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Official Profile

Age Unknown
Height 177 cm
Race Erune
Hobbies Training, running with the dogs
Special Talents {{{talentsjp}}}
Likes Dogs, sweets, festivals
Dislikes Weaklings, people who don't listen

Character Release
フェイトエピソードでは、覇空戦争の時代に生きたバサラの記憶が語られます。
バサラは如何にして十二神将最強と謳われる初代闘神となったのか、魂だけで世に留まり今なお空の世界を見守り続け何を思うのか──

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* This is an unofficial, amateur translation.
Age 不明
Height 177cm
Race エルーン
Hobbies 鍛練、犬と走る
Special Talents {{{talentsjp}}}
Likes 犬、甘味、祭り
Dislikes 弱きもの、人の話を聞かぬもの

Character Release
フェイトエピソードでは、覇空戦争の時代に生きたバサラの記憶が語られます。
バサラは如何にして十二神将最強と謳われる初代闘神となったのか、魂だけで世に留まり今なお空の世界を見守り続け何を思うのか──

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Background

Events

Romance of the Divine Generals

Trivia

Special Cutscenes

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Happy Birthday Cutscenes
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I heard from Vajra that you're traveling to find your father, (Captain).
I don't know what kind of family you come from or how you were brought up.
So I won't pretend to understand your situation by simply saying that family is a good thing and that you should honor your father.
Nevertheless, family is what made you, and that's worth celebrating.
Happy birthday, (Captain).

2 ✔

Hm? Ah, (Captain). What are you doing here all by yourself?
Today's your birthday, isn't it? Aren't there people lined up to celebrate it?
Well, who am I to tell you how to spend your own birthday?
The weather sure is nice. I'm sure you can't, hear anything that I'm saying, but...
Do you know what the best thing about following Vajra out of that cave was?
That I can see the sky again.
Looking up at that blue expanse around us reminds me that this is what we were fighting for.
It tells me that all the pain we endured and all the sacrifices we made were meaningful.
So I want you to take pride in these skies too. To protect them, like we did.
And so, on this sunny day that marks your entrance into this wonderful world...
I pray for hope and blessing to always be by your side. Happy birthday, (Captain).
Happy New Year Cutscenes
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New Year's money, huh... Now that you mention it, there was such a custom...
Given my status as an ancestor, perhaps I should give Vajra something for the New Year...
No, hold on a second...
Come to think of it, almost everyone on the ship is significantly younger than me... They may as well be infants.
Okay, scratch the idea of New Year's money. There'd be no end to it.
Ah! (Captain)!
I was merely speaking to myself... Please tell me you didn't hear any of that!
Oh, right, you can't hear me to begin with... Never mind.
What's with that look...
Lately, I've been getting the feeling you might actually be able to hear my voice.
Though of course, there's no way that's possible.

Valentine's Day Cutscenes
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What's the matter, (Captain)? You came all the way inside Dharma just to talk to me about something?
Hm? This is for Valentine's?
I see; you made use of Dharma to give this to me.
You're rather clever... Or perhaps I should say upstanding.
Well, I won't let such a considerate gesture go to waste...
I gladly accept.
Huh? Of course I'm going to eat it now.
It appears a trace of Svaha's power remains in Dharma.
Which is why we're able to have this conversation at all. Regardless, I must perform a cleansing at once.
But first, let me savor this chocolate. Surely I can be allowed that much.

White Day Cutscenes
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Basara: Hurry it up, Vajra.
Vajra: Hmm... Brosara, are you sure you don't want to personally deliver this into (Captain)'s hands?
Vajra: It's for White Day, after all.
Basara: It's fine, just leave it there. I'm only doing this in the first place because you insisted.
Vajra: I mean, we're indebted to (Captain), aren't we?
Basara: You're indebted!
Vajra: But you're my ancestor, Brosara!
Basara: Why do I have to be the one to say thank you for something my descendant owes?
Basara: In any case, just leave the present so we may go!
2 ✔

(Captain)!
Hrm... You shouldn't be able to hear me, yet you turned this way...
Did you sense my presence? How perceptive...
But that is not why I called out to you. Rather, it's because today is... Well, it's, hmm...
Wh-White Day! Because it's White Day, I left a present for you.
See? It's over there—on your desk!
Vajra wouldn't stop hounding me about my manners and returning the favor.
To think she's grown the nerve to lecture me, her ancestor...
She even set out some money for the gift, like I were a child.
Sigh... I'm realizing now that it'd be better if we gather some funds of my own to use for times like this.
Trick or Treat Cutscenes
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Halloween, huh... They say it's a day when spirits of the departed return from the Otherworld.
Though strictly speaking I, myself, am one of the departed as well.
I chose to remain in this world, yet I yearn to see those who have already passed on...
How utterly absurd it is.
The questions I have, the things I wish to convey... They are not trifling matters.
Someday, when I've fulfilled my role and left this world...
No, that's foolish talk.
(Captain), it's good that you can't hear my voice.

