Uploaded January 2023 | Updated September 2026, 4 days ago
This footage is for archival purposes. Feel free to use it.
Chapter 1: 00:00
Chapter 2: 06:26
Chapter 3: 12:56
Chapter 4: 19:00
Battle: 25:19
Character Story: Reborn Swordmaster
This is the story of two people who surpassed fate.
It was a warm and peaceful time, like rays of light peeking
through the clouds after a long rain. The two of them finally
earned a new life—one innocent and pure, and filled with
limitless possibilities.
Weapon Story: Pure Lotus IV
A cage surrounds me. Walls stop me. My vision is occluded
by black. I wander the dark, not knowing the way nor my
destination. Only my feelings stand out amidst the inky gloom.
I am made to realize I have stopped wanting. My heart was
once spurred on by something long ago, but what?
I have forgotten; I don't even realize I have done so.
The paralyzing dark melds into my cavernous heart.
My perception and senses warp; my emotions lie languid.
I am akin to but a husk, but I feel a sense of relief nevertheless.
That day, I break through the mud and see a white flower in
bloom. It is far, far too bright, and before I know it, I feel
tears rolling down my cheeks at the sight of it reaching
toward the light.
This footage is for archival purposes. Feel free to use it.
Chapter 1: 00:00
Chapter 2: 06:26
Chapter 3: 12:56
Chapter 4: 19:00
Battle: 25:19
Character Story: Reborn Swordmaster
This is the story of two people who surpassed fate.
It was a warm and peaceful time, like rays of light peeking
through the clouds after a long rain. The two of them finally
earned a new life—one innocent and pure, and filled with
limitless possibilities.
Weapon Story: Pure Lotus IV
A cage surrounds me. Walls stop me. My vision is occluded
by black. I wander the dark, not knowing the way nor my
destination. Only my feelings stand out amidst the inky gloom.
I am made to realize I have stopped wanting. My heart was
once spurred on by something long ago, but what?
I have forgotten; I don't even realize I have done so.
The paralyzing dark melds into my cavernous heart.
My perception and senses warp; my emotions lie languid.
I am akin to but a husk, but I feel a sense of relief nevertheless.
That day, I break through the mud and see a white flower in
bloom. It is far, far too bright, and before I know it, I feel
tears rolling down my cheeks at the sight of it reaching
toward the light.










