| Age | 63 |
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| Height | 162 cm |
| Race | Human |
| Hobbies | Magic tricks |
| Likes | His daughter's smile |
| Dislikes | His daughter's frown |
Granblue Fantasy Theater Known as the Sage of the Sword, Aletheia is an unmatched user of both the sword and the staff, but his persistence drives him to improve his abilities even now. Witnessing him brandish a radiant holy sword is enough strike fear into the hearts of his foes, but he's also something of a sly old fox, and is prone to shirking responsibility. His worldwide renown as a sage may give him a god-like reputation, but seeing him think about his long estranged family would easily convince anyone of his humanity. |
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Official Profile
| Age | 63歳 |
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| Height | 162cm |
| Race | ヒューマン |
| Hobbies | 手品 |
| Likes | 愛娘の笑顔 |
| Dislikes | 愛娘の悲しい顔 |
Granblue Fantasy Theater 剣の賢者と呼ばれる旅の老剣士。 剣術、魔術ともに達人級だが、探究心はとどまることを知らず、年老いた今もなお腕を磨き続ける。 輝く聖剣を構える姿は、近づく事さえ躊躇われる程の威圧感で敵を圧倒する。 老獪にのらりくらりと面倒事を回避する一面も。 知らぬものがいない程、名の知れた賢者ではあるのだが、離別して久しいかつての家族を想う姿はどこまでも人間らしい。 |
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Background
Events
Trivia
- Aletheia has character banter with his daughter Teena when paired in battle.
- He is Lucius's father.
- He has the same Charge Attack as Lucius.
- The voice actor of Aletheia, Chikao Ohtsuka, passed away from ischemic heart failure at the age of 85 on January 15, 2015.
Etymology
- "Aletheia", written ἀλήθεια in Greek, means "truth" or literally, the "state of not being hidden".
Special Cutscenes
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Congratulations, (Captain). Heard it was your birthday. |
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Happy birthday, (Captain). It's a delight to be able to see your growth from so close by. |
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Oh, (Captain)! I'm sorry for calling you out without much fair warning. |
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Hrgh! Hah! |
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Hehehe... |
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Ah, (Captain). I received some chocolate from Teena again this year. |
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Urgh, well this is no good. Can't think of anything... |
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(Captain). Will you accompany me to the shop? |
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Ah, (Captain). Good timing. Care to take a gander? |
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I've practiced a number of new magic tricks for today, (Captain). Would you care to take a look? |
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(Captain), you too? Come to pester me about some kinda gift? |
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Whew. Everyone's finally gone home. |
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Fate Episodes
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The Veteran Sage
One by one the challengers fall before (Captain). A wizened old man watching the proceedings expresses interest in (Captain)'s future. The man turns out to be Aletheia, the Sage of the Sword.
Vyrn: Yeesh. Another challenger. How many is that now?
Vyrn: It seems like there's been an endless line of them ever since (Captain) got that sword.
Challenger: Hey there, youngster! How 'bout I fight you for that sword!
Vyrn: They just keep coming... Hey! Why do you want this sword so bad anyway?
Challenger: What? You guys seriously don't know what that sword's worth?
Vyrn: What? You mean this old thing? How much could it possibly be worth?
Challenger: That sword was carried by Aletheia, the Sage of the Sword! And you don't even know that?
Challenger: Every person worth their salt is after that sword! They wanna prove that they have what it takes to be a hero!
Challenger: Now fight!
Vyrn: Wow! Sounds like the sword's really something! You want a fight? You got it! Right, (Captain)?
And so (Captain) crosses blades with challenger after challenger, battling for the right to wield the sage's sword.
An elderly man watches (Captain) with keen interest, fascinated by the skill with which the captain swings the sage's blade.
Old Timer: Ha-ha! You put on quite the show. You clearly have more skills than your limited years would suggest.
Vyrn: Now wait just a minute. You're next? But you're so old!
Old Timer: And you're so noisy. Now pay attention, and you might learn something, lizard.
Old Timer: Lesson one: never underestimate your elders. For a great oak like me, cutting down a sapling could hardly be called a challenge.
Vyrn: You know, something tells me you're not a run-of-the-mill old dude.
Old Timer: Ha-ha! That's no way to talk to the elderly! And I have no intention of fighting.
Old Timer: But I must say that you handle that sword quite well. Enough to impress even me!
Vyrn: Glad to hear it. So you know a thing or two about this sword, do you?
Old Timer: Indeed. A great deal more than you, I'd wager.
Vyrn: For real? So can you tell us what all the guys coming after it meant about having what it takes to be a hero?
Old Timer: Well, the sword has one ringer of a name, there's no doubt about that...
Old Timer: But, you know, time really does turn the smallest of guppies into the most monstrous of whales.
The old man quietly begins his tale. He speaks of a time long past, when the sword was a certain man's constant companion.
The wisdom and strength he acquired over his long journey saved countless people from monsters of all sorts.
His deeds spanned the ages, tales of him spread like wildfire, and he soon came to be praised as the Sage of the Sword.
Vyrn: Wow! The sword of the sage... That's pretty amazing!
Old Timer: And now my old friend travels with you. That's an interesting tale in and of itself, I'd bet.
Vyrn: Hm? Wait just a second! So you're the sage himself? Seriously?
Aletheia: Ha-ha! My dear lizard. Seems you've got yourself some brains in that tiny head of yours.
Vyrn: Dude! Really? You're the sage?
Aletheia: Well, some have certainly called me that.
Aletheia: (Captain)... I'm most interested in seeing the path you take as the holder of the sword.
Vyrn: No way! What're you gonna do, (Captain)?
Choose: I'm not worthy.
Aletheia: Try to have a little faith in yourself. I'm sure my sword's in good hands!
Choose: I'll show you what a true hero looks like!
Aletheia: Ha-ha!
That's the spirit! Now let's see if you can back up that boast!
Continue 1Aletheia: Now that that's decided, let's not linger here.
Aletheia: I look forward to seeing just how far you can go with that blade.
Vyrn: Okay! You better show the sage what you can do while his eyes still work, eh, (Captain)?
Aletheia: Watch it, lizard. I'm still plenty young enough to run merry circles around the likes of you!
Aletheia: If you think otherwise, why not wager that sword and have a little fight?
The old man finds himself smiling at the sight of the sword in (Captain)'s hand as he remembers when he himself used to hold it.
The old man joins the crew, eager to be there to see (Captain) leave his name in the annals of history.
The Ersatz Sage
(Captain) and company arrive at a village where they hear that someone calling himself Aletheia is up to no good. (Captain) and Vyrn are angry, but Aletheia laughs it off as a common occurrence. Suddenly monsters appear and attack the villagers.
(Captain) and company find themselves in a remote village.
They soon hear some nasty rumors about someone pretending to be the sage Aletheia.