Happy Holidays Cutscenes
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Mm...
The scent of delicious food wafts through the ship.
Although I am unable to eat in this form, my sense of smell remains impeccable...
Gah! I can bear it no longer! I must borrow Vajra's body to have a taste!
Since we're in the holiday season, surely that wouldn't be too bold of a request.

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Reminiscence upon the Welkin

When asked by Vajra if he still hates primal beasts, Basara reminisces on times past—of when he was still a frail, young boy who was too kind to hurt a soul and detested the idea of fighting.


The cerulean horizon stretches in magnificent splendor on one particularly sunny day.
Vajra: That's right, Gar loves it when you pet him under the chin and around his head.
Satyr: Under the chin and around his head? Got it.
Vajra: Oh, and behind his ears too.
Garjana: Mm...
Vajra: Right, Gar? Tell us how incredible that feels!
Garjana: While I won't deny it...
Satyr: Haha. Is Gar blushing?
Garjana: Wh-why, of course not!
Vajra: Big dogs like Gar enjoy light pats, but for smaller pups, you want to scratch them with your fingertips.
Garjana: Ah...
Satyr smiles at Garjana, who tries to maintain his composure but cannot hide his wagging tail.
Satyr: Ahaha! Thanks, Vajra! I appreciate all the tips!
Satyr: Next time I run into that dog, I'll do my best to befriend it.
Vajra: Sure, let me know how it goes!
Vajra: Just be careful not to approach too aggressively, as some dogs are afraid of people.
Vajra: Even a little pup's bite will leave a mark!
Satyr: Got it! Thanks again!
Vajra watches the cheerful Satyr leave, then looks around and tilts her head.
Vajra: Hrm...
Vajra: Hey, Brosara? You around?
Basara: What is it?
Basara is the first warrior deity, an ancestor of Vajra's.
As a spirit, Basara usually resides within Vajra's sword and accompanies her on her journey.
Vajra: Hey, so...
Basara: Come on, spit it out. And what's with the serious face? It doesn't suit you.
Vajra: I was wondering... if you still hate primal beasts...
Vajra: Even now?
Basara: Why do you ask?
Vajra: Whenever I talk to primal beasts aboard the ship, you tend to stay away.
Vajra: On the rare occasion that you do show up, you make sure I'm the only one who can hear your voice... I find it strange.
Basara: So you noticed...
Vajra quietly watches Basara sigh, waiting for his next words.
Basara: A lot happened... More than you can imagine.
Vajra: You mean when you were still alive during the War?
Basara: Yes.
Basara gazes into the distant azure sky, then turns back to Vajra.
Basara: Vajra, you're a natural-born leader.
Vajra: Oh?
Basara: You naturally stand at the head of the pack, setting an example and guiding others without hesitation.
Basara: You fulfill the responsibility of leading your clan without forcing yourself.
Basara: Of course, I know you also put in considerable effort.
Vajra: Wow...
Basara: What's with that reaction?
Vajra: Ehehe, I'm just a bit embarrassed.
Vajra: It's the first time you've genuinely praised me like that, Brosara.
Basara: That so?
Vajra: As happy as I am to hear it... why now all of a sudden?
Basara: Good question...
Basara: Maybe because I've been remembering my own past.
Vajra: What do you mean?
Basara: I'm completely different from you.
Basara: Originally, I was not supposed to become the clan leader, nor one of the Divine Generals.
Basara: What turned me, Basara Kongou, into the renowned first war deity was...
Basara: That war and the gruesome events it triggered.
