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Yumi moved the instant she saw the wight commander draw its sword, sprinting for all she was worth. When she got close enough, she launched forward, her body twisting into the arc of her swing. The scythe carved a clean, decisive line across the commander, her momentum carrying her into place between it and Yume. She settled into a ready stance, the curve of her blade eager for more.

Actions:
1-3: Yeetus | Grade F
[Fighting Style: Scythe] F [Technique: Reach] F [Fast] F [Acrobatics] F [Jumping] F
0 post cooldown
One action used to slash, the other two for movement.

Cooldowns:
E - 1/1 | D - 2/2

The hills around the ruined officinae weren't completely deserted. Not yet, anyway. War left behind strange pockets of life: people picking at the edges of devastation, trying to squeeze something useful out of what remained. A lone vendor had set up along the lower path, her cart modest but intact, a small pile of apples arranged with more care than the surroundings deserved.

Aren spotted her on the way in. And, more importantly, she spotted him.

That was all it took.

"Well, those might be the bravest apples I've ever seen," Aren said as he approached, his tone light with an easy admiration. "Setting up shop this close to a place like that?" He glanced up toward the broken structure in the distance, then back to her with a crooked smile. "Either they're worth their weight in gold, or you've got nerves I should be jealous of."

The vendor huffed a small laugh despite herself, already halfway disarmed.

"They're fresh," she replied. "Came in this morning."

"Fresh?" Aren echoed, leaning in just slightly as if inspecting them more closely. "Now that's impressive. Thought everything around here tasted like ash and bad decisions."

Another smile. A little wider this time. He picked one up, turning it in his hand, testing the weight as he squeezed it lightly.

"I'll take one," he said, already reaching for a coin.

The exchange was simple, clean, and unremarkable.

Which was exactly why she didn't notice the moment his other hand brushed just a little too close, light, and gone before it meant anything.

Aren bit into the apple as he stepped away, expression brightening just a touch.

"Alright," he admitted over his shoulder, "you win. Definitely worth it."

By the time she thought to check anything, he was already further up the path, her coin purse nestled snugly in his pocket.

The shift in atmosphere came gradually as he approached the meeting point. Less life, more silence, more weight in the air. Aren's pace slowed as his eyes settled on the figure near the stele, still and waiting, as well as the bird.

Right, he thought. Not just a casual meetup, then.

He took another bite of the apple as he closed the distance, boots crunching just enough to announce himself. No point sneaking up on someone who was expecting trouble.

"Hope I'm not late," he called, voice easy, almost conversational. "Got a little distracted on the way. Turns out optimism and fresh produce still exist out here."

He stopped a few paces off, relaxed, one hand loosely at his side, the other holding what remained of the apple.

"Name's Aren."

He paused briefly as he looked around the empty rooftop.

"So," he added, glancing past Neo toward the ruined building in the distance, "is it just us, or are we still waiting on someone?"
The sounds of battle rose around Yumi: steel, claws, the wet crack of bone. Somewhere nearby, she heard someone whooping. Probably Youko, she mused with the faintest of grins. Her attention stayed forward, fixed on the slow, relentless advance spilling from the treeline. The pattern was too clean, too consistent. They didn't wander or hesitate, but pressed forward in a steady flow, filling gaps the moment they appeared.

The Commander was right. Something's leading them.

Her eyes narrowed slightly beneath her hood, tracking the spaces between the trees, searching for something, anything out of the ordinary.

A shape. A pause. A watcher. Something—

A corpse lurched into her periphery.

Yumi's body moved before the thought finished. The scythe traced a perfect circle in the air, biting into the top of the wight's skull before exiting through the groin. The halves collapsed into the snow, twitching.

She didn't spare it a glance, her eyes still scanning the treeline.

Actions:
1: Vertical Circle | Grade F
[Fighting Style: Scythe] F [Technique: Reach] F
0 post cooldown

2: Perception | Grade E
[Perception] E
1 post cooldown

3: No 3rd action (except maybe to perceive harder, or see if anything followed Yume)

Cooldowns:
E - 0/1 | D - 1/2
The grasping hands didn’t surprise her, but the twitching bodies behind her did. Yumi’s eyes flicked briefly toward the headless forms struggling in the snow. Decapitation should have been enough. In stories, it usually was.

So much for that, she mused with an annoyed click of her tongue.

Rextelian's warning about needing to burn them reached her ears as her attention snapped toward the two advancing figures. "Kuuso mendou da..." She muttered with another click of annoyance. Yumi's eyes flashed between the headless and Emily as the commander spoke to her about burning the remains. If I can't finish them off, I can at least make them easier to burn.

