For Records, they will not autoplay but still loop like the main story to prevent spoilers.
The video at the top is in English for narration and the video at the bottom is in Japanese. Both use different channel uploaders just in case something happens to the other channel.
If you would like to instead read a summary of the event, you can below.
A small, remote village sits nestled in the face of a steep cliff. And in it, there once lived
a young girl. She always sulked as she watched the village children playing outside her window. She wasn't sick. Instead, she had a mark on her leg that made her different. Her parents told her to hide the mark. If she did not, they would not allow her to go outside. But the mark was a part of her. Each time they told her to hide it, it was like they were asking her to deny her very being.
The girl hated the thought of hiding it, and the more they told her to, the harder she resisted. She and her parents had been having this fight for several long years now...
The girl was locked in her house so others would not see the mark on her leg. Unable to contain her discontent, she decided to disobey her parents and sneak out of the house.
She ran through the village like hell itself was pursuing her, but when she crested a hill, she found someone was already waiting there. It was a warrior with flowing white hair. She sat quietly on a boulder, her swords stuck into the ground nearby. Her pale skin was crisscrossed with wounds, as though she had just finished a battle. But it was the warrior's left side that truly drew the girl's attention. It was covered by bandages that had slipped to expose a patch of inky black skin. Skin that looked like a larger version of her own birthmark. She's just like me, thought the girl. Suddenly, she felt a deep ache to be like this woman, a person who did not even flinch when someone stared at her mark. "I want to be like you," said the girl. As the woman turned to look at the girl, her gaze fell on her leg. A curious mixture of sadness and anger flitted across her face like a wraith in the dark.
"There's nothing good in a life like mine."
This said, the warrior turned away from the girl as if she had never noticed her in the first place. She then tightened her bandages and walked away.
After parting ways with the warrior on the hill, the girl returned home. As she made her way to her parents' room to tell them what happened, she heard whispered voices from the other side of the door.
"We've caused her so much pain by telling her to hide her birthmark like that."
"But we did it for the right reasons. You know what would happen if people saw that and thought she was possessed!"
My parents are actually worried about me.
"Possessed." When she heard that word, the girl recalled a conversation she had with her parents when she was but a child.
It was a story of a warrior who had been cursed by a Shade and turned into a monster. And about how horribly she had been treated in this very village. The girl remembered the mixed emotions on the face of the woman she met earlier. She had lived through things the girl could not even imagine. Feeling ashamed for imposing her own desires on the warrior, she began to think about the hidden meaning behind the woman's expression.
To the girl, the mark on her leg was a part of her. And her parents accepted that. But if the other villagers saw it, terrible things would surely come to pass. And not just to her, but to her parents as well. Caught between her parents' love and her own pride, the girl was in anguish.
Soon thereafter, she began hiding her mark. In so doing, she hoped to acknowledge the love her parents had blessed her with. But though she disguised her birthmark with bandages, she refused to hide the wrapped leg. In this way, she hoped to mirror the pride of the warrior. The girl stands at the top of the hill, bathed in sunlight. Looking out, she makes a firm resolution: Once she is as strong as the warrior... Once her parents no longer have to fear for her safety... She will remove her bandages and walk the world as she was meant to. As the girl gazes over the plains, reflected in those eyes is the sky that leads to her future.
This record event was directly linked to the NieR Replicant crossover event.
As it included characters and weapons from prior entries, those are featured below!
This event also included the
"Patriotic"
costume series (though it only consists of Argo).
- Soulful Lad -
- Weapon Type: Spear -
A young man on a journey to save his sister, Yonah, who is afflicted by a disease called the Black Scrawl.
Traveling with a talking book named Grimoire Weiss, a foul-mouthed woman named Kainé, and a stout-hearted lad named Emil, the group has overcome countless ordeals and forged bonds of unshakeable trust.
The young man cares deeply for his friends and would do anything to save those he cherishes. Anything.
Main outfit.
I make money doing small jobs for the villagers here.