Basara silently shuts his eyes, then takes a slow breath and begins to recount the past.
Clan Chief: The battles with the Astrals and their weapons, the primal beasts, grow fiercer by the day.
Clan Chief: Our clan must also do what it can to come out the victor and claim freedom for the skies. You are to train in the martial arts in preparation for war.
Clan Chief: Do I make myself clear, Daraka, Dorje?
Dorje: Yes!
Daraka: Understood, Father.
Clan Chief: Good...
Clan Chief: That goes for you too, Basara.
Basara: Urk!
The surprised gasp comes from behind a slightly opened sliding door.
Dorje: Huh? Basara's here too?
Basara: ...!
Dorje: Ah, he ran away! Basara, wait!
Clan Chief: Leave him be, Dorje.
Dorje: Okay...
Clan Chief: Good grief... What a difficult child he is.
Clan Chief: When will he realize his responsibilities as a son of a warrior family?
Clan Chief: Perhaps it's time I sat him down for a good talk about this...
Daraka: Father, wait.
Daraka: Would you mind letting me handle it first? I believe I can convince Basara.
Clan Chief: Hm, very well. I suppose he'd be more willing to listen to you than me.
Clan Chief: I'm counting on you, Daraka.
Daraka: Yes, Father.
Basara: All right...
The young boy who had scurried from his father arrives at the far end of the spacious estate's garden and sits by the pond.
He removes his sandals and socks, dipping his small feet in the pond water.
Basara: Ahhh...
Pup 1: Arf?
Basara: Yup, the cold feels just right.
The boy smiles as he tickles the nape of a puppy's neck with his fingers.
Pup 2: Woof! Woof!
Basara: Really, now!
Basara: No jumping into the pond, okay? Father'll scold you again.
Pup 2: Whimper...
Basara: Though to be honest, I do understand how you feel... I could use a good swim myself, what with the weather getting warmer.
Daraka: Well, you'd better not, unless you'd like a scolding from Father.
Basara: Huh? Brother!
His quietly approaching brother sits down beside him.
Basara: Er... I-I wasn't actually going to swim! I just thought it would be nice if I could...
Daraka: I know. The forest stream is far better than the garden pond for a swim anyway.
Basara: A-and how would you know about that?
Daraka: I'm fully aware of all the little antics you've been up to.
Basara: Ugh...
Daraka: Haha, just kidding.
Daraka: Actually, the stream happens to be one of my favorite places as well.
Basara: Huh? It is?
Daraka: Yes. I used to sneak out of the estate to swim there without Father knowing.
Basara: You, Brother? You snuck out of the estate?
Daraka: Indeed. I did my share of mischief just like you.
Basara: I had no idea...
Daraka: Well, I did it better than you, in that I never got caught.
Basara: Ugh...
Daraka: Tell me, Basara... Why did you run away earlier?
Daraka: Father called for you too, did he not? Yet you arrived late...
Basara: I mean, all he ever talks about is learning how to fight...
Daraka: ...
Does that bother you?
Basara: Mm...
Daraka: Is that why you don't take martial arts training seriously?
Basara: I just don't see how all that training is supposed to make me stronger!
Daraka: Don't knock it till you've tried it.
Basara: No thanks! I'd never be as good as you and Dorje anyway!
Basara: That's why...
Basara: Hear me out! I thought I could help the family in ways other than fighting!
Daraka: In other ways?
Daraka: But you're always skipping your studies too, aren't you?
Basara: Th-that's... Well... I'll start now...
Basara: I'll do it! I will!
With a burst of energy, Basara springs to his feet and dashes away, nearly tumbling in his haste...
Daraka: Sigh... Good grief.
And left behind is his brother, sighing in exasperation.