Having made up her mind, Yumi planted her feet, heels digging into the snow as she kicked into a standing backflip. Her cloak snapped in the cold air as she attempted to create some space.

As she inverted, she caught a glimpse of Yume running off on her own. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, but she had more pressing concerns. She made note of the direction Yume was heading and swung the scythe upward. This time, the blade slashed from the nearest zombie's hip to its opposite shoulder joint, seeking to bisect it diagonally.

Actions:
1: Observe Yume wandering off
[Perception] F

2-3: Gyaku Kesa Giri | Grade D
[Fighting Style: Scythe] D [Technique: Reach] F [Acrobatics] E [Jumping] F
2 post cooldown
Yumi performs a backflip dodge while slashing upward at the zombie, attempting to bisect it from hip to shoulder.

Cooldowns:
E - 1/1 | D - 0/2
"Don’t put up with a bully."

Yumi's gaze shifted briefly toward Hiruq. She paused briefly before responding with a single, shallow nod of appreciation and a hint of a smile that whispered, "I've got this."

Then her attention returned to the village ahead, and whatever waited in the darkness.

Before long, they came. Five from the north, twenty from the east. A grin spread across Yumi's face under her hood. Social interactions had never been her strong suit. But this?

This, she could do.

Snow kicked up behind her boots as she surged forward, closing the distance in a handful of swift strides. She measured the area, carefully counting in her mind.

Three...
Two...
One...

NOW!


She planted one foot against a half-buried stone and launched up and forward, cloak flaring behind her. The scythe arced in a clean, descending crescent as she fell, the blade whispering through cold air before biting toward the first zombie’s neck.

She didn’t wait to see if it dropped.

The moment her boots touched down, she pivoted on her heel, letting the momentum carry through her core. The scythe’s haft rolled smoothly through her palms as she spun, extending the blade in a low, horizontal sweep aimed for the second creature’s throat.

Actions:
1-2: Kage Otoshi | Grade E
[Fighting Style: Scythe] E [Technique: Reach] F [Acrobatics] E [Fast] E [Jumping] F
1 post cooldown
Yumi charges, jumps, and slashes at Zombie #1's throat as she descends.

3: Kage Mawari | Grade F
[Fighting Style: Scythe] F [Technique: Reach] F [Acrobatics] F
0 post cooldown
Yumi uses her momentum to spin and slash at Zombie #2's throat.


Additional stats if needed:
[Precision] C [Scythe] D


Kuso.

The corner of Yumi's eye twitched as she cursed silently. Her attempt to escape the witch had failed, apparently. For a brief moment, she considered running ahead, but ultimately decided against it. Something about her in-your-face attitude and incessant badgering reminded Yumi of how she’d met her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it just yet, but she decided to put up with it for now.

Yumi slowed just a hair when the staff crossed her vision, her eyes flickering to it before returning to the snow-choked road ahead. Her stride stayed steady, measured, and silent.

…Something. Like that,” she said after a moment. “Dungeons. Start to. Blur together. After a while.”

Her gaze remained forward, tracking the dark outline of the ruined village and the treeline beyond.

“At least we made it out,” Yumi added.

Yumi slowed near the edge of the village, boots sinking slightly into the wet earth as her gaze swept across the abandoned homes. Her eyes lingered on small details: the angle of a fallen basket, the way a door hung ajar, the absence of tracks where there should have been many. Nothing screamed danger. That unsettled her more than if it had.

Past the soft churn of the group’s movement and the distant wind, her focus narrowed, searching for anything out of place. A breath where there should be none. A scrape of bone against wood. The telltale wrongness of something waiting to move.

Her fingers tightened subtly around the haft of her scythe beneath her cloak. Every sense stayed taut, coiled and ready.

If something rose from Nan-Li’s silence, she intended to be the first to see it.

Kage no Mimi | Grade F
Stealth F, Perception F, Survival F, Darkvision F
0 post cooldown
Character blends into the darkness and environment, reducing her chances of detection, while also keeping an eye out for any threats.
Yumi blinked at the girl who had just plopped down across from her, crimson eyes scanning her like a spotlight. Then, tipsy and unfazed, she giggled, loud, bright, and completely uncoordinated.

"I... uh... yeah!" she slurred slightly, raising her mug a little higher in a clumsy salute. "I'm an advenshurer, that'sh me! Well," her voice lowered to a loud whisper, "I guessh I'm moore of a huntresh, allthough not the kind that huntsh deersh an'shit." She laughed again, nearly tipping the mug over.

Her gaze immediately drifted to Ruby’s scythe, her eyes practically twinkling in the firelight. "Whoooooaaaaaaa!" She leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table. "This issssshhh sshhooo coooooool! Look at the curve! The grip! The edge! How long did it take you to, you know, get used to swinging something like this?!"

