it is! Ah, the ceiling is going to collapse....!
Snow: Both of you, run! << Noscomnia >>!
Brook's monologue: As one of the twins prevents the ceiling from caving in with his magic, we rush to safety.
But my leg gets caught on something as I run, and I topple over.
Brook: ....Wha....?
Brook's monologue: I turn around to see a black stain spreading across the floor — it has reached out and grabbed me by the ankle.
The stain grows bigger and bigger like a balloon, and gradually transforms into a black beast which opens its mouth wide, preparing to sink its teeth in.
(Growl)
Brook: ....!?
Brook's monologue: —This is the end. I close my eyes out of fear.
✦✧☾✧✦
White: Hm. Everything looks clear for now.
Mitile: Yes. But I wonder if my brother and the others are doing all right....?
White: Do not worry. They have the Northern wizards and Figaro by their side.
They can knock out a newly-awakened ancient creature in no time.
Mitile: Huh, Dr. Figaro can?
White: Oh, it’s but a joke! ...Hm?
(Cackling)
Mitile: Sir White! This voice.....
White: Looks like evil spirits are being drawn to the aura emitted by the ancient creature in the underground palace.
Stay by my side, Mitile.
Mitile: I-I will.
(Cackling)
Mitile: (The laughter is getting louder and louder..... Does that mean there are lots of spirits gathering?)
(Uu. I know I need to do this, but I’m still scared....!)
(Crash)
Mitile: Ah! Mister Mithra’s ring....!
White: ...It shattered. It must have protected you from the malicious spirits.
Mitile: Oh no.... But he gave me this ring.....
.......
White: Mitile?
Mitile: ...Sir White. Could you please teach me how to dispel these spirits?
White: Ohoho. I was just about to say the same thing.
Our job is to keep guard over the surface. Let’s show them our power.
Mitile: Yes! Let’s protect this area so that everyone can feel at ease when they return to the surface!
✦✧☾✧✦
(Crash) (Woosh)
Brook: .... ....?
Brook's monologue: A ferocious sound and fierce gust of wind blow in my face. But I don’t feel any pain.
As I slowly open my eyes, I see the back of a small figure clinging to her broom.
Brook: .....Stacy....?
Stacy: Mister Brook, are you all right!?
Brook: Y-yeah.... .....Your arm is bleeding! Were you struck by that attack!?
Stacy: I tried to block it with magic, but I think my magic wasn’t strong enough....
But I’m fine. This is nothing. More importantly, I’m so glad you’re safe, Mister Brook.....!
Brook's monologue: Despite her courageous words, Stacy’s shoulders are shaking.
She was a scaredy-cat who feared the darkness. She couldn’t even fly straight. Yet she stood in front of that beast and protected me from it.
Akira: Stacy! Mister Brook!
Brook's monologue: The Sage’s scream echoes across the room. I raise my eyes and see a whole herd of black shadows making their way right for Stacy.
Brook: Stacy!
Chapter 7 << | index | >> Chapter 9