Kiyabu Hisao

#ph Combat Order: Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 200/200 | EN: 42/43 [-2] | DMG: 7| MIT:42 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1 Oscar | HP: 865/960 [+53 -63] | EN: 81/128 [+4 -15] | DMG: 26 | MIT:212 | ACC:6 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:53 | REC: 4 | HLY: 16 | BLI: 32/-20 | LD:8 [Os3,Ki0]The Forgotten King | HP: 1998/3000 [-422] | DMG: 275 | MIT: 100 | ACC: 3 > MAIN ACTION: Gathering ID241423 LD: 9 Nothing!

#ph Combat Order: Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 200/200 | EN: 42/43 [-2] | DMG: 7| MIT:42 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1 Oscar | HP: 875/960 [+53 -63] | EN: 92/128 [+4 -18 -8] | DMG: 26 | MIT:212 | ACC:6 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:53 | REC: 4 | HLY: 16 | BLI: 32/-20 | LD:8 [Os2,Ki0]The Forgotten King | HP: 2288/3000 [-422] | DMG: 275 | MIT: 100 | ACC: 3 > MAIN ACTION: Gathering ID241420 LD: 6 Nothing!

The cavern was dimly lit, shadows dancing along the jagged walls as Kiyabu crouched down to retrieve the glowing gem nestled beneath his foot. The gem pulsed with a soft luminescence, casting a gentle light that illuminated his fingers as he picked it up. For a moment, he admired its beauty, its vibrant hue a stark contrast to the dark, foreboding environment around him. But his thoughts quickly returned to the task at hand as he heard Oscar's voice across the ruined arena. Oscar, standing a moderate distance away, was the perfect picture of calm amidst the chaos. Despite the intensity of

The atmosphere in the arena was electric, charged with tension and the echoes of combat. The boss they faced was unlike anything Kiyabu had ever seen before. Towering and ferocious, the Forgotten Time King was a formidable adversary, its presence alone exuding an aura of malevolence. Even the field boss of Floor Five, which Kiyabu had thought insurmountable at the time, paled in comparison to this monstrous entity. Kiyabu's heart pounded in his chest as he replayed the events that had just unfolded. The battle had been fierce from the start, and despite his preparations, he found himself

While waiting near the warp crystal, Kiyabu could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, a familiar companion in the moments leading up to a formidable challenge. This wasn't his first encounter with a boss wielding a health bar that dwarfed his own; memories of his clash with Terra Firma on the sandy dunes of Floor 5 flooded back, a reminder of the trials he had faced and overcome. The anticipation was a heady mix of excitement and trepidation, a prelude to the battle that awaited. As Kiyabu stood poised, the ethereal glow of the warp crystal shimmered, announcing the arrival of

Even though Kiyabu had steeled himself for the inevitable counterattack, anticipating the swift retribution that would follow his own strike, the reality of the assault still caught him off guard. His instincts were keen, his reflexes sharp, but sometimes the unpredictability of battle held the upper hand. The next attack came with a force that was both unexpected and overwhelming, a testament to the prowess of their opponents. The blow struck Kiyabu's body with the weight of a hammer, driving the air from his lungs and leaving him momentarily stunned. Pain radiated from the point of impa

Kiyabu sat staring at the character panel with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The server-wide tournament was the talk of the community, And he had been thrilled to make it through the first two rounds. However, the competition was only going to get tougher. As he glanced at the leaderboard, Kiyabu saw the names that sent a shiver down his spine—veteran players with reputations for being instrumental on the frontlines. He knew he needed to up his game significantly if he wanted to stand a chance against them. His current skills and gear, Which had served him well so far, were sim

After making such a grandiose entrance with his partner Acanthus, the echoes of their striking performance still resonating in the arena, Kiyabu shifted his focus to the task at hand. The energy in the air was electric, the anticipation palpable as the crowd settled into an expectant hush. The dazzling display of ice and fire had set the stage, but now it was time for the real test: the combat that would unfold between the two teams of duos. Kiyabu's senses sharpened, his mind a whirl of strategy and instinct as he prepared for the fray. The arena, once a realm of elegance and artistry, t

