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A straight sword as black as the night. It once belonged to a thief who roamed the benighted streets.
A heavy notebook filled with musical scores. Though suffering from moth damage and heavy wear-and-tear, there is still much power to be found among the hand-written words within.
A sharp crimson polearm that was once a gladiator's priceless treasure. Its awl has been stained by the blood of countless beasts and men.
A ritual vessel passed down amongst the Meztli. They say that this was once a treasure much-valued, yet never used, by the hero "Giant" Tupac.
A greatsword that dazzles like the rising sun. It has witnessed the extinguishing and rekindling of innumerable suns.
One of a paired set of scepters fashioned from obsidian. Legend has it that these staves grant the right to lead the people of the desert, but no retainer now lives who can verify the proper appearance of these regalia.
A pitch-black longsword that thirsts for violence and conflict. It is said that this weapon can cause its user to become drunk on the red wine of slaughter.
A stage prop once used by a past "Great Magician." Its final secret was that it was also a weapon beyond the pale.
A "firewood staff" that was once used in ancient and long-lost rituals.
A sword that blazes with a fierce violet light. The name "Reforged" comes from it having been broken once before.
A ceremonial hunting bow that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
A jade polearm made by the archons, capable of slaying ancient beasts.
A caduceus symbolizing the glory of alchemy, made from special alloys to match its special status. It is exceedingly rigid and heavy, and would probably hurt pretty bad if used as a cudgel.
A bow as lovely as any bard's lyre, its arrows pierce the heart like a lamenting sigh.
A blade custom made for a famed samurai who could strike down a tengu warrior, known for their incredible agility, in midair.
A sword made from materials that do not belong in this world. The power within might even be able to withstand the corruption of a venom that could corrode a mighty dragon.
An exotic long-bladed rapier that somehow found its way into Liyue via foreign traders. It is light, agile, and sharp.
A dully gilded catalyst secretly guarded in the Blackcliff Forge. It seems to glow with the very light from the sky.
A standard-issue longsword of the Knights of Favonius. When you're armed with this agile and sharp weapon, channeling the power of the elements has never been so easy!
A longbow that was a gift from the Shogun. Eternal lightning crackles all around it.
This was originally a device used by researchers to observe and perform calculations on celestial phenomena. It serves as a conduit and catalyst.
A blade custom made for a famed samurai who could strike down a tengu warrior, known for their incredible agility, in midair.
A sharp blade with extravagant carvings that somehow does not compromise on durability and sharpness. It roars like a lion as it cuts through the air.
A dull, golden pearl made of an unknown substance that harbors the light of the sun and the moon and pulses with a warm strength.
A sturdy sheet of iron that may be powerful enough to break apart mountains if wielded with enough willpower.
Beneath its rusty exterior is a lavishly decorated thin blade. It swings as swiftly as the wind.
A claymore that symbolizes the pride of Dvalin soaring through the skies. When swung, it emits a deep hum as the full force of Dvalin's command of the sky and the wind is unleashed.
A greatbow that symbolizes Dvalin's affiliation with the Anemo Archon. The sound of the bow firing is music to the Anemo Archon's ears. It contains the power of the sky and wind within.
A sword that once shone like the sun. The wielder of this sword will be blessed with a "feel-good" buff. The reflective material on the blade has long worn off.
A bow, despite the name. After countless experiments and improvements to the design, the creator of the ultimate slingshot found himself to have made what was actually a bow.
A polearm made in the style of the Knights of Favonius. Its shaft is straight, and its tip flows lightly like the wind.
A ceremonial sword that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
A bow painted the color of transgression and nights of illusion.
A secret tome that belonged to the scholars of the Knights of Favonius. It describes the logic and power of elements and matter.
A polearm decorated with an entwining golden dragon. Light and sharp, this weapon may very well kill dragons with ease.
An ancient greatsword discovered in the Blackcliff Forge. It swings with such an immense force that one feels it could cut straight through reality itself.
A sturdy sheet of iron that may be powerful enough to break apart mountains if wielded with enough willpower.
A cloud atlas symbolizing Dvalin and his former master, the Anemo Archon. It details the winds and clouds of the northern regions and contains the powers of the sky and wind.
