Reminiscence: Fenrico
Impermanence Heron
Nightmare: Feilian Beringal
Story & Voice
Lore beats, character story moments, and voice lines to learn more about Qiuyuan.
Character Story
1Tempered
Those were the first words Qiuyuan heard from the old man five years ago, spoken in a hell of fire and blood. Words impossible to forget.
He called him Master, though he never knew his face. A white-bearded elder in rags, perhaps. The old man trained Qiuyuan relentlessly, taught him martial arts sharp enough to let him "see" the bamboo forest swaying in his mind.
Rumors about his master spread like mist. Some said he was the Sword Specter of Chongzhou, a butcher who left trails of corpses in his wake. Others whispered that he had once been
But Qiuyuan believed. For five years, he enjoyed countless victories, but never once bested his master.
"You said the same words five years ago, Master."
"Five years… gone in a blink."
Qiuyuan had been waiting for this day. Defeat this old man, and he could leave the bamboo forest, cross this mountain, and finally, surpass the one who had always won.
"I've taught you almost everything. But the last move, the most vital one, I'm still keeping for myself. Do you know what it is?"
"I beg for your teachings, Master."
"Then tell me, Qiuyuan, what does the bamboo forest show you?"
"Leaves like spears. Stalks hiding dangers. Shadows upon shadows, like ghosts surrounding me."
"So, the flame from five years ago is still burning in your heart."
"Isn't it also burning your heart.... Sword Specter?"
"It has been... many years since the last living soul called me by that name. Very well, I see you don't need more explanation. Now, come take the final move from me."
It was he who wrought the hell of fire and blood five years ago. It was also he who brought Qiuyuan out of that hell of fire and blood.
"With this blade, I will honor your teachings!"
The flame has never died.
2Concealed
A harsh voice reached Qiuyuan as he awoke, body aching, wounds bound. Yet within it lingered a gentleness so unlike the killing intent he had grown used to. It was then that the memory of how he came to be broken in the first place returned.
"I…"
"You killed dozens with your bare hands. Not a creative way to beg for death, I'd say."
"…I should be dead."
"Many who live deserve to die, and many who died should have lived. Such is fate."
Regret tangled in vengeance had taught Qiuyuan when to sheathe the blade. But it couldn't cleanse the hatred he had carried for five long years. The flame that couldn't be quenched by the pouring rain from five years ago is still burning vividly in his mind, just like the old man who once stood before him among the fires, with a sword in his hand.
But there had been no rain when he left the mountain. Only liquor dripping down his face and a whispering sigh.
A hatred born of blood may only be washed away by blood in return. But what comes after? No one ever knows.
He was left with no reason to raise his sword. When his opponents' weapons struck, he simply stood and let them come...
"Heh… whether you deserve life or death, I cannot say," that voice murmured. "The choice lies with you alone."
And so, Qiuyuan laid aside his blade. With only a bamboo stick in hand, he idled outside the hut as decoctions simmered on the stove, spending his days picturing the patients who came, and the stubborn middle-aged man they called Doctor Zhang.
For the first time in years, he enjoyed peace again. Since the day Doctor Zhang saved him, he could not "see" the bamboo forest of blades anymore—only pure, silent darkness, free of hatred and rage. There were sighs and tears, words of gratitude and joy, the scent of medicine, and the crackle of stove fire.
It was moments like these that made him realize he was no different from the ordinary.
"Here, take this flask. And my recipe too. You need three bowls of water for one bowl of decoction. Keep that in mind."
"…What's this?"
"My potent regimen pulled you back from death that day, but your Forte has been crippled.
This medicine restores your
"I won't. You saved me, Doctor. The least I can do is stay and take care of sundry matters for you."
"I don't think so. Bloodshed clings to your face. Your palm's lifeline is cut off. Followed by fears, haunted by distress... You are bound to die in battle, not of old age here in my hut."
"Followed by fears, haunted by distress... My master once told me the same."
"Master, you say? To have a disciple like you… He must be a tough nut."
"…Even so, Doctor, I will not take up the blade again. But I'll accept your recipe. Let me stay here. If trouble comes to this hut because of me, I'll leave."
"Well… medicine is like a blade. It all comes down to the usage and dosage. It can kill, but also save."
"Now, go open the door, Qiuyuan. Light the stove. I won't claim I'm better than you, but no one dares stir trouble under my roof. That I can guarantee."
3Unsheathed
"You've got the wrong man. Doctor, another patient is here."
Qiuyuan ignored the older man and kept tending firewood under the stove. At first, the man had merely come by to exchange idle words with Doctor Zhang. Later, he began appearing more often, spouting riddles and nonsense.
This time, though, he suddenly hurled a fist-sized iron weight at Qiuyuan. Instinct took over. Qiuyuan raised his hand and caught it against his brow without flinching.