We don't have parents, so this has been our life for as long as I can remember. But we still have some happy times—in fact, Yonah was cured of her sickness five years ago today! I'm so glad she's healthy now. Maybe one day, she'll meet someone and...
Actually, I haven't seen Yonah around for a while.
...What? She went to find ingredients for a stew!?
Noooooo! Why didn't you stop her, Emil!?
The meaning of life. Ecstasy for all. Delight.
Such things exist only at the end of the fight with the Shades.
This is why I kill them. I kill, and I kill, and I kill.
I will kill them all so I might live alone in this empty world in all of the tomorrows to come.
Flowers bloom at my feet, white and beautiful.
I feel I've seen them before, but can't remember where.
Yet my heart clenches. It remembers for me.
- The Aerie Warrior -
- Weapon Type: 1H Sword -
A silver-haired woman who lives in a remote village called The Aerie. The left side of her body is possessed by a Shade, and she wears her distinctive outfit in order to keep its encroachment in check.
Her foul mouth and crude personality were greatly influenced by her grandmother, who also gave her a hairpin made from a legendary Lunar Tear, which she cherishes dearly.
Main outfit.
Pick your damn jaw up off the floor already. You really that shocked I'm wearing something new?
...Heh. Shoulda known you'd say that. I don't need to wear those clothes anymore now that the damn Shade is gone.
Grandma actually used to wear this when she was young. I'm seeing someone important today, and well... I hope he likes it, I guess.
- Puzzling Oddity -
- Weapon Type: Staff -
A strange creature that looks like a floating skeleton. He used to be a handsome young boy who lived in a manor, but was transformed into his current shape while trying to save his sister.
Specializing in magical attacks, he can also live on as just a head, and has even been known to hop about and hold conversations in this form.
Main outfit.
Hey! You like my new clothes? Preeetty nice, right?
Yeah, I tried going for a sorta fancy look 'cause we're heading out on the town today. I mean, it's just the tavern in Seafront, but...
Huh? WHAAAT!? N-no! What are you even talking about, Kainé!? This isn't a d-d-d-date!
See on the right a list of notable weapons associated with this crossover event!
Some additional weapons related to past entries but not necessarily this event are also included.
How long has it been? What month is it? What day? I counted for a while after taking on this form, but now I have long since forgotten.
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I'm sure the administrators would give me the time, down to the second, if I ask. But that would accomplish nothing, because they won't tell me many years I must yet wait.
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Time taunts me as it passes with no sign of improvement. How long must I wait here alone? With each tick of the clock, the embers of my doubt spark into a blaze of anger.
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Everything broke. The plan was a failure. Promises were empty. I can't trust anyone anymore. The only way to save my sister is by acting on my own. We'll live together again—just like we used to.
Once, there were three lords called the Knight of Power, the Knight of Wisdom, and the Knight of Heart. They each ruled a third of the kingdom, but one — the Knight of Heart — was rather ordinary.
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Due to his affability and trustworthiness, the Heart's subjects relied on him. But he was troubled by two things in particular: why he was chosen to lead, and the meaning of "heart."
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The Knight of Power was valiant. The Knight of Wisdom was wise. So why did the king name him the Knight of Heart? No matter how hard he thought, he never came to a satisfying answer.
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He thought about the meaning of "heart" as he basked in the king's lust upon the bed. Though he never noticed his true intentions, the knight still gave the king his entire being.
Once upon a time, a very young king ruled over his kingdom. His clever ministers took care of the day-to-day affairs, so all the king had to do was sit on the throne and smile. Still, he had three wishes he wanted to come true.
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The first of his wishes was to grow up quickly. He'd always felt powerless because of his youth, and wanted to become an adult so both his own people and other countries might acknowledge him as a leader of worth.
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His second wish was to create a country where his people always felt safe. His beloved father, the late king, had shared this dream, and he was determined to make it happen.
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His last wish was to kill all of his ministers, who had murdered his father for their own gain. He smiled as he thought about this — and about how he would make the wish come true the moment was grown.
Once, in a kingdom far away, there were three laws imposed on the people by the royal family. Violating a law would result in harsh punishments or even death, but most citizens still praised them.