A polearm as straight as a flag pole. Well suited to most combat situations, it has an imposing presence when swung.
A rare weapon whose origin is the ancient ocean. One can hear the sound of the ageless waves as one swings it.
A hunter's music consists of but two sounds: the twang of the bowstring and the whoosh of soaring arrows.
A standard-issue weapon of the Millelith soldiers. It has a sturdy shaft and sharp spearhead. It's a reliable weapon.
A catalyst carved out of the hard jade from Jueyun Karst north of Liyue. Small, light, and durable, it is known more colloquially as the "jade ball."
A spear created from the fang of a dragon. It is oddly warm to the touch.
A lovely warbow made from seashells and coral. A mournful brilliance flows along its moonlight-colored arms.
A standard-issue recurve bow of the Knights of Favonius. Only the best archers can unleash its full potential.
An exotic sword with one section of the blade left blunt. It made its way into Liyue via the hands of foreign traders. Incredibly powerful in the hands of someone who knows how to use it.
A fluorescent greatsword with no sharp edge that crushes enemies with brute force and raw power.
A precious bow made of platinum, inlaid with an orb that shimmers with the light of eventide.
A heavy ceremonial sword of the Knights of Favonius. It channels elemental power easily and is highly destructive.
A dim black glaze pearl that is said to have the power to read the purity of one's heart.
Capable of driving away evil spirits and wicked people alike, this edgeless claymore seems to possess divine might.
The sword of a knight that symbolizes the restored honor of Dvalin. The blessings of the Anemo Archon rest on the fuller of the blade, imbuing the sword with the powers of the sky and the wind.
A rather special oil-paper umbrella. While long wanderings may make one used to the wind and the rain, there might be some fun in admiring a rainy scene beneath this parasol.
A national treasure of Byakuyakoku stored in the Dainichi Mikoshi. With the coming of the Serpent God, this item was used to notarize great oaths and wishes.
A bow that once served as an extraordinary instrument. It is no longer capable of getting people up and dancing.
A cloud atlas symbolizing Dvalin and his former master, the Anemo Archon. It details the winds and clouds of the northern regions and contains the powers of the sky and wind.
A polearm made in the style of the Knights of Favonius. Its shaft is straight, and its tip flows lightly like the wind.
Beneath its rusty exterior is a lavishly decorated thin blade. It swings as swiftly as the wind.
A completely rusted iron greatbow. The average person would lack the strength to even lift it, let alone fire it.
In the distant past, this was the beloved spear of a famed Inazuman bandit.
This famed blade was born in a nation to the far north. But in the name of "Isshin," it was stained with many a dark deed on its home-bound journey.
A polearm as straight as a flag pole. Well suited to most combat situations, it has an imposing presence when swung.
A pure green hunting bow. This once belonged to a certain hunter whose home was the forest.
A graceful and elegant greatsword that is decorated with flowers and ribbons.
Youthful dreams and the thrill of adventure. If this isn't enough, then make it up with valiance.
A weapon you obtained from an Aranara tale. It has taken on the shape of a blade that can cut down the foes of the forest.
A sturdy sheet of iron that may be powerful enough to break apart mountains if wielded with enough willpower.
Youthful dreams and the thrill of adventure. If this isn't enough, then make it up with valiance.
An exotic weapon with an extremely long blade on the top and a crescent blade at the bottom. It found its way into Liyue through foreign traders. With practice, it can deal heavy damage.
Good Night and Sleep Well
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The dim light outlines the dust tracks, As a young girl mumbles sweetly in her sleep. A silent figure appears behind her. "Well, well, well, you're cuter without those glasses — I knew it." The guitarist stares at her sleeping face, muttering to herself: "Good night, the genius girl that worries a lot."
Time Waits for No One
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She had spent many days next to the window. Flowers were blooming outside when she made gentle medicines with mint and nepeta. Rain was falling outside when she made strong medicines with mosla and ginger. Leaves were falling outside when she made sour medicines with peony roots and dry plums. And snow was falling outside when she made bitter medicines with skullcaps and anemarrhena. Time flows endlessly, but this window and the person sitting next to it remain forever the same.