"You're the Doctor's friend. Why treat me so?"
"You should recognize what you're holding."
The beast's head, forged from the finest steel, radiated a chill that ran down the spine. Yes, there was no mistaking it.
"The
"If you are a wanted man, I wouldn't be the one to catch you. You've left behind a trail of death. Normally, the Justice Commission would prosecute your crimes."
"Then let them do it."
"...Do you truly wish to die on the execution ground?"
"Death comes either way. What difference does it make?"
"It would be a waste of your strength."
"…"
"Blood debts are paid in blood. That is the natural order. Perhaps the noose is your end, but before then, you can at least make up for some of what you've done."
"Come with me. I can't spare you from your death penalty, but I can promise you this—you won't rot in a cell, nor waste away on a sickbed."
Qiuyuan knew the power of
"You may wield a sword for yourself, sure, but you may also raise it for the greater good. Serve Mingting, punish the wicked, shield the innocent."
"I am but a blind man. The weight of the greater good is far heavier than I can bear."
The man picked up a piece of wood and stared at the stove.
"Do you know why Doctor Zhang left Mingting?"
"…No. He never said, and I never asked."
"To heal all, rather than to heal one."
The man chucked his firewood under the stove and spoke no more.
Three days later, Qiuyuan stood with the man at the hut's door. The mountain dew of Chongzhou's deep valleys had yet to soak their straw hats. No smoke rose from the stove's chimney. Only the faint dawn light touched them.
"He must have told you why I left Mingting… Hmph.
That man from the Internal Security Agency is... like me, stubborn to a fault. But perhaps that is why he could persuade you to follow him.
The world is vast. All I can do is try my best to save more lives. But that man, Liang Dongyuan… he's the one in court who can 'save' people.
The time has arrived. Go now. Linger here too long, and you'll only scare my patients away."
The doctor patted Qiuyuan's shoulder and slipped into the hut without a backward glance, leaving him no chance to reply.
Years later, Qiuyuan would still recall that morning, prostrating on the dirt path worn smooth by countless patients.
"Thank you, Doctor. For everything."
4Shattered
Qiuyuan sat within, no different from the corrupt officials and rogues he had once cast into jail.
"Open the gate."
"B-but, Minister Lin, the execution is about to begin—"
"Open it."
The bars groaned as the cell gate slid open. A man stepped inside, bringing with him the faint aroma of food and wine.
"What now? You here to supervise the
"Forgive me, Minister… I'm only carrying out my duty."
"Very well. Then you must know that the Ministry of Sentinel Affairs is required to question every felon before their execution. Now, I must also fulfill my duty. Leave. All of you."
"As you command…"
"And lock the gate. I will summon you when I am done."
Hurried footsteps faded, leaving only the two of them within the cell.
"The execution is supposed to begin at noon, the forty-fifth minute. You're an hour and a half early."
"…Are you here to see me off, Master Lin?"
"First, drink this. A toast to his memory."
Qiuyuan rose slowly, the heavy chains dragging against the ground. He took the cup, but instead of drinking, poured the wine onto the ground—a libation for the dead.
"Sigh… Only you were there when Dongyuan met his wretched end. This is such a dire case that even the top brass are watching. With no trace left by the true culprit, the Justice Commission had no choice but to scapegoat you."
"I could not save Grandmaster Liang. That failure is mine alone."
"Do you still recall the fiend who… peeled themselves from Dongyuan's body?"
"I'll never forget their frequency, even if they were reduced to ashes."
"The Ministry scoured every record, but nowhere was there mention of a Resonator who could take on another's form and body."
"…I cannot say if some fragment of Grandmaster Liang still lingered in that moment."
"Perhaps Dongyuan was no longer himself when he sent you on that case in Jinzhou. A man so righteous would have never ordered the pursuit of a minor official who only killed Tacet Discords to protect the people."
"That is why I spared him—that man, Geshu Lin. The Grandmaster Liang I knew would never have given such an order."
"Dongyuan was never wrong about you. If you wish to know the truth behind his death, you can only begin from that case. Though I fear… you may never sort everything out."
"I have spilled more than my share of blood. But because of you, Grandmaster Liang, and Doctor Zhang, I was able to live differently, if only for a time… I could only repay such trust in another life."
The Minister moved toward the gate. His face was solemn, but his eyes held a firm reassurance.
"Dongyuan once promised that you would not end your life in a cell or on a sickbed."
"According to
"Without those writs returned, no man dares execute you."
"Therefore, Qiuyuan, remember: from now on, the path ahead is yours alone. Even if it costs you your life, you must see this case to its end. If you are to die, let it be on the road to avenging Dongyuan."
5Reforged
While Mingting remained unchanged—bustling and prosperous, his own clothes had grown tattered, worn by the dust and frost of the endless journey across Huanglong. Minister Lin from the
His master had taught him when to draw the sword and when to sheath it. Yet when he held back, everything had plunged into the abyss.