Vyrn: The sage Aletheia is here! What kind of stupid rumor is that?
Aletheia: Ha-ha! Don't be so mean, little lizard!
Aletheia: It's nothing to pay any heed to. This happens all the time.
Vyrn: There's nothing little about me! And I'm no lizard!
Vyrn: Don't the rumors bother you?
Aletheia: Rumors are interesting things... They grow as they travel, getting more and more exaggerated...
Aletheia: And one day they develop into full-fledged legends.
Vyrn: Oh, is that so? But didn't you hear the rumors going around this island?
Aletheia: Ha-ha! Sure I did, and they're amusing to say the least!
Aletheia: You know, it seems like I hear rumors about things I supposedly did everywhere I go...
Aletheia: But to be spoken so badly of is quite rare, even for me!
Vyrn: How can you laugh at a time like this? They're calling you greedy and wicked!
Aletheia: It's nothing to worry about. The impostor will expose himself soon enough. Besides, look...
Villager: Aahh! Somebody help!
Monster: Groar!
Aletheia: A villager is being attacked. This isn't the sort of crew that just stands around and lets that happen, right?
Vyrn: Of course! (Captain)! Let's go help!
The Ersatz Sage: Scene 2
The villagers fear the so-called sage as well as the monsters that started appearing when he showed up. Their distrust for him increases due to his demands for money to defeat the monsters and abandonment of those who can't pay.
Villager: Thank you! I thought that was it for me!
Aletheia: Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you're safe.
Aletheia: Still, do monsters often pop up in this village?
Villager: No, it was peaceful here until recently...
Aletheia: Indeed. This certainly doesn't look like the sort of village where monsters could just take up residence easily.
Villager: As soon as the sage started living in the temple on the outskirts of the village, we suddenly had a monster problem.
According to the villagers, monsters started appearing as soon as the man calling himself the sage showed up.
The man apparently demands money for defeating the monsters and ruthlessly forsakes those who can't pay.
Aletheia: The imposter sounds every bit as greedy and wicked as the rumors suggest.
Vyrn: How dare he call himself a sage. No sage would ever demand money to help people!
Vyrn: That dirty faker! I'm gonna tell him exactly what I think of money-grubbing sage wannabes!
Aletheia: Ha-ha! There's that mouth of yours again, lizard. You should be more like (Captain)!
Aletheia: Perhaps it'd be wise to visit the outskirts and see what the villagers are talking about.
Vyrn: What? This place seems weird. I can almost smell the monsters hiding here...
Aletheia: Ha-ha! Your senses are sharp at least, lizard!
Vyrn: This isn't a laughing matter! (Captain)! Are you ready? Let's go!
The Ersatz Sage: Scene 3
The Aletheia impostor appears before (Captain) and company after their victory. When the crew exposes him, he responds by sending another threat their way.
Vyrn: Ugh... Talk about a tough fight! You okay, (Captain)?
A strange man suddenly moves between the monster and (Captain).
Aletheia: The action just never stops! Might you be the sage we heard talk of in the village?
Fake Sage: Indeed! I am the great sage Aletheia! Rest assured that I'll deal with your little monster dilemma!
Fake Sage: But alas, I cannot do it for free. A man needs to know that he's appreciated, you see...
Aletheia: Well, it's good to know we have a hunter we can count on! Still, about that bit regarding appreciation...
Vyrn: Hey, old man! Let's cut the small talk and get to the part where we beat up this impostor!
Aletheia: Sigh... Such a hasty little lizard. It's quite hard to keep up sometimes.
Fake Sage: Impostor? Your lizard should mind its forked tongue.
Vyrn: Tough talk coming from a sage who smells just like the monsters we've been fighting.
Fake Sage: Hmm... For a lizard, you've got a good nose on you.
Fake Sage: But I can't be bothered to explain myself. Far easier just to feed you to some monsters.
Aletheia: With a temper like that, how do you ever expect to make anything of yourself?
Fake Sage: Enough of your prattle, old man! Prepare to face your end!
Vyrn: Ha! If you think this can stop us, you're clearly not much of a sage! Do it, (Captain)!
The Ersatz Sage: Scene 4
(Captain) and company demonstrate Aletheia's true strength and achieve victory. With the evil deeds of the fake sage exposed, peace returns to the village.
Vyrn: You see that? That was true power! (Captain) would never lose to an impostor like you!
Fake Sage: I-impossible... How could I lose to some kid and a geezer?
Fake Sage: Who are you people?
Aletheia: I have no intention of telling some small-time crook like you.
Vyrn: You're in the presence of the skyfarer captain (Captain) and the real sage Aletheia!
Vyrn: What are you waiting for? Kneel!
Fake Sage: What? The sage... Aletheia? T-true power? Tch...
Vyrn: We knew what you were up to from the beginning. How's defeat taste, genius?
Aletheia: There's my lizard. Just a few words too many. Anyway...
Aletheia: I think it's about time for you to give back everything you took from the villagers to hunt your own little army of monsters.
Vyrn: I hope you learned your lesson about pretending to be a sage!
Thanks to (Captain), the faker's wickedness is exposed, and peace returns to the village.
With this, the sage's name is cleared, and another page is added to his legend.
Reverence for an Old Sage
After completing a monster extermination request, (Captain), Aletheia, and the crew visit a local restaurant where they encounter both Yodarha and Yngwie. After a few drinks, Yngwie suggests that the three engage in a duel for old time's sake. This leads them to reminisce about their initial meeting many years past.
(Captain) and the crew visit a certain town by way of a monster extermination request.
After a long, hard day's work, the crew are greeted upon their return with pleasant smells wafting from among the buildings in town.
Lyria: Mmm, something smells so nice! And now my tummy's starting to rumble...
Aletheia: The sun is beginning to wane. I would say that now is as good a time as any to stop by one of the watering holes.
Vyrn: I'm down for that. Seems like there are a ton of places around here for some delicious grub. Let's go, (Captain)!
Aletheia: That's right. There's a place around here that does a pretty mean steak. How's that sound?
(Captain) is plenty hungry as well, nodding at Aletheia's proposal. The crew follows him to the shop in question.
No version of Yodarha in crew
The crew enters the shop and spots a familiar face seated near the entrance.
Yodarha: Hm? Well look who it is! Ain't I just lucky!
The man laughs as if he has nary a care in the world. His name is Yodarha, a swordsman of old renowned for many heroic deeds.
Yodarha and the crew have had the occasional chance meetings in the past, and have worked together to overcome a number of trials.
Vyrn: Long time no see, old man! Oh, and you've got someone with ya...
Any version of Yodarha is a crew member
The crew enter the shop and spot one of their comrades seated near the entrance.
Yodarha: A-hyuk-hyuk... Now this here's a mighty coincidence. If it ain't (Captain), and Aletheia too!