But the Battle Isn't Over
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"Remember, the war with the monsters cannot be won by retreating." "We are the last defense, the final iron wall between them and Belobog..." "We cannot retreat under any circumstances!" She looks up to see the frozen earth and endless winter ahead. Business as usual. Only that... the figure at which she had been gazing is gone.
Fermata
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The phonograph record is being played, spinning nonstop. Even the sounds of all those hoarse shrieks cannot escape the heatwave and are dampened by its tepidity. She seemed unprepared and utterly enthralled by the fascinating melodies: It started with sincerity and anticipation... ...followed by a passionate catharsis... ...with one climax after another... ...until the record's spinning came to a final stop and those hoarse shrieks were no longer audible. "Mission accomplished."
The Seriousness of Breakfast
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Though the table is set... Some people want a cup of tea first. Some people want to take a picture first. Some people want to read the newspaper first. Some people want to write a page in their notebook first. Some people want to play on their phone first. "All of you, eat while the food is hot!"
Before the Tutorial Mission Starts
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How much longer until the action starts? You have the nerve to ask a question like that... is something wrong with the new recruit? No. Elio didn't choose her because she was good at field work, but she has to at least survive this rookie assignment. She's cruising. Then I'm relieved. It seems that Bladie has proved to be a reliable operative as well. ...
Meshing Cogs
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A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "Harmony is achieved when everyone does their bit amidst the clunking of machines."
Cruising in the Stellar Sea
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Coursing 'tween the sea of stars, THEY cruise with the speed of a rainbow's chromatic flash. A journey of hunting undying abominations, collecting cures and miracles, and seeking deliverance. Akin to a vow unbroken, THEIR voyage will be, ad infinitum.
Moment of Victory
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"If you want to cry after your loss, Gepard, then cry." "But you need to stand back up even when you are crying, until you can defeat me... Even if it takes years." A few years later, the boy no longer cried or lost to his sister. Now on the battle field, the courageous Silvermane Guard captain will defend till the end no matter what — all to find the moment to completely destroy the enemy.
Under the Blue Sky
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Under the blue sky, fields of wheat were dancing. The young girl was carefully weaving a flower wreath, for her most beloved little sister. That was when they were still the same height. That was when they shared the same smile.
A Secret Vow
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The boy would always make sure that his gloves and elbow guards were in good shape before leaving. He treasured his gloves more than anything because they were tight enough to hide secrets. With this layer of protection, no one could see the bandages on his hand and the wound beneath them. He would be treated as if he was normal, and he would be greeted just like everyone else. That was all he asked for.
On the Fall of an Aeon
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It began with a flash of light. One by one, THEY fell as the threat of expiration loomed over THEM. THEY had to stop self-replicating and rushed to embrace each other, trying to offer the right to reproduce in exchange for a possibility of survival. THEY held hands in a show of unprecedented unity. ...But the Paths met an abrupt end, and THEY were headed to a true death.
An Instant Before A Gaze
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He once heard a ballad, singing in praise of that sliver of light: Rose blooms, to answer THEIR smile. Dawn shines, to illuminate THEIR visage. Melody plays, to banish THEIR fatigue. But, light, once gone, never returns. Yet, he still gallops to the far beyond. All that is needed is to wait for, to believe in, and to preach about everything that is of the Beauty in this cosmos. Even if everything is but a fleeting instant before a gaze, he has already found the answer he sought.
Memories of the Past
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An old photo lies on the far end of the table in the guardian's residence. She would always subconsciously move her eyes away whenever she happened to see it. The memories of the past had already become distant, but the dreams of today still linger.
Make the World Clamor
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She stood on the stage, waving at her audience, encouraging them to make their voice heard. Songs, shouts, or laments — anything that makes a sound. Voice your thoughts, so others can come to help. "Don't make your heart as cold as this concrete jungle." — Make the world clamor.
River Flows in Spring
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The young boy took a short break from his sword practice. The sunlight was baking his already heated neck. He slowly got into the water, whose coldness touched his bare feet. When the bell chimes and birds tweet, even the people far away would know that springtime had arrived.