The doctor once said that a sword could both kill and save. Yet he had failed to save the one he wished to.
Fate twisted relentlessly. Everything had changed, yet somehow, nothing really changed. He still had not found the one who killed Grandmaster Liang. But he had never stopped seeking the truth.
If Minister Lin had not sent word of a lead from the
"You've come."
Through the torrential rain, a straw-hatted figure emerged from the shadow of the bridge, face hidden.
"Scar, the Fractsidus Overseer, escaped from Jinzhou's prison not long ago.
Intel places him near Septimont City in
"You could do it yourself."
"Rinascita's different. Individuals who resemble the Threnodian's Resonator have been sighted there."
"…So this reminds you of me?"
"You were the key to Dongyuan's case, and Geshu Lin is the key to your case. Since Jinzhou's
Everything on Fractsidus and Rinascita's Threnodian is in this dossier. Take this letter with my seal and start with Jinzhou. Your niece, the
Qiuyuan rarely saw this distant niece, let alone spoke to her, given the long distances between cities. All he knew was that she had become the Jinzhou
"She may not meet me."
"She will. You are family. She will believe in your words. Also… {PlayerName} is in Rinascita."
"…That {PlayerName}?"
"Yes. You may ask {Male=him;Female=her} about what happened in Jinzhou as well."
"…Understood. Give me the dossier. I'll leave at once."
Qiuyuan turned, but the figure called after him.
"Wait! Since you're back, visit Dongyuan. I know you offer incense at his grave every year."
"I'll find the clues first, then return to honor his spirit. As for that fugitive you mentioned…"
"Capture him if you can, execute him if you can't. I'll handle the Justice Commission."
"Understood."
Qiuyuan nodded, vanishing into the rain without further words.
He knew he carried the weight of unseen court intrigues. Mingting would not even formally assign someone to capture Scar. He, a lone fugitive, was entrusted to do so. Yet he didn't care. His aim was simple: uncover the truth that he had been denied.
And when that day came—when vengeance was taken, debts repaid—then what? Would that be the sheath he had been seeking?
Perhaps, with age, he would finally know.
Voice Lines
Thoughts: I
<te href=260009>Mingting</te>'s eyes are everywhere. When war broke out in <te href=850091>Jinzhou</te>, your profile was submitted to the Grand Library. Within the hour, the briefs reached me. Hm? How do I read these? It's simple: text-to-speech.
Thoughts: II
Rules bind all. Those who breach them must be held to justice, regardless of background or past merits. The <te href=260001>Internal Security Agency</te>'s work is never simple. When Grandmaster Liang led, our every action fulfilled our duty to <te href=260009>Mingting</te> and <te href=850093>Huanglong</te>'s greater good. But much has changed since...
Thoughts: III
I'm blind, but I can still "see" what's in people's hearts. Arrogance, hatred, malice, pleasure... Through my mind's eye, they take form in shifting hues and silhouettes. But I can't see yours. A rare exception. Maybe, just as she once said—you are exactly as you are.
Thoughts: IV
For all these years, I've never tasted defeat. Being blind hasn't dulled me. In fact, it sharpens my focus on swordplay. If the opportunity arises, I'd welcome a duel with you.
Thoughts: V
I once wielded this sword only for myself. Then, I drew it for the hand that saved me, and then for <te href=260009>Mingting</te>. But now, I am a drifter, my sword as aimless as my path... I can't see you, but I can feel your calling. Should you ever need, call my name. This hidden blade shall unsheathe again to defend your faith.
Qiuyuan's Hobby
Those years I stayed with Master Zhang, I cooked for his patients. Each meal was carefully crafted for their individual need. Beyond those, I know a few spicier dishes from Chongzhou. Whether they suit you, that, I cannot say.
Qiuyuan's Trouble
Agents of the <te href=260001>Internal Security Agency</te> work from a list—names to arrest, names to eliminate. It's all there. Now, only two names remain on mine: the Fractsidus operative who murdered the man who saved my life, and Geshu Lin. Blood debts are paid in blood. That's the natural order. Until my blade ends them, my mission will never end.
Favorite Food
Years ago, I'd just wrapped up a case in Yuezhou and had to rush back to <te href=260009>Mingting</te> overnight. I was exhausted and famished when I stumbled into a diner by the roadside. A bowl of rice, braised pork, a bottle of rice wine. A humble meal, yet nothing has ever filled me like that night.
Disliked Food
<te href=260009>Mingting</te> has a certain... drink. Greenish-gray, with a smell you don't forget. Trust me, you don't want to find out how it tastes...
Ideals
Ideals, wishes... those things mean little to someone who lies down each night unsure if tomorrow comes. So I see no point in dwelling on them. All I know is I can't die yet. Not before I've had my revenge, not before I've fulfilled my duty. What happens after that... I'll leave that to fate to decide.