Before setting foot on this sacred ground for the double duel, Kiyabu took a moment to turn his attention to his partner for this match, Acanthus. The air was thick with anticipation, the grand cathedral buzzing with the energy of an eager audience. "Let's give them a grand display~!" He murmured to her, his voice a delicate whisper that carried the weight of excitement and determination. He extended his hand towards her, a silent invitation for her to grasp tightly, sealing their partnership as they prepared to take the stage. As Acanthus clasped his hand, the signal was given for the fa

“Yes, I'm sure about my decision to surrender this match to you.” Kiyabu reiterated, his voice steady and unwavering as he confirmed his choice. The weight of the decision settled comfortably on his shoulders as he extended his hand toward Night, an olive branch and acknowledgment of her victory. As their hands met in the middle, a silent understanding passed between them—a recognition of the skill and determination each had brought to the arena. “Even though I put up a good fight, it wasn't enough to beat you in terms of experience.” Kiyabu conceded, his tone tinged with both humility an

With his health partially restored by the healing potion, Kiyabu felt a newfound sense of vigor, though it was tempered by the awareness that the battle was still far from over. He turned his gaze back to Night, whose relentless determination was undiminished. Her eyes were locked onto him with a focus that was both impressive and intimidating. Without hesitation, she closed the distance between them in a blur of motion, her intent clear and unyielding. "Shit!" The exclamation slipped from Kiyabu’s lips as he realized, too late, that Night had found a vulnerability in his defense—an overl

Knowing that his chance of victory was slim from the outset, Kiyabu was acutely aware that every moment in this high-stakes match was precious. The odds had been stacked against him, yet he had managed to create a fleeting opportunity through quick thinking and strategic play. He understood that this was not just a battle of strength and skill but also one of endurance and resourcefulness. Thus, instead of risking another immediate strike against Night, he chose a different path—a tactical decision that could potentially turn the tide in his favor. As the cloud of coughing powder envelope

When Night finally snapped back to the present, the shift was palpable. The oppressive weight of her greatsword lifted from Kiyabu's chest, allowing him to draw a full breath for the first time since the intense confrontation had begun. Relief washed over him, mingling with the residual adrenaline that still coursed through his veins. Recognizing the opportunity, Kiyabu scrambled to his feet, his movements quick but cautious, as though wary of awakening Night's battle trance once more. He made his way to his dagger, its familiar weight reassuring in his hand. The weapon had become an exte

Even though Kiyabu's feint had been executed with precision, catching Night momentarily off guard, it quickly became apparent that she was not a warrior to be easily subdued. Her response was swift and fierce, an explosive counterattack that seemed to draw from a wellspring of sheer ferocity. Night moved like a tempest, her greatsword a blur of steel as she unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes that forced Kiyabu onto the defensive. Despite Kiyabu's agility, He found himself struggling to keep up with the intensity of Night's assault. Her attacks were unyielding, each swing of her gre

Though his fearsome combination granted a moment of reprieve, Kiyabu wouldn't waste this chance with words. As the gaze through his mask showed resolve and respect for her, Before taking notice of a faint shimmer. That was an indication of a passive healing skill activating on its own. “I've always been told, I'm quick on the uptake..” Kiyabu stated in agreement, While taking this opportunity to move in for another flurry of strikes. In that fleeting moment, a heartbeat suspended in time, Kiyabu propelled himself forward with unyielding determination, closing the gap between himself and N

Just as Kiyabu had regained his composure, the relentless Night did not spare him a moment's respite. She was a force of nature, a whirlwind of shadows and steel, and as she charged towards him with her greatsword poised for another devastating strike, Kiyabu's instincts kicked in. His senses sharpened, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he anticipated her move. The greatsword swung towards him with terrifying speed and precision, a blur of metal slicing through the air. But Kiyabu's reflexes, honed through countless battles and rigorous training, served him well. With a nimbleness

