Chapter 17 Closing

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[ Yudil​ ]

- ​​​Pilfering Boor -
- Weapon Type: 2H Sword -

In a kingdom surrounded by sand and sea resides a boy who makes a living as a thief. His skills in skullduggery are excellent, and he has the strength to wield a greatsword despite his thin frame.

Though his overconfident attitude often invites disaster and causes friends to abandon him, his fellow thieves acknowledge his superior technique, as well as his unusual attachment to his targets. Having established a hideout on the outskirts of the city, in recent days he has made a habit of venturing toward the palace in the middle of the city, his eyes fixed firmly on a most magnificent prize.

Primary Costume

Primary Costume

Main Outfit.

Divine Boor

Divine Boor

I can't stop.
I can't turn back now.
For there is only sand that will swallow you whole.

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If only I could see her again.
If only I could see her smile.
Trivial, immutable wishes that sink silently to the bottom of the sea.

Phantasmal Boor

Phantasmal Boor

The sword I carry at my hip slices through the air, seeking unseen evil. I move from city to city, traveling wherever wind and whim take me.

Whenever I find evil, I cut it down without hesitation — even if it means I must one day dispose of someone I love.

Though others chide me for being selfish, my conviction never wavers. For I have chosen this life: the life of a samurai.

New Year's Boor

New Year's Boor

(S)o close, yet I cannot reach
(A)nd my tears are as dry as the sand
(N)o miracle greater than the morning sun
(D)eath may come for me, sudden and swift
(S)uch is the price I pray for that smile

Guardian Boor

Guardian Boor

Yu13:0 - Pure Guardian

In all turns of his life, he lives in sin. In a life lived upon rocky seas, upon sand-chafed lands, he chooses to survive by dirtying his own hands.

But perhaps his heart is as smooth and pure as silk. He lives life following his wants, choosing to drown himself in the brilliant darkness of his own avarice.

Abyssal Boor

Abyssal Boor

"I will get the princess to smile, no matter what."
For what? Just steal what you need.
"Shut up! You know nothing! Once I set my heart on a thing, I will pursue my prey to the furthest edge of the desert."
That treasure is too good for you. Leave it be.
"I obey myself alone. I let no one else bind me."
Yet you don't see how such bindings tighten around your neck.

Abstract Boor

Abstract Boor

Faster than an arrow.
More precise than clockwork.
I pilfer the fruit I desire and add it to my feast.
I cling to the people, towns, and sand before me.

Why, you ask?
Because I have lost my past.

Celebratory Boor

Celebratory Boor

That is a stupid question, and my answer is, "I'm not interested."
It's easier to get by if you don't think about things like that.
You'd get it if you lived here.

[ ​Ceremonial Scimitar​ ]

In a desert kingdom filled with goods from far-off lands and the scent of exotic spices, a young thief spins a false tale of adventure to the kingdom's greatest treasure: their princess.
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The thief has finally begun to stir the princess's heart, the passing sun and moon the sole witnesses to their rendezvous. And when he receives an omen of death, he dismisses it as folly.
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He spins the tale of what made him a thief.
Of the girl he couldn't save. Then a slave, he vowed he would never be stolen from again. It moves the princess greatly, and the two make a secret vow.
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Having stolen the princess, the thief runs through the city beneath the moonlight. They are so close to the sea — so close to freedom. Yet multiple omens of death pierce the thief's body at last.

Primary Weapon

A means to an end.

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