A Wish for Everlasting Peace

During the War, young Basara is alerted by nature's spirits of an impending attack by a primal beast. Thanks to his swift call for evacuation, the clan narrowly escapes disaster. As they watch their estate erupt in flames, they realize Basara is missing.


Basara: Huff... Huff...
The young Basara, along with the puppies, runs away from his brother to the opposite side of the spacious estate.
Basara: Pant... Daraka... isn't chasing after me...
Pup 1: Arf! Arf!
Basara: Careful, the footing's not very stable here—
Pup 1: Yelp!
The puppy running around Basara takes a tumble down a stone step.
Basara: Oh no!
Pup 1: Whimper...
Basara: Are you okay?
In a fluster, Basara rushes over to the puppy and gently picks up its small body.
Basara: You're not hurt anywhere, are you?
Pup 1: Whine!
Basara: Seems like you're in one piece...
Pup 1: Woof!
Basara: Thank goodness...
Basara checks for any injuries on the puppy and feels relieved upon finding none.
Basara: Try to be more careful next time, okay?
Pup 1: Arf! Arf!
Basara: Because getting hurt is no fun... Definitely no fun at all...
Basara: If I have to fight, I'll probably get hurt too...
Basara mumbles to himself while hugging the puppy.
Basara: But it's okay! If danger comes near the estate, everyone will let us know.
As if in response to Basara's voice, the wind rustles the leaves, weaving a symphony of whispers through the boughs.
Vajra: So you weren't an only child, huh, Brosara.
Vajra: And by "everyone," you mean...
Basara: You know them just as well as I do.
Vajra: Right, the spirits in nature.
In Vajra's bloodline, there are some who can hear the voices of intangible beings.
These beings reside in the wind, plants, water, and other elements of the world.
Basara: In my time, proper education about the voices of the spirits was not a thing.
Basara: It was just said that occasionally someone in the clan could hear the voices of unseen beings.
Basara: It was the talk of legends.
Basara: Though I'd never heard such stories from my father or brothers, and I didn't tell anyone that I could hear those voices.
Vajra: How about spirit channeling?
Basara: Did you listen to a word I said?
Basara: I was a brat who skipped sword training and studies. There was no way I could do something like that.
Vajra: Oh, right... I guess that makes sense.
Vajra: But, Brosara...
Basara: Yeah?
Vajra: If you ask me, skipping training can't be a good thing.
Basara: Right you are.
Basara shrugs his shoulders and gives a wry smile.
It all began on what was supposed to be a quiet night...
Basara: Mng... What is it?
Basara: Yawn... Quiet, please...
Basara: Guh... Wha...
Basara feels as if something is trying to keep him from a good night's rest.
Basara: What are they... trying to tell me...
Basara: Oh no... This is bad!
Basara throws off his blanket and dashes out of the room in a hurry.
Basara: Everyone! Wake up! We have a situation!
Running through the estate, Basara shouts at the top of his lungs.
Basara: Get uuuupp!
Relative 1: What's going on?
Relative 2: C'mon, Basara, what's with all the fuss in the middle of the night?
Basara: It's an emergency! A primal beast is coming!
Relative 2: Huh? A primal beast?
Basara: It's approaching the estate! There's no time left! We have to run...
Relative 1: Oh dear... did you have a nightmare? Are you worried because your father and brothers are on the battlefield?
Relative 2: Seriously? Talk about a dramatic way to sleepwalk.
Basara: No, it was no nightmare... And I'm definitely not sleepwalking!
Relative 1: Come on, Basara. Go back to your room and get some shut-eye.
Basara: Ugh...
Basara: (What should I do? They don't believe me... It's going to be a disaster...)
Basara: Noooo! Everyone's going to get hurt bad! Just the thought of that happening scares me!
Basara: Waaaah!
Seeing Basara sob hysterically makes fellow clan members gather around, curious as to what might be happening.
Relative 3: What's going on?
Relative 4: That you makin' all the noise, Basara? Figures...
Basara: Please! You have to believe me!
Basara: I'll do anything, I promise! Starting tomorrow, I'll take my sword training and studies seriously!
Basara: So please! Run away with me!
While everyone roused from their sleep is still confused, a man who had been on watch outside runs in.
Watchman: Hey! What's everyone gathered around for?
Watchman: Something's off to the west. There's an ominous smell in the wind. How should we proceed?
Hearing the watchman's words, Basara's face contorts even more in despair.
Basara: The smell's already reached us? We need to run now!
Relative 1: Wait, so what Basara said is true? A primal beast is really...
Relative 2: I don't know what's coming, and I'm not sure we have the time to find out.
Relative 2: Get everyone here at once!
Relative 2: Fortunately, there's an escape route on the east side of the estate. We'll head into the forest!
Thanks to Basara's frantic efforts, many are already awake, enabling a swift and efficient evacuation.
Relative 3: Yawn... I wanna go to bed...
Relative 1: We will soon, sweetie. Let's keep walking a little longer, okay?
Filled with anxiety, they periodically glance back at the estate as they continue through the forest.
Soon...
A pillar of fire shoots up from the land of the estate, which was shrouded in darkness until moments ago.
Relative 3: Eep!
Relative 4: What in the skies...
Relative 2: Basara was right all along... Hey, Basara?
Relative 2: Basara?
Where'd he run off to!
Relative 4: Huh? He was just behind me a second ago...
Relative 1: Oh no, don't tell me...
Among the group of evacuees, the young Basara has disappeared unnoticed.

A Wish for Everlasting Peace: Scene 2

Basara, having returned to the estate to rescue a puppy left behind, encounters the primal beast. He is saved from a fatal blow by his brother Daraka, who bears the devastating news that their father and brother, Dorje, have fallen in battle. He entrusts the clan to Basara and meets his demise confronting the primal beast.