Lyria: Oh, hello, Yodarha! And with you is...
Continue 1Yngwie: Hey there. Oh, that's right. You all had a monster-hunting job today, didn't you?
Yngwie: You deserve to take a load off. Grab a seat with us, why don't ya?
No version of Yngwie in crew
The man beckons toward (Captain) and the crew with a smile. He is a legendary skyfarer known as Yngwie.
He once served as the leader of a large skyfaring crew known as the Debonair Daredevils. Their exploits took them to the farthest reaches of the skies.
He travels now with (Captain) and the crew in the pursuit of a rather personal end.
Vyrn: You sure we won't be interrupting you both? It looks like you were having a really great time.
Yodarha: What? Perish the thought! The more the merrier, I say!
Yodarha: You too, Aletheia! Join us for a pint, will ya! This is the good stuff.
Aletheia: Oh, is it now? I suppose I've got no choice but to take your word for it. It will be good to get off of these old feet too.
Aletheia: Pull up a seat, all of you, and get to orderin'!
Lyria: Hehe, let's eat up a storm, (Captain)!
The table is soon overflowing with a bounty of food and drink.
Grasping a bottle of liquor by the neck, Yngwie engages in some lighthearted jabber as his body sways back and forth.
Yngwie: Hoo... Now this is some good meat. I can practically feel the strength returnin' to me.
Yngwie: I just had a brilliant idea. Whaddya say to a bit of a spar, right here and now? I feel like I'm on fire!
Aletheia: Gwahaha, I reckon all that liquor served as the kindling. I'd say you ought to take it easy, friend.
Aletheia: We're fresh off of a rather tough job ourselves. My back is achin', and I'd rather allow it some time to rest.
Yodarha: It'd be a cryin' shame to let all this grub go cold too. I'll pass.
Yngwie: Meh, what a buncha boring old geezers.
Vyrn: Now where have I heard this talk before? It seems like every time you ol' chums get together, you just wanna fight.
Yodarha: A-hyuk-hyuk... Well that's just how it's always been between us—rivals from the day we met!
Yodarha: The first time we ever crossed swords, the whole island shook like this, I'll have you know!
Lyria: Huh, really?
Vyrn: Oh yeah, wasn't there like, a landslide or somethin' last time you all fought together?
Choose: That can't possibly be true.
Yngwie: Hah, I assure you that it is.
Yngwie: I saw it with my own two eyes after all was said and done.
Yngwie: Why don't you tell 'em, Aletheia? All about those good ol' days?
Choose: I can picture that.
Yodarha: Not even battin' an eye, eh? I'm honored that you would think so highly of our skills.
Yodarha: Whaddya say, Aletheia? Care to regale 'em about times of yore?
Continue 2Aletheia: Gwahaha... Wasn't much more than a spurt of youthful energy, but why not...
Aletheia: I suppose if they want to lend an ear, it'd at least make for an interesting tale.
Aletheia: And I suspect I'll be doing a lot more of this old man yarning from here on, so I best get some practice in.
Aletheia closes his eyes. His head drifts skyward as he begins to recall nostalgic days of old.
Aletheia: Long ago, before I even met my wife, I was but a simple traveler.
Aletheia: You could say that I had a bit more of a knack for the sword than most others.
Aletheia: I would travel around the islands, helping folks in need as a way to further hone my skills with the blade.
Aletheia: Whew... Gentlemen, why do you turn your blades on a lone traveler? Who has put you up to this?
Mercenary 1: Hehe, no hard feelings, man. It's just that our boss doesn't want any ol' nobody doing whatever he pleases on our turf.
Mercenary 2: Maybe you should've asked us first, before you went around eliminating a buncha monsters on our property, Mr. Lone Traveler.
Aletheia: Ah yes, the monster elimination request from the village the other day.
Aletheia: I'm not sure I see the problem, however. Is there something wrong with my getting rid of a few troublesome monsters?
Mercenary 1: Yep, you bet there is. Getting rid of the monsters near that village is our job, so your doing it is the problem.
Mercenary 1: Because you see, it's a guaranteed bit of regular work and coin for us.
Mercenary 2: We earned the right to do the job, and you just waltzed on in to do it in our stead.
Mercenary 2: So now our boss isn't gettin' the pay he's been promised. Seeing the issue now, my man?
Aletheia: So that's how it is! I did think that the size of the herd I encountered was quite unusual for a forest of that size.
Aletheia: I dare say that your boss has something to do with that?
Mercenary 1: Well aren't you sharp? You know that we can't just let you go now, yeah?
Aletheia: I bet the extra money you squeeze out of the villages goes a long way toward gradually turning your little band of mercenaries into a more capable force.
Aletheia: Thinking about it, I've been running into a lot of twisted folks recently...
Mercenary 1: You done thinking? Good, because now we can make sure you never say any of it out loud again—
Mercenary 1: Guah!
Mercenary 2: H-huh? With just one strike?
Aletheia: Seriously... No matter where I go, there are always those who oppress the weak.
Aletheia: I've no intention of remaining here for very long.
Aletheia: So I'm afraid I have no choice but to take care of all of you here and now.
Aletheia points the tip of his blade at the mercenaries.
Their eyes widen in surprise.
Mercenary 2: What, you mean to tell me you go around the islands helping people like some kind of damn hero?
Mercenary 2: Wait, you couldn't possibly be that Sage of the Sword?
Aletheia: Who I am or what I do is neither here nor there. Do you think that changes anything right now?
Mercenary 2: Hmph... Yeah, you're right. Makes no difference to me if you're some sage or whatever!
Mercenary 2: I'm gonna make sure we off you for our sakes. Get him, you lot!
The mercenaries rush at Aletheia at this command.
The Sage of the Sword makes short work of the entire unit.
Aletheia: Phew, and with that, I think it is about time I make off toward the next island.
Aletheia: I should get back to the ship before word somehow reaches their boss's ears.
???: Hehehe, not so fast now! Care for one more bout?
Aletheia: Hm, who's there!
Feeling an ominous presence from behind, Aletheia swiftly turns about-face, sword at the ready.
His prospective opponent smiles as he brandishes his own blade.
Reverence for an Old Sage: Scene 2
Aletheia tells the crew about his past. One day, he would meet a young Yodarha, who challenges him to a duel after sensing his immense strength. Aletheia is hesitant at first, but agrees to fight. After countless grueling hours of combat, Aletheia decides to utilize a special skill, the power of which causes the surrounding area to collapse in a landslide.
Though he has made short work of a villainous mercenary unit, Aletheia is soon challenged to a duel by a mysterious young man.
The Sage of the Sword can sense an acute murderous intent from the glint of the assailant's blade.
Aletheia: And who do you serve, good sir? Have you also been sent by this lot's boss?
The challenger tilts his head in confusion.
Yodarha: No, I take orders from no one. I am but a simple traveler in search of one strong enough to put up a good fight.