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Chat: I
This is not wine. It's medicine. I was on death's door in Chongzhou when Master Zhang saved me with this potent regimen. But it came at a cost. Ever since then, I've relied on it to "see" with my mind. It sharpens perception but brings the risk of madness. Most people aren't worth my blade, though. For them, this bamboo stick will do.
Chat: II
Curious about my past? Heh... if that's what you want, I've no intention to hide. But maybe we should talk over a good pot of wine.
About Sanhua
My master once told me some of my ancestors moved from Chongzhou to the borderlands. Sanhua comes from that branch of lineage. Like me, her only interest used to be swordplay. But now, it seems she's found a purpose for her blade in <te href=850091>Jinzhou</te>'s <te href=850084>Magistrate</te>. I'm glad for her.
About Changli
In <te href=260009>Mingting</te>, people like me rarely got the chance to meet the high-ups—and understandably so. We only show up where there's trouble. As for her, all I know is that ever since she stepped down as Secretary-General, no one's been able to truly fill her place.
About Jiyan
Across the troops under <te href=850093>Huanglong</te>'s <te href=260010>Ministry of War</te>, you'd find no one other than him competent enough to earn the title of General at such a young age. I heard he used to be a medic before joining the <te href=850086>Midnight Rangers</te>... He's saving lives, one way or another.
About Scar
My knowledge of him only comes from the files. If we ever crossed blades, he wouldn't last three rounds without backup. Though <te href=260009>Mingting</te> brushed him aside like any other Fractsidus criminal, people in <te href=850091>Jinzhou</te> would scour the earth for him. Given the gravity of his crime, he's only asking to meet his end.
About Himself
Many tried to erase me because they wished to smother the truth. They wouldn't hesitate to murder anyone connected to me, just to bury the cases they're involved in... So, for my and everyone's best interests, the fewer people who know about me, the better.
Birthday Wishes
Happy birthday. As your path unfolds, more will join you on your journey. The world is like an inn we stay briefly before we set off on our destinations. Perhaps I'm just another passenger in your story, but on this special day, allow me to share this temporary shelter with you.
Idle: I
(Effort sound)
Idle: II
(Effort sound)
Idle: III
(Effort sound)
Self-Introduction
Qiuyuan, a blade drawn at your word. Wield me as you will.
Greeting
Name the target. I'll take care of the rest.
Join Team: I
A blade is honed to strike.
Join Team: II
Let us proceed.
Join Team: III
Leave the dangers to me.
Ascension: I
Clarity within, precision without. You've learned this well.
Ascension: II
A chance given is a future rewritten.
Ascension: III
A sharp sword is honed on whetstones, clashing blades, and shattered armor, then tempered in the fire of life. Even if it breaks, it must remain sharp.
Ascension: IV
Since you've come this far, why not cross blades with mightier foes and test your mettle?
Ascension: V
In my younger days, all I cared about was keeping my blade sharp. It once felt weightless in my hand. But now, with the lives I've touched and choices I carry, my blade seems to grow heavier with each swing. My skill never falters, but something has changed...
Basic Attack: I
Step forth.
Basic Attack: II
Off with you.
Basic Attack: III
Answer my call.
Basic Attack: IV
Stars realigned.
Heavy Attack: I
Fall.
Heavy Attack: II
Vanish.
Heavy Attack: III
Break like bamboo.
Resonance Skill: I
Next.
Resonance Skill: II
Winds howling.
Resonance Skill: III
I hear you.
Resonance Skill: IV
I move as the blade.
Resonance Skill: V
Rise.
Resonance Skill: VI
Slash.
Resonance Skill: VII
No escape.
Resonance Skill: VIII
Blend into the woods.
Resonance Skill: IX
Found you.
Resonance Skill: X
Surrender.
Resonance Liberation: I
Your life, is mine to take.
Resonance Liberation: II
Mandate calls, judgement falls.
Resonance Liberation: III
One strike, to settle it all.
Intro Skill
What sleeps within bamboo.
Dodge
Too slow.
Counterattack
A flawed stance.
Dodge Counter
Break.
Hit: I
Did I mishear?
Hit: II
Retreat to gain ground.
Injured: I
Nothing that won't heal.
Injured: II
Interesting.
Injured: III
Feints demand restraint.
Fallen: I
I'll repay your trust... in another life.
Fallen: II
The winds... settled.
Fallen: III
I see... darkness.
Echo Summon
Behold this blade.
Echo Transform
Constant in change.
Enemies Near
Let's not linger.
Glider
Into the wind.
Sensor
I hear it.
Dash: I
Onward.
Dash: II
Can you keep up?
Supply Chest: I
You may keep it.
Supply Chest: II
Good.
Supply Chest: III
If you insist.