On his side of the arena, Kiyabu stood with his back straight, his dark, wiry hair catching the faint glow of sunlight as he adjusted his grip on the dagger in his hand. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the expanse of the arena. Mentally cataloging the terrain and his opponent, a figure somewhat more adept at combat than himself. Stood across from him, her greatsword resting casually on her shoulder. Kiyabu’s breath was steady, his heart pounding faintly in his chest as he waited for the signal to begin. He knew the odds were against him. He was out geared, Out Skilled and perhaps even

Whilst waiting for the cue to enter through his assigned gate, Kiyabu heard Minako begin her announcement of the two combatants. As she started with him first, Which felt oddly embarrassing. Because the announcer outed his self-proclaimed title of Phantom-striker. Which was originally created with humorous intent, But Kiyabu couldn't dwell on that for long. ‘At least, I'll be wearing my mask..’ He murmured with an embarrassed look on his face, Which was hidden beneath the mask. As Kiyabu approached the stage, his heart pounded with a mix of excitement and anticipation. The crowd's murmurs

Even if I get stomped, It'll be worth the experience and who knows.. I might get lucky. (Signing Up)

Kiyabu knelt in the patch of wildflowers, feeling the weight of disappointment settle on his shoulders. Despite his best efforts, his search for medicinal herbs had yielded little more than a handful of common weeds. Each failed attempt chipped away at his enthusiasm, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps luck had simply turned its back on him today. Just as he was about to resign himself to a fruitless afternoon, a flicker of movement caught his eye. He glanced up and spotted Perlita, the playful little sea otter darting around the foliage like a brown-and-white whirlwind. She peeked

Kiyabu's initial search for the elusive wildflowers had proven fruitless, much to his disappointment. However, the young adventurer was not one to be easily discouraged. As he heard the news of his new friend, Dean, succeeding in his hunt for medicinal herbs, Kiyabu couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. After all, they were in this quest together, and he had hoped they would all find what they needed. Yet, Kiyabu quickly pushed those feelings aside, remembering that this was not a competition, but a collaborative effort. His warm, gentle smile betrayed a maturity beyond his years as he

Whilst listening attentively to her words, Kiyabu had a look of surprise on his face. When it was revealed, That she didn't have flocks of players coming to her bakery. “I'm genuinely surprised, That only three or four people have come to your bakery.. Even when the baked goods are this delicious, I might visit your shop more often to hopefully drive up business..” As Kiyabu had a warm smile on his face, While Ciela took this opportunity to paint a vivid picture of the two stores. Overlooking the vast, Yet serene view of the twenty-second floor lake. He could faintly imagine this tantalising v

Whilst pulling back quickly, Kiyabu witnessed Terra Firma burrowing underneath the sandy terrain once again. As the boss locked onto its next target, Which happened to be their high level party leader Wulfrin. Who took the piercing bite of this boss head-on like a unit. “Looks like it's finally over.” After those words left his lips, Kiyabu reached a hand up to the mask. As he unequipped it. “Nicely done, Wulfrin!” While giving some words of praise, A notification popped with a congratulatory message from Abdullah. On their success in defeating Terra Firma. “Wait.. How did he know?” He found t

After successfully delivering two critical stabs between the hardened scales of Terra Firma, It became apparent that the boss had shifted its focus to him. “Shit..!” Because Kiyabu had succeeded in exploiting the <Weak Spot> He had effectively taken aggro from Wulfrin, But that wasn't all. As he also met the conditions, For the activation of <Assault Mode>. “Come on.. Come on..” With Terra Firma burrowing underneath the shifting sands, He needed to tread carefully. While trying to notice any subtle change in the sandy terrain, Kiyabu heard Wulfrin's words. “I don't doubt it, That I

Hearing that Ciela had mentioned his name to her husband albeit briefly, Kiyabu felt a tad embarrassed. “After completing that quest, It became a reality check.. That I needed to go out and get stronger, Because I can't keep hiding away from this <Death Game> while others are fighting for their lives.. As for the gear department, If you know any tailors.. I'll definitely give them a visit, But if you don't know any.. I might have to become my own tailor..” As a hearty chuckle escaped his lips. “Though, I will take you up on the offer for an upgraded dagger.. But that can wait for now, Un