Yodarha: So when I heard that a swordsman known both far and wide had made an appearance on this fair island, I knew what I had to do.
Yodarha: Won't you show me what you are capable of, Aletheia the swordsman? Nay, shall I say the Sage of the Sword?
Aletheia: Sage of the Sword... I suppose you heard that from those rascals, eh?
Yodarha: Hehehe! You act as if you are unaware! Not one to bask in the fame and glory much, I see!
Yodarha: People are talking, you know. How you show up, take down the bad guys, and then disappear without so much as a reward...
Yodarha: Countless people call you their hero, but countless others have developed a real bone to pick with ya...
Yodarha: Just like a wise sage to ignore all of that, I suppose.
Aletheia: Sigh... Wish someone would have asked me before giving me such a troublesome nickname...
Aletheia: It will surely become a hindrance in this journey of betterment if my reputation spreads any farther.
Yodarha: Hehehe! Well aren't you ever the pure and humble one? Too much purity can be poisonous too, you know. Every fish needs some kind of gunk in the pool to survive!
Yodarha: Anyways, I'm out here training too, and there's no way I can let a chance like this pass me by. Will you face me?
Aletheia: You speak the truth. It would be quite the wasted opportunity.
Aletheia: So yes, I will lend you a little bit of my time. Let's get this over with before anyone else comes along, shall we?
Yodarha: Hehehe! How long do you think you can keep up the cool and casual act?
A furious duel erupts upon the vast, grassy expanse.
Yodarha: Hehehe! Sticking to defense, eh? No matter—I can strike you a thousand, two thousand times, and my blade would still not dull!
Aletheia: Are you sure you can afford the energy to continue the inane babble? I can read you like an open book.
Aletheia: (Hm, his slashes come fast and from every which way. Is this wild style a way that he chooses to make up for his small stature?)
Aletheia: (I won't be winning this battle with speed, but perhaps with a broader range of attack...)
Yodarha: Oho, magic and swordplay? I would expect no less from a sage!
Yodarha: Unfortunately, I only know how to use a sword. But I'll be taking it from here!
Their duel has eclipsed three days and three nights. Neither of the men have gotten a wink of sleep.
Aletheia: I've got you!
Yodarha: So you think!
The brilliance of their swordplay overtakes the colorfulness of their banter.
One side was bound to give sooner or later.
Yodarha: ...!
Tch, now this is quite irritating...
Tch, now this is quite irritating...
Aletheia: (Hm, it would seem that your stance has betrayed you at last. The ground beneath your feet has become uneven.)
Aletheia: (I'm sorry, but I cannot afford to pass this chance up.)
Aletheia: I'm ending this!
Aletheia: Swordsweep!
Yodarha: This technique!
Aletheia moves to take advantage of an opening in Yodarha's defense. The Harvin manages to dodge the attack by a hair's width.
Aletheia's sword becomes planted into the ground.
Immediately following this, the ground tremors and a great reverberation rings out.
Aletheia: Hm... Perhaps my force was a bit much.
Yodarha: Don't just stand there, you fool! Let's get outta here!
The two jump out of harm's way.
They watch the ground below slip away as the sound of a landslide echoes throughout the surroundings.
Yodarha: Well that's certainly the first time I've seen that happen before! No other swordsman'll ever believe me when I tell 'em this!
Aletheia: Sigh... I can only speculate as to how many more pursuers I may have to shake off.
Aletheia: Perhaps you could not tell anyone else of this? It would really help me to be able to continue my training in peace.
Yodarha: Hehehe... I can't tell if you really want your peace and quiet, or if you're just a prideful one at heart.
Yodarha: I suppose we should call it quits here for now—let the rivalry flourish again some other time.
Yodarha: I thank you heartily for the duel. You should also consider splitting before any big bad authorities show up.
Yodarha sheathes his sword and turns to leave.
Aletheia gazes on as the man's backside diminishes into the horizon.
Aletheia: Good sir, please wait. Surely you don't mean to leave me behind to deal with this mess?
Aletheia: I can fix the soil with my magic, but would you at least help me with the fallen trees?
Yodarha: Hahahaha! Are you sure you should be sticking around to worry about that? Your reputation's only going to continue to grow, you know!
Yodarha: Oh, but I suppose it's fine. What say we split the notoriety fifty-fifty?
Yodarha lets out a deep laugh and proceeds to cut up the fallen tree trunks with his sword.
Aletheia unleashes his magic to restore the ground to the state at which they found it.
Reverence for an Old Sage: Scene 3
Aletheia uses magic to reverse the effects of the landslide, and convinces Yodarha to help clean up some uprooted trees. After Yodarha's departure, a young Yngwie appears before the Sage of the Sword before he has a chance to return to his airship. Another intense duel ends in Yngwie's defeat, but Aletheia promises to fight the boy again when he becomes stronger. Aletheia concludes his storytelling, and the three men leave the restaurant to partake in a few bouts.
Aletheia is casting all manner of spells on the surrounding ground in an effort to return it to its former state.
Having finished cutting up the felled trees, Yodarha has taken his leave ahead of Aletheia.
Aletheia: All right, that should do it. No more dallying for me either...
Aletheia: Is what I would like say... My good sir, how long are you going to simply stare at me from afar?
???: Oops! Shoulda known that I was way too close.
Aletheia: You don't look like you are one of the mercenaries from before... Your name is?
Yngwie: Name's Yngwie. Just a humble skyfarer-in-training.
Yngwie: I happened to be nearby when the earth started rumbling. Thought I'd come by to check it out.
Aletheia: Yes, from when my sword split the very terrain in two. It must have been quite alarming, and for that I am sorry.
Yngwie's eyebrows twitch at the sage's casual admission.
Yngwie: What? So that landslide... It was caused by one of your sword techniques?
Yngwie: Well, ain't that something. Would've liked to greet your opponent too while I'm at it...
Yngwie: But I'm content with a round or two against just you. What do you say?
The aura surrounding Yngwie undergoes an ominous shift. Aletheia can only let out an exasperated sigh.
Aletheia: Sigh... I've yet to fully recover from my bout with the last fellow and all of the landscaping work I've just performed...
Yngwie: C'mon now, be a good sport. Passing on a once-in-a-lifetime encounter like this would be a shame, don't you think?
Yngwie: Also, I'm sure it would be even more of a pain for you if I were to tell everyone that the great Sage of the Sword were on this very island, no?
Aletheia: Hmph, well aren't you a rascal, demanding something you believe to be owed to you.
Aletheia: Looks like I have no choice.
Aletheia: I admire your will, but I shall show you that you are much too green to be challenging me.
Yngwie: Bravo! Now this fight's definitely going into my memoirs!
Afternoon turns into evening.
Yngwie is collapsed on the soil, while Aletheia stands hands-on-knees, attempting to catch his breath.