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The first law was "Do not steal." This obviously included theft and burglary, but also life—and once there was even a dispute as to whether "stealing one's heart" counted.
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The second law was "Do not harm another's reputation." Though it seemed a kindly law, it was actually enacted to avoid damaging the dignity of the kingdom through language or insult.
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The third law was a secret, which the people loved, for they felt it made everyone more considerate. Alas, no one realized it was done simply so the royal family could execute whomever they wished.
One day, I was taken to the castle to serve as the king's double. Life with my dearest family was stolen from me, but in return I was granted a royal existence in a prospering nation.
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Months later, I stole away with food and money and secretly returned to my family — but all I found in my house were rotting corpses. Enraged, I returned and pressed the king for answers.
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The king informed me he had my family killed to keep my work as his double a secret — at which point I grabbed a spear and plunged it into his face. "Now I am king!" I cried as the deed was done.
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The next day, I went to the throne room to find the king alive and well. So did I kill the double? No, I am the double! But then, who is he? Who is the real king? Who...am I?
When a faraway kingdom celebrated the birthday of their first prince, one knight gave him a taxidermied mythical bird whose wings shone like moonlight — a creature said to grant immortality.
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The knight worried for the sickly prince, and prayed the bird might grant him long life. But the prince returned the gift, saying to the knight, "You deserve a long life. Not I."
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Not long after, the knight died in battle. As his consciousness faded into the long dark, he realized the stuffed bird was
nothingmore than a pretty decoration.
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Years passed. The prince became king and a fine leader, and the stuffed bird sat in his chambers. Whenever he looked at it, the kind knight came to life in his heart, and thus was he immortal after all.
She battled.
Her attacks, blunt like a fist, rained down on her enemies until one of her swords finally snapped.
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She suffered.
She was in pain; her corrupt body on display.
She was in pain; her memories eating at her heart.
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She realized.
Once she learned both revenge and pain were meaningless, she closed her eyes and sought small happiness in a dream.
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Yet she continued to fight.
Even though she knew it accomplished nothing.
She thought of nothing but swinging her swords as she wandered through the darkness.
Word spread of a blade with the power of immortality, but none who sought it ever returned. One day, I caught wind of soldiers heading to the ruins where it was said to rest, so I went along.
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We slipped through tricks and traps, and finally found a lone guardian at the deepest level. Defeating the guardian would earn you the sword, but losing would mean certain death.
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A sword struck the guardian down, but it soon rose again, for it had gained the power of immortality from the sword. One soldier after another fell, and I finally turned tail and ran for my life.
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Turns out the guardian is a long-dead king who destroyed his own country while searching for the sword, then claimed its power to prevent others from doing the same. I pray he is successful...
This power is for stopping my sister.
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This set of words is for calming Weiss.
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This magic is for saving Kainé.
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This ___ is for loving ___.
One day, a group of young men came to an all-knowing sorcerer. They were all smitten with the most beautiful woman in town, and each asked him how they could make her his lover.
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The sorcerer said, "You will clean my house, forage for herbs, and run 1,000 laps through town. I will teach whomever returns first a spell to infatuate the woman."
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The trial was bitter work, and the men soon realized that was the point. For the sorcerer wanted them to rely on their own capabilities, not his magic.
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But when the men returned to thank the sorcerer, they found him with the woman of their dreams, having bewitched her with a potion he made from the herbs they gathered.
Long ago, there was a court chef who was close friends with the uncle of the older sister to the shop owner whose main branch was next to the instrument store that made the bard's lyre.
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The chef made whimsical cho voir-style zolgoi where the thulsorza was boiled for three days and three nights similar to Buffonne-style toltaffin dumplings garnished with otinuls vi laconte.
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The queen said it tasted like sludge from the root of the tree in the center of the forest at the base of the mountain as seen from the best views at the castle at the edge of the field.
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The chef despaired at losing the queen's favor and took a halberd and pierced his own throat and the queen was sad because she meant to compliment him but it was too late so she kept eating.