Basara: Adanaaa! Where are you?
Basara: Rgh! Cough...
Basara stumbles through the estate alone as it begins succumbing to the encroaching flames.
Basara: Where are you, Adana...
Pup 1: Arf...
Basara: Adana!
Adana: Woof! Woof!
Basara: Adana! Boy am I glad to see you're all right... Where were you this whole time?
Adana: Whimper...
Basara: You had me so worried when I realized you were the only one not around back there.
Adana: Whine...
Basara: Okay, let's get out of here... Everyone's already gone ahead.
Primal Beast: ...!
Basara: Eep!
Primal Beast: Gwoooh...
Basara: A dragon? Is this... the primal beast?
Adana: Grooowl... Arf! Arf!
Basara: Get back! It's dangerous!
Primal Beast: Gwaaah!
Basara: D-don't come any closer!
Shielding the puppy with his body, Basara picks up a charred piece of wood nearby and swats nervously at the primal beast.
But such a makeshift weapon does little to faze the hulking creature.
Primal Beast: ...!
Basara: Uh-oh!
Daraka: Basara!
Daraka: Ngh... Haah!
Basara: ...?
Daraka: Basara... You all right?
Basara: Daraka? I'm good...
As the primal beast is about to strike Basara, Daraka arrives just in time to save him.
Basara: Why are you here, Brother? You should be on the battlefield...
Daraka: I chased the primal beast all the way here. Sorry I didn't arrive sooner. It must've been terrifying.
Basara: Sniff... It definitely was...
Daraka: ...
Daraka, clung tightly by his teary-eyed little brother, groans in pain.
Basara: What's wrong, Brother?
Looking closely, Basara sees that Daraka's clothes are stained with splotches of dark red.
Basara: Is this... blood? Did you get hurt protecting me?
Daraka: It's fine, it's nothing serious. I just got dirty hurrying here from the battlefield...
Daraka: More importantly, we need to get out of here quickly. What about the others in the estate?
Basara: Everyone's already escaped to the eastern forest.
Basara: I stayed back to find Adana... I'm sorry.
Daraka: No, he's family—you did well to care for him. Thank you, Basara.
Daraka: Regardless, the evacuation happened remarkably fast... We should consider ourselves lucky.
Basara: You know... I went around waking everyone up.
Daraka: You did? How did you know about the attack?
Basara: Well... the voices told me...
Daraka: Voices? Whose?
Basara: Well, it wasn't from anyone in particular...
The young Basara, stammering, explains to his older brother.
Basara: What I heard was the many voices of the wind, grass, water...
Basara: I know this might be hard to believe, but... I really can hear them!
Daraka: It's okay, Basara. Calm down. I believe you.
Basara: You believe me, Brother?
Daraka: Yes... I always had a hunch you could.
Basara: Do you know these voices? Can you hear them too, Brother?
Daraka: No, I can't. But I think it's what they call the "spirits"—
Primal Beast: ...
Basara: That sound... Didn't you defeat the primal beast?
Daraka: No... It's not over yet.
Daraka: Basara, there's no time. Take Adana and escape to the forest where everyone else is.
Basara: Okay... But you'll come too, right?
Daraka: No... I can't. I must remain to stop the primal beast.
Basara: Why! No, I won't leave without you...
Daraka: Basara, listen to me.
Daraka, his hand caked with ichor and dirt, grips Basara's shoulder firmly.
Daraka: Father and Dorje died on the battlefield.
Basara: No... It can't be! That's not true!
Daraka: It is true. Just like you, I don't lie.
Struck by the solemn intensity in his brother's gaze, Basara tightly clenches his small fists.
Daraka: From now on, you will lead the clan. You understand what that means, yes?
Basara: I... I don't understand, Brother! You're still here, aren't you? Why does it have to be me!
Daraka gently holds Basara's small hand, which is clinging to his soiled clothes.
Daraka: Don't forget, Basara. You are kind. That kindness will make you strong.
Daraka: Like I said, I don't lie.
Daraka: And the voices of the spirits will be there to guide you. You'll be all right, Basara.
Smiling, Daraka gently pushes Basara's shoulder, urging him to step back.
Daraka: I regret that I can't show you my final battle as an example...
Daraka: But I believe you'll avenge us one day. I trust in you, baby brother.
With a calm yet courageous smile, Daraka turns and charges into the flames engulfing the estate.
All young Basara can do is watch