Yngwie: Looks like... this is about all I can muster right now. Thought I could've kept going a bit longer, honestly...
Aletheia: Mm, you've put up much more of a fight than I initially thought, I'll give you that.
Aletheia: In the end, however, I'm not one to lose to a mere child.
Aletheia: Feel free to challenge me again once you've become a little less wet behind the ears.
Yngwie: Yeah, I will. You should know that I'm not the type to let a minor loss like this bring me down.
Yngwie: My journey's only just begun.
Yngwie stands up and offers a respectful bow to Aletheia.
Yngwie: I'm grateful for this duel, Sage of the Sword Aletheia.
Yngwie: I'll seek you out again, after taking in everything these skies have to offer.
Yngwie: Here's hoping you'll continue to blazon your name across the skydoms, so that I'll have an easier time finding you when the time comes.
Yngwie: Guess I'll be looking for your rival next. Till our paths cross again!
Yngwie takes off running across the plains.
Aletheia: My goodness, kids these days will say just about anything to make themselves sound all keen...
Aletheia stares off at another backside as it makes its way into the distance. Once it has disappeared, he sets off for his airship once more.
Aletheia: Yes... So that about sums up how I met these two.
Lyria: W-wow, that was quite the story! What a landslide of emotions...
Lyria: Or maybe that was me feeling that you actually did cause a landside all those years ago!
Yodarha: A-hyuk-hyuk! I can still remember how dreadful the cleanup work was!
Vyrn: It's really cool that you guys kept your promise, Aletheia and Yngwie!
Yngwie: You've got that right. And I'm glad that neither of our skills have deteriorated with age.
Aletheia: Gwahaha, they make for a fine set of memories.
Aletheia: I've felt like a fool for living in hiding all that time...
Aletheia: You know, I think I've found it much easier to just embrace it all again.
Aletheia: Donning the mantle of the Sage of the Sword once more and putting down all of the challengers rather than trying to avoid them all is a much more simple way of life.
Yodarha: A-hyuk-hyuk! With your reputation, you weren't going to be able to stay hidin' for long!
Aletheia: Well, I've never considered myself to actually be a "sage" or anything like that.
Aletheia: But the title made me stand out, and all eyes were on me while I traveled around with that treasured sword in tow.
Aletheia: I am grateful that my wife and children were never targeted by any of the pursuers who were after me.
Aletheia: Now that I think about it, I believe I owe all of my thanks to you two chaps for that.
Yngwie and Yodarha turn to each other and chuckle.
Yodarha: What's with that look, Aletheia? If that's truly how ya feel, then how's about pickin' up my tab for this meal?
Yngwie: Nah, I have an even better idea. Let's duel! I'm about to be completely sobered up over here.
Aletheia: Hm, and the loser will be paying the bill, I take it?
Yodarha: A-hyuk-hyuk, sounds good to me!
Yodarha: You all just stay here and eat and drink your fill.
Yngwie: This'll be over before ya know it, so sit tight! We just gotta find a wide-open space.
Lyria: Ehehe... There they go...
Vyrn: Geez, looks like nothing's changed.
(Captain) and the crew exchange pained smiles.
Both dinner and a show are served as the faint sound of clashing blades fills their ears.
Rejuvenation for an Old Sage
(Captain) manages to win a round against Aletheia during a swordplay training session. The sage chalks the loss up to his advanced age, however the defeat proves to gnaw at his psyche more than he may have anticipated. Landing on a certain island, Aletheia takes his leave for some alone time.
One day, at the request of (Captain), Aletheia participates in the captain's routine sword practice.
Aletheia: Hagh!
Aletheia: Gwahaha, that won't be enough to best me—
Aletheia: Urgh!
(Captain) takes advantage of an opening and delivers a sharp blow.
Aletheia: Aye, now that was a close one. I think I panicked there for a bit.
Aletheia: You're a whiz kid if I ever did see one, (Captain). I can't believe just how far you've come since our first meeting.
Choose: All thanks to your guidance, Aletheia.
Aletheia: Ohoho, well hearing you say that to me so plainly is a little embarrassing.
Choose: This journey has made me stronger.
Aletheia: Yes, I have been watching over you all this time. You have overcome many trials and tribulations, and you seem to have grown stronger and more resilient.
Continue 1Aletheia: In any case, you have a natural talent. Or maybe it is I—
Aletheia: Oh, ah... never mind. Let's call it here for today, shall we? We can pick it back up tomorrow.
The next day. (Captain) and Aletheia are training together once more.
Aletheia: Urgh!
Much like the previous day, (Captain) is able to pierce Aletheia's defenses.
One thing is different this time, however.
Aletheia: ...!
(Captain)'s attack sends Aletheia's sword flying from his hands. It becomes embedded in the soil nearby.
Lyria: W-wow! I can't believe you've managed to disarm the Aletheia!
Aletheia: ...
Vyrn: He's not using his usual sword though. Any reason for that?
Aletheia: No, my choice of blade has nothing to do with it.
Aletheia: I suppose that ultimately, it's hard to win against the passage of time.
A somber look overtakes Aletheia's visage as he nods toward (Captain).
Aletheia: Until now, I've followed my own path and have never tried to pass on my skills and wisdom to others.
Aletheia: I didn't even make an effort to pass them on to my own son, Lucius. I parted ways with him, focusing instead on continuing to hone my own skills.
Aletheia: In the end—that path; my journey—was it all really worth it? I cannot help but ponder it lately.
Aletheia: I came to this realization after losing a fight with Lucius the other day.
Aletheia: An old tree can never bloom forever. It will eventually wither...
Aletheia: I have forgotten such a matter of course.
Aletheia: How arrogant I have been, to not have shared these fruits with others. Perhaps it is time I trimmed these branches and uproot...
Aletheia: The saplings around me seem plenty hearty enough.
Choose: Are you planning on leaving us?
Vyrn: Hey, hey, wait up now. This is all so sudden... You're not soundin' like the usual Aletheia at all.
Lyria: He's right! We have so much traveling left to do together, Aletheia!
Aletheia: You all...
Aletheia: I'm sorry, that was a bit of a sob story, eh? Please forget about it.
An uncomfortable air hangs about the group as they make their way back to the Grandcypher.
The next day, the crew stops on a certain island.
Aletheia: (Captain), please allow me a bit of leave.
Aletheia appears listless as he departs the airship.
Lyria: It doesn't seem like Aletheia's mood has improved much since then...
Vyrn: Yeah, I'm definitely a little worried about him...
(Captain) watches with a concerned look as the sage makes his way off into the distance.
After placing some distance between himself and the Grandcypher, Aletheia finds himself within the confines of a certain forest.
Aletheia: Hm... Something about this place... seems familiar.
Aletheia: Somehow, I remember the days of my youth, and my training...
Aletheia sits down at the base of a tree and begins to meditate in an effort to control his racing mind.
Aletheia: (Yes, this would do me some good every once in a while.)
Aletheia: (The rustling of the leaves... The soft chirps of the insects... I can feel my senses become yet honed...)
Aletheia: (It was at a time such as this when I received the call for help...)
Rejuvenation for an Old Sage: Scene 2
Aletheia recalls a time when, at the request of a fleeing young woman, he defeated a group of bandits attacking a village, only to find out that the bandits were targeting him all along. Similar events unfold when he encounters an elderly woman and a young boy fleeing from a nearby village. He comes to realize that once again, bandits were only in the vicinity to hunt for the sage in the first place. He begins to question if his journey and skills have come to manifest any kind of value, and if they are even worth passing on to future generations.
Aletheia: That was nigh on twenty years ago...
Aletheia: Leaving my family behind, I was a wanderer drenched in the stench of blood...
Aletheia: No matter the road or presumed destination, I would never cease to be assailed by assassins and hunters... Yes, it was on one of those days...
Aletheia: I met them...
Aletheia: Hm? That's...
Village Woman: Pant, pant...
Village Woman: Oh, are you a traveler? Please! You must help everyone... The village...
Aletheia: Please calm down, lass. What has happened?
Village Woman: Bandits have raided and occupied our village! I dare not think of what they will do next...
Aletheia: I see. Understood.
Aletheia: Worry not, I will go to your village and liberate it from their hands. I swear it.
Aletheia: Will you lead me there?
Village Woman: Ah, yes! This way!
Aletheia follows behind the woman as they make their way to the subjugated village.
Upon his arrival, Aletheia quickly vanquishes the bandits and delivers the village from an ill fate.
Aletheia: I remember it so clearly...
Aletheia: I'm the only one to blame for the village's hardships. The bandits were only in the forest to begin with because they were after my head...
Aletheia stares off into the distance, his face contorted with regret.
Aletheia: Abandoning my family... Bringing pain and destruction upon the innocent...
Aletheia: What good is my skill with the blade if it only serves to bring suffering upon others...
Aletheia: At this point, imparting my skills and so-called wisdom might just cause more harm than good...
Aletheia: Yes, perhaps I should go into hiding once more, this time abandoning the sword altogether—
???: This way, gramma! We have to get out of here!
Aletheia: (Hm? Those two... Is something amiss?)
Aletheia: Good people, is something wrong? Are you being chased?
Village Boy: It's bandits! They came to our village!
Village Boy: We were able to get away, so we're heading to the nearby town to get help!
Aletheia: I see.
Aletheia: There still remains quite a distance between here and the town. I'm afraid that any help from the town may not make it in time.
Aletheia: I will head to the village to dispose of the villains myself. How does that sound?
Village Boy: You... B-but you're so old...
Aletheia: Gwahaha! I may look it, but I know what I'm doing.
Aletheia: Let me show you the power of the Sage of the Sword!
Elderly Woman: Sage... Are you?
Aletheia: Let's make haste. I will proceed to the village, so can I ask you both to continue on your way to the town and call for reinforcements as planned? Just in case.
Elderly Woman: O-okay!
Bandit Grunt: Gehehe! Make sure to bag every last ounce of loot!
Aletheia: Drat, they've already made off with so much...
Aletheia: Taking them out one by one would be too slow... That leaves me one choice!
Aletheia: Thieves! Prepare yourselves, as the Sage of the Sword has come!
Aletheia hopes that his title will strike fear into the hearts of the bandits.
Bandit Leader: Huh? Sage of the Sword, you say?
Bandit Leader: Well I'll be damned, I can't believe he actually came!
Aletheia: What did you say? Explain yourself!
Bandit Leader: It's a well-known legend among the bandits around here! If you can defeat the sage who appears to protect this village, then you're the strongest bloke in all the skies!
Aletheia: The sage... appears?
Memories of the village he recalled while meditating under the tree come rushing back to Aletheia's mind.
Aletheia: I understand it now... So this village is the very same from that day. That sage, then...
Aletheia: It's my fault... again...
Aletheia: No matter for now... I'll be taking responsibility for that!
Bandit Leader: I don't care how old he is, let's rip him to shreds!
Aletheia: Come at me then! Even an old tree is not easy to fell!
Aletheia: And these fruits are not as sweet as you may hope!
Rejuvenation for an Old Sage: Scene 3
Aletheia goes to the village and vanquishes the bandits. As it is apparent that the village and the elderly woman are the same from his memories, Aletheia realizes he has now caused the village to be attacked twice. He tries to apologize, but the elderly woman instead thanks him for saving the village a second time, thus serving to remind the sage of the meaning behind his journeying. A few days later, while practicing swordplay with (Captain) once again, the sage demonstrates a renewed vigor and sense of purpose.
Aletheia: Haaa!
Bandit Grunt: Guah!
Bandit Leader: Gah!
Aletheia: This is your last chance for surrender. If you continue to resist me, I will show you no mercy.
Bandit Leader: Okay, okay! I get it! We'll stand down, so please...
Aletheia: Very well. But you must promise me one more thing.
Aletheia: Show your faces around these parts no more. And tell all of your comrades that the village sage legend is nothing but a silly, made-up tale. Understood?
Aletheia: If you can't do that, then perhaps I'll have you all bloom as blood-red flowers yourselves.
Bandit Leader: Wh-whatever you saaay!
Shaken to their very souls at Aletheia's words, the bandits depart the village in a panic.
Aletheia: I think I managed to be quite scary. I do believe they've learned their lesson.
Elderly Woman: That skill with the blade... There can be no mistaking it...
Village Man: A-amazing! You really are like the sage from the legend!
Aletheia: Gwahaha! Well, that's likely because I am.
Village Man: Huh? You?
Aletheia: And my lady, have we met?
Elderly Woman: Ah, I guess you wouldn't recognize me. It was so long ago, after all.
Elderly Woman: All those years ago, I happened upon you and requested your help as I was fleeing the village.
Aletheia: ...!
You're...
You're...
Elderly Woman: To think that fate would reunite me with the sage once more!
Aletheia: I'm sorry, for I deserve none of your admiration.
Aletheia: It was because of me that such devastation befell the village on that day.
Aletheia is wrought with a feeling of guilt, but the elderly woman shakes her head lightly and smiles.
Elderly Woman: Please raise your head. No matter what may have been the case, the fact remains that you saved us all through your power alone.
Elderly Woman: You are a hero to us, Sage of the Sword.
Aletheia: ...
Aletheia: (I see... So my skills with the blade may have served a purpose yet.)
Aletheia: If you are able to say as much, then perhaps there was some value in my journey after all.
Vyrn: Hey, you nasty thugs! We've come to kick your butts—
Vyrn: H-huh? Is this the right village?