She paused, taking a big, sloppy quaff from her mug, foam brushing her lips, then set it down with a satisfied sigh. "I... I kind of picked up a shcythe because of thish shhow I watched where... wait..." She hiccuped softly and froze, cheeks flushing bright red. "I forgot. You donn't have the internetsh here." She giggled in embarassment.

"But sherioushly!" She leaned forward again, waving a hand at the weapon like it was a sparkling treasure. "Yoursh ish amashing! I mean, jusht look at it! The weight, the balansh, the... all of it! Man, aren't schythes freakin' shweet?!"

Yumi paused for a moment to finish off the last bit of ale in her mug — which was only her second — before flagging a nearby waitress. "Neksht roundsh on me!" she exclaimed with an exaggerated gesture across the table at Ruby. She beamed brightly and extended a hand for Ruby to shake, giggling slightly as she tried to hold it steady. "My namesh Yumi. Aoi Yumi. And I think we're gunna be besht friendsh!"
The memories didn’t arrive like an intrusion. They settled into place, like the pieces of a puzzle. They threaded themselves through her thoughts with an ease that was almost frightening. No irregular edges, no sense of being forced into place. Laughter she didn't remember hearing, places she didn’t recall visiting, but seemed more familiar the more she focused on them. And with them, a presence that felt as natural as breathing. It was warm, comforting, familiar.

Too familiar.

Yumi’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly as the images continued to unfold. Yuki’s face, clear as day, a tear streaming down her cheek. The smell of steel and smoke. The moment everything shattered.

And next to Yumi, screaming in a way she had been unable to at the time, was her.

Hikari

The name slid into place as if it belonged there. The memories insisted it did. Childhood afternoons, whispered promises, shared dreams. It all made sense. Too much sense.

Except for the way it didn't.

Hikari

Something deep in her chest twisted as the name echoed in her mind again. A quiet dissonance, like a word pronounced slightly wrong. The presence Yume tried to place beside her in that moment did not belong. The scene bent around her inclusion, strained to accommodate a shape that had never been part of it. In that world, there had been Shadow and Light, two halves of a whole. There had never been room for a third.

There had only been one Hikari there.

And she had died.

The moment that realization hit, Yumi pushed it down, locking it away somewhere Yume's voice couldn't easily reach. Not forgotten, but rather guarded in a way she would take to her grave, no matter how hard the witch tried to take it away.

When she finally turned her head to look at Yume, Yumi's expression was calm. Not necessarily distant, but not particularly joyful, either, the way one looked at an old acquaintance after too much time had passed. She managed to muster a small smile.

"It's. Been a while... Yume."

There was no accusation in her voice, though she made a point of not using the name Hikari, instead sticking with the name she had been accused of stealing.

As Yume asked about Yuki, Yumi paused for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, eyes lowering as if considering the thought. It was a possibility she hadn't considered, if only because she didn't want to get her hopes up. When she spoke, she kept her words simple and honest without giving anything away.

"I... don't know," Yumi answered quietly. "I haven't. Seen her."

She made no move to confront the fake memories, no attempt to push back further. If this was a game, then she would play it, but on her own terms. Better to keep Yume close and let her believe she had won.

Yumi turned her head toward Hiruq, blue eyes meeting his briefly. She allowed herself the faintest hint of relief. Finally, literally anything else to focus on. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to draw her attention away from Yume for a moment. She gave the man a small, almost imperceptible nod, accompanied by a soft, "Hai," her voice calm and measured. "I am. Not very used. To speaking. But I find it. A bit. Easier. In my native. Tongue."

At last, the call to move out came. Yumi's fingers brushed over the leather straps of her scythe and the fastenings on her belt as she walked to the gate, checking that each piece of equipment was secure, partially to distract herself from the events of the mess hall. The spell had ended long ago, but the fake memories had not left when the magic did. She tugged the hood of her black cloak up and over her head, pulling it low to hide her face in shadow. She kept a keen eye on Yume, but otherwise kept to herself for the time being. The cold air bit at her cheeks as she faced the mountains ahead and began the cold march through the snow. Though she stayed with the group, old habits kicked in, and she faded into the darkness, staying just out of sight while keeping a keen eye and ear out.

Kage no Mimi | Grade E
Stealth E, Perception E, Fast E, Survival F, Darkvision F
1 post cooldown
Character blends into the darkness and environment, reducing her chances of detection, while also keeping an eye out for any threats and skillfully covering more ground.


Warm light from the hearth bled across the tavern, turning the low ceiling into a haze of amber and smoke. Yumi sat at the edge of a scarred wooden table, both hands wrapped around a mug that was definitely emptier than she remembered it being a moment ago.