Day One of My New Life
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"So happy I got to see Pom-Pom in new clothes today! I like it~" "Today's my birthday! I'm still as cute as ever." "Today, I finally finally finally have a junior! Isn't that right, Trailblazer?" We click the shutter many times without thinking. Do we do that to capture the happiness at that moment? Or to capture ourselves at that moment?
Void
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A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "He stared into the void, hanging high like the dark sun at the end of all matter, or a mouth that answered all questions. It said: ███ █ ███ ██ The answer couldn't be expressed in any human language, but could be understood by all."
Planetary Rendezvous
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She had no idea what to expect when she first started out on this journey. All she knew was that she could at long last be rid of the judgmental eyes and petty bickering of her family. She felt she finally understood what the poet was trying to say. "One day, we would grow wings and forget what it was like to walk." The light in her eyes became the glittering stars.
Warmth Shortens Cold Nights
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Lighting a light, she glanced at her friend beside her while holding a mug of warm chocolate. Watching her read the books and notes she gifted her. Watching her expressing a rare smile. In cold nights like this, even the tiniest bit of bliss can chase away the chills.
Resolution Shines As Pearls of Sweat
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The limelight cast on the boxing ring is bright, but no brighter than all those beads of sweat running down his back. He has long been determined to use his two fists to protect those he cherishes the most. After all, they are the ones who ignited his determination in the first place. They are the ones who have always been there for him, be it inside or outside the boxing ring.
The Birth of the Self
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In the beginning, it had the exact same pose as the previous portrait. Looking at the face identical to hers, she was convinced that this was not her. "Impossible. How can two portraits be exactly the same?" She tweaked its joints, opened its eyes, and made its fingers softer. She looked happy when all the changes were done. "Completely different from yesterday. This is more like who I am today."
Geniuses' Repose
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She pointed at that green rice cake. "The experiment has ended. Time to take a break. I just can't miss this freshly made dessert." She saw the puppet girl frowning in deep thought. "Well, in your current body, you can only look but not eat. I'll make you a box of new ones when the time comes." She saw the mechanical aristocrat hesitating at his own cup. "Don't worry. It's only machine oil. Perfectly safe for you to consume."
Dance! Dance! Dance!
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"Why couldn't Hook do a spinning dance move, just like how Clara does?" She clenched her tiny fists and pouted her cute lips, her chubby little face looking redder than ever under her signature felt hat. "Please, Mr. Svarog, can you please help Hook with this?" Without saying any words, Mr. Svarog began to hold out his robotic arm. "I'm g—gonna be sick!!! Put me down now! Please!"
Return to Darkness
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Even though her sister was close by her side, she could hear nothing. The only thing audible was the voice in the depths of her heart, which only grew louder by the minute. "Big sis's body is cold." "Big sis's body is not moving." A violent surge of fury irrevocably overwhelmed her so much that she didn't even find the time to clear her mind, or to remember this crucial yet neglected fact... "Big sis's body has been cold like this for a very long time."
Post-Op Conversation
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"You're awake... Thank you." "You... saved my life, Natasha. The one who should be saying thanks... is me." "No, I should be thanking you... for holding on until I finished the surgery." The doctor and patient smiled wearily at each other and said nothing more.
River Flows in Spring
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The young boy took a short break from his sword practice. The sunlight was baking his already heated neck. He slowly got into the water, whose coldness touched his bare feet. When the bell chimes and birds tweet, even the people far away would know that springtime had arrived.
Past and Future
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The wings of the paper kite in her hands were broken, brutally reminding her of her beloved's tragic passing. She kneeled next to the fire of war, eyes full of sorrow. "If you are the only one left to do this, then our sacrifice would..." Gunfire raged on, painting the sky red without dampening its majesty. She looked up at the sky, eyes full of fury.
Hidden Shadow
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A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "The Nihility might find us, but there is a non-zero chance that they might not."
Eyes of the Prey
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In reality, most prey don't realize when danger is encroaching. This one's no exception. The sniper's scope slowly centers on a man throwing banknotes stack after stack, who seems completely oblivious to his impending demise. "So that's what greed looks like. That amount is equal to several of my contracts already... No wonder someone wants him dead." As if these thoughts were broadcasted out loud, the man in the scope turns his head, looking straight into the eyes of the sniper. "I've been waiting for you. Would this much be enough for you to hear me out?"