Aletheia: Ah, well if it isn't the crew. What brings you here?
Village Boy: We brought them. We actually ran into them before we even got to the town...
Village Boy: Said that they were a skyfaring crew, so I asked for their help.
Vyrn: We can talk about that later! Where are the bandits now?
Aletheia: Gwahaha! You're just a tad late, my friend. I've taken care of them all.
Vyrn: You're kiddin'... Well, I guess I can believe that without any hesitation.
Aletheia: Oh stop, I still have a long way to go.
Village Boy: You defeated all of those bandits all by yourself? Just who are you...
Village Man: Haha, the legendary sage, no doubt!
Elderly Woman: Such humility... I was blessed to have been able to encounter someone such as you.
Saved by his heroic efforts, the villagers shower praise upon Aletheia.
(Captain) is the only one who can sense the nuance in the sage's words.
A few days have passed since the incident. (Captain) and Aletheia are sparring once more.
(Captain) moves to take advantage of an opening once more, however...
Aletheia: Hagh!
Aletheia keeps up his guard and overwhelms the captain.
Aletheia: I hope I didn't bruise ya too badly, (Captain). Looks like I really do still have it in me.
Aletheia extends his hand to help (Captain) up. The captain brings up the sage's words from the village.
"I still have a long way to go." These were not words of humility, but of self-confidence.
Aletheia: Oho, sharp as ever I see, (Captain).
Aletheia: It is as you say. It had been so long since I was able to utilize the strength and ability I've accumulated throughout all these years, and my swordplay was as brilliant as ever.
Aletheia: I thought that I was past my prime, and that this old tree was only destined to wither.
Aletheia: I couldn't have been more wrong. Turns out there are still a few buds left within me just waiting to bloom.
Aletheia: There's no time for wallowing while I've yet still so much life within me.
Aletheia: So with that being said, I don't mind if you keep accompanying me on my journey.
Choose: I'll be taking the lead, just you wait!
Aletheia: Gwahaha! Well said!
Aletheia: I'll be looking forward to the very day that you can.
Aletheia has found a new sense of purpose in wielding the blade. The clouds of doubt brought on from his past journey are cleared.
Thus, the legend of the Sage of the Sword will continue to be written for much time to come.
Now and Forever
(Captain) and the crew come to the rescue of a pregnant woman at the request of her son. Aletheia and Keehar agree to look after the boy until his father arrives. Keehar cheers the boy up when he worries he won't get along with his new sibling. Reminded of his own poor filial relations, Aletheia receives encouragement from Keehar and resolves to work on himself and his relationship with his son.
Their most recent mission complete, (Captain) and the crew decide to relax in town. They are soon interrupted by a small boy in a big fluster.
Boy: Huff, puff...
E-excuse me, sirs! I... um!
E-excuse me, sirs! I... um!
Keehar: What's wrong, young man? Easy now... Take a deep breath and tell us what the trouble is.
Boy: My mom... she... her stomach's hurting real bad! And there's a baby in there!
Aletheia: What! No time to waste, lad! Bring us to her!
The boy races back to his mother with (Captain) and the others hot on his heels. Together, they get his mother safely to the hospital.
Beset by labor pains, the grateful woman thanks them as she is taken into the delivery room.
Nurse: Thank you so much! She's a fair bit ahead of her due date... I'm so glad you were there to help.
Aletheia: Oh, it's all thanks to this lad's quick thinking. He came running to find help.
Nurse: What a clever boy! But... I'm not quite sure what to do with him while his mother is in labor...
Keehar: Hmm? What happened to his father?
Nurse: We managed to contact him, but it was such short notice that he won't be able to come right away.
Keehar: Is that so... Well, I have an idea! How about we take care of the boy until his father finds his way home?
Nurse: Oh, my! You don't mind? If you could just make sure he doesn't stray too far from the front of the hospital, that'd be a big help.
Keehar: Indeed we can! You just do your best to take care of his mother.
Keehar: Does old men like us good to be around children now and then, doesn't it, Aletheia?
Aletheia: Slow down there, Keehar! I'm really not good with children...
Keehar: Ha-ha! Alright, boy. You're going to sit with the old-timers for a spell!
Boy: Um... Okay.
Ms. Nurse? Take care of my mom and the baby, okay?
Ms. Nurse? Take care of my mom and the baby, okay?
And so Keehar and Aletheia find themselves doing a bit of babysitting.
Boy: ...
Aletheia: Hrm... You seem rather out of sorts, young man.
Keehar: You certainly do. Must be worried about your mother and your new brother or sister, eh?
Boy: ...
Aletheia: Once that baby is born, you'll be a big brother. You'll have to be strong to shoulder that responsibility.
Boy: Yeah... I mean, I know. It's just...
Aletheia: Well, I tried... I'm just not cut out for speaking with children. They don't listen to reason.
Keehar: Listen here, son. Your family will be just fine! This old skyfarer's instincts are never wrong!
Boy: What? You guys're skyfarers? At your age? That's amazing!
Keehar: Ha-ha! These wrinkles are proof we've seen a few battles in our day, that's all! And that's how you know you can take what I say to the bank!
Boy: ...
Right!
Right!
Aletheia: (Hm? Looks like that did the trick. I truly fail to grasp the workings of the juvenile mind.)
Keehar: Hoho... Now we can't go far, but we have some time to kill. What shall we do while we wait?
Boy: Well... I'd sure like to hear about some skyfaring adventures!
Keehar: Would you now! Well I can dish those up by the bowlful! Have yourself a seat and open your ears, my boy!
Keehar's tales are like something straight out of an old legend. The boy's eyes shine with wonder.
By the time Keehar reaches a break in his narrative, the boy is ready to share what's troubling him.
Aletheia: So do you want to tell us why you looked so dour before? Worried about your mother?
Boy: Well... All my parents talk about anymore is the baby. I feel like I'm invisible...
Aletheia: Hrm... Well, you have to make some sacrifices. Looking out for your younger sibling is your job as big brother.
Boy: ...
Aletheia: A real man doesn't want to be coddled! How can you be jealous of a helpless infant?
Boy: But I—
Keehar: Slow down there, Aletheia. I understand what you're trying to say, but you can't put all that weight on him at once.
Keehar: I think your parents would be sad if you and the baby didn't get along. So would I, honestly.
Boy: ...
Keehar: So what I'm saying is, you don't have to jump into being a big brother all at once. You can grow into it a bit at a time.
Keehar: In just a little while, you're going to be seeing that baby for the first time. It's bound to be a bit awkward.
Keehar: You might have a squabble here and there at first. But you'll be friends before you know it. I think you'll be surprised how dear your little sibling becomes to you.
Boy: Sigh... You really think so? I dunno how I'm gonna make myself like the new kid...
Keehar: Ha-ha! No need to worry about that! Bonding takes time.
Keehar: I raised an adopted granddaughter myself... And I can't tell you how much she means to me!
Keehar: Hoho. The same goes for your parents. Of course they're going to love the baby. But they love you too.
Keehar: It wouldn't hurt to let them know you need a little attention now and again!
Boy: Ohh... Really?
Keehar: Really. That's your right as a child, my boy. It's practically in the job description!
Boy: Wow! Thanks, mister! I don't know why I was so worried... I get it now. It'll be fine!
Dad: Hey! Sorry I'm late, Son!
I really have to thank the two of you. My family owes you a great deal.
I really have to thank the two of you. My family owes you a great deal.
Keehar: Ha-ha! Think nothing of it! Don't keep your wife waiting now.
Dad: Thanks again for taking the time to watch this little guy. C'mon, Son. We can wait for the baby inside.
Dad: And I heard you ran to find someone when your mom went into labor. I couldn't be more proud of you!
Boy: Hehe... That's what big brothers do!
Dad: You said it, little man! The two of us are gonna have our work cut out for us taking care of mom and the baby, aren't we?
After thanking the skyfarers once more, father and son make their way into the hospital.
Keehar: Hah... From the looks of things, we have nothing to worry about. What a fine, upstanding young man!
Aletheia: ...
Keehar: Hmm? And what could be bothering you, my dear man? You look a mite gloomy.
Aletheia: Forgive me... I was just thinking about my boy. He was about that age when things started going sour between us...
Aletheia: Ha... Although I doubt I would be in the running for the skies' best father...
Keehar: Then you have work to do! If there's something you feel you're lacking, you owe it to yourself to fix it!
Aletheia: Hrm... Now? After all this time?
Keehar: I'll have none of that quitting talk! It's like I told that boy. You don't start out being a father. You become one gradually.
Keehar: Can't say I know the specifics of your situation, but better late than never is what I say.
Aletheia: Hrm... I think you have the right of it. Nothing good comes of giving up so easily.
Aletheia: I do have some work to do on myself. I guess an old dog can learn a new trick or two!
It seems the seasoned skyfarer's words have lit a new flame in the jaded old sage's heart.
Perhaps one day, Aletheia will resolve the regrets he carries with him on his journey.
Only time will tell. As he ages, the future only seems harder to predict. The road ahead is veiled in mystery but full of unfathomable potential.
Father and Daughter Reunited
Teena is unexpectedly reunited with her father, Aletheia, aboard the Grandcypher. He explains that he left his family behind in order to protect them from enemies pursuing him. When their village was attacked by goblins in his absence, Aletheia was too ashamed of his failure as a protector to show his face again. Teena sincerely hopes he and her brother, Lucius, will one day reconcile, and Aletheia promises to try.
Early afternoon finds Teena on the deck of the Grandcypher, eyes narrowed as she stares in disbelief at a familiar figure.
Teena: Hmm?
The man is decked out in a tall, peaked hat, with hair as white as snow, his long robe billowing in the wind.
His garb alone would seem to declare him a mage, but those robes cannot conceal a powerfully muscled warrior's physique.
Teena: You...
Aletheia: ...
Teena: Dad.
Aletheia: That voice... I know that voice!
Aletheia: Teena! Well, I never!
Teena: Dad... Daaad!
Aletheia: It's certainly been a while, Teena. I never expected to catch up with you here.
Aletheia: Heh... Seems like you got your mother's good looks. I'm glad to see you looking so well.
Teena: Sniff... Where have you been all this time! Why didn't you...
Teena: Waaaah! Sniff... Hic...
Aletheia: I'm sorry, Teena... I really am...
Teena's wails bring Vyrn and Lyria running, anxious to find out what's going on.
Vyrn: What's the deal? Did something happen, Teena?
Lyria: What's going on, Aletheia?
Aletheia: Hrm... Well...
Aletheia: Never expected it to happen here, but... It seems you've already met my daughter... Teena.
Vyrn: Wait. You're the dad who walked out on her when she was a kid?
Lyria: Wow! That's an amazing coincidence!
Teena: Waaah! Dad, where have you been? Why didn't you ever come see us?
Teena: Sniff... Tell me, Dad... Why...
Aletheia shares the story of his travels. He chose to fight, leaving his family behind in hopes that the people after him would leave them alone.
But even the Sage of the Sword hadn't foreseen the goblins' attack on their village.
He was too ashamed of his failure to protect his family ever to face them again. And so he devoted himself single-mindedly to the sword.
Teena: Lucius... really hates you, you know.
Teena: Mother kept telling him not to blame you, but she never got through to him.
Teena: Sigh... Maybe it's a guy thing, and that's why I can't really understand it.
Teena: I just... I hope you can talk to him one day.
Teena: It would be so nice if we could live together again, just the three of us.
Teena: You and Lucius are the only family I have in this world...
Aletheia: I feel the same way, Teena. Not a day goes by that I don't picture it.
Aletheia: I'll talk to him one day. Count on it. He has every right to reject my olive branch, but I'll try all the same.
Vyrn: Hrm... Sounds like it's a whole thing. But hey, talking it out is what people do!
Lyria: Exactly! Families aren't supposed to hate each other...
Lyria: Just let us know if there's anything we can do to help!
Teena: Hehe. Sure. Thanks, Vyrn and Lyria!
Aletheia: I'll be counting on you two. Especially you, lizard.
Teena hopes her father and brother will be able to make amends. Though she tells her father she has faith in him, her eyes are filled with an unfathomable sorrow.
How this fraught family relationship will resolve itself, no one can say.
Aletheia: Lucius... Guess it's about time I faced you, eh?
Side-scrolling Quotes
| JapaneseThis is an official transcription. | EnglishThis is an official translation. |
|---|---|
| まだまだ若い者には負けんぞい！ | I won't lose to youngsters just yet! |
| ティナは元気にしとるかのう… | I wonder how Teena's doing... |
| ふぁっはっは甘いぞい！ | Gwahaha! Too easy! |
| 年寄りの冷や水？そりゃあどうかのう | An old man's indiscretions? I wouldn't call it that. |
| 若者の道を切り開く…老兵の役割じゃて | Carving the path open for the younger generation... |
| ワシの若い頃なら……後で話すとするぞい | In the old days... I'll tell you more later. |
| あいたたた、腰が… | Ouch! My back... |
| たまには老人の話も聞くものじゃぞい | Heed the advice of an old man. |
| (主人公)、お主はどんな生き方を選ぶ？ | What kind of life do you choose, (Captain)? |
| (主人公)はワシの若い頃に似とるぞい | You remind me of my youth, (Captain). |
References
- ↑ Granblue Fantasy Official Site, Aletheia - Theater - Granblue Fantasy
- ↑ Cygames, Inc. (2016). GRANBLUE FANTASY CHRONICLE vol. 02.