A soft giggle escaped her lips. Her eyes widened in surprise, as if the sound startled her as much as anyone else.

"I feel a bit... funny," she whispered, her words just a little slower than usual. She tipped the mug, frowned when nothing came out, then laughed again and set it down with exaggerated care.

Around her, voices blended together — stories of close calls, victories and losses — but she listened with a small, unfixed smile, nodding along even when the words slipped past her. Every so often, she'd lean forward, chin in her palm, as if the effort of staying upright had become a fascinating challenge.

"I juss cann believe ish already been a year," she slurred suddenly, the thought spilling out before she could catch it. She blinked in surprise, like she was trying to figure out who had just spoken. She giggled again when she realized it was her, embarrassment blooming in her cheeks. A waitress came by and placed a fresh mug before her, which prompted an enthusiastic cheer from the huntress, who quickly drank a hearty swig.

"Man, thish shtuff ish good," she continued. Her gaze drifted to the fire, the flickering lights reflecting in her eyes. Her smile softened as her gaze grew distant and thoughtful. "Sho much has happened thish year." She started counting on her fingers. "Firsht I died, thenn I woke up inn a foresht. I met shome people and did...shomething? I dunn really 'member that part." She frowned and tilted her head as she tried to remember what happened. After a moment, she shook her head. "Ah, it'll comme back to me. And then we had all that bizniss inn Nann Gaauu. Man, that wash shomething elsh, huh?" Her eyes widened a bit and she let out a low whistle as she reminisced on that particular event.

A group of people laughed nearby. Despite not knowing what about, Yumi joined in, a bit louder than she meant to, her shoulders shaking as she ducked her head and hid her face behind her arm.

She raised her mug again in a clumsy little toast, nearly knocking it against the table.

"Here'sh to shurviving another year!" she declared, her blue eyes shining brightly. "And to the neksht year being..." her nose wrinkled a bit as she searched for the right words, "um...lesh terrifying. Or at leasht terrifying in a fun way! Oh! And to not dying again!"

With a little too much confidence, she quaffed a generous mouthful, only to cough into her sleeve and laugh at herself a heartbeat later. As she burst into giggles again, she rested her chin against her hand as if the world had become delightfully unsteady.


Warm light from the hearth bled across the tavern, turning the low ceiling into a haze of amber and smoke. Yumi sat at the edge of a scarred wooden table, both hands wrapped around a mug that was definitely emptier than she remembered it being a moment ago.

A soft giggle escaped her lips. Her eyes widened in surprise, as if the sound startled her as much as anyone else.

"I feel a bit... funny," she whispered, her words just a little slower than usual. She tipped the mug, frowned when nothing came out, then laughed again and set it down with exaggerated care.

Around her, voices blended together — stories of close calls, victories and losses — but she listened with a small, unfixed smile, nodding along even when the words slipped past her. Every so often, she'd lean forward, chin in her palm, as if the effort of staying upright had become a fascinating challenge.

"I juss cann believe ish already been a year," she slurred suddenly, the thought spilling out before she could catch it. She blinked in surprise, like she was trying to figure out who had just spoken. She giggled again when she realized it was her, embarrassment blooming in her cheeks. A waitress came by and placed a fresh mug before her, which prompted an enthusiastic cheer from the huntress, who quickly drank a hearty swig.

"Man, thish shtuff ish good," she continued. Her gaze drifted to the fire, the flickering lights reflecting in her eyes. Her smile softened as her gaze grew distant and thoughtful. "Sho much has happened thish year." She started counting on her fingers. "Firsht I died, thenn I woke up inn a foresht. I met shome people and did...shomething? I dunn really 'member that part." She frowned and tilted her head as she tried to remember what happened. After a moment, she shook her head. "Ah, it'll comme back to me. And then we had all that bizniss inn Nann Gaauu. Man, that wash shomething elsh, huh?" Her eyes widened a bit and she let out a low whistle as she reminisced on that particular event.

A group of people laughed nearby. Despite not knowing what about, Yumi joined in, a bit louder than she meant to, her shoulders shaking as she ducked her head and hid her face behind her arm.

She raised her mug again in a clumsy little toast, nearly knocking it against the table.

"Here'sh to shurviving another year!" she declared, her blue eyes shining brightly. "And to the neksht year being..." her nose wrinkled a bit as she searched for the right words, "um...lesh terrifying. Or at leasht terrifying in a fun way! Oh! And to not dying again!"

With a little too much confidence, she quaffed a generous mouthful, only to cough into her sleeve and laugh at herself a heartbeat later. As she burst into giggles again, she rested her chin against her hand as if the world had become delightfully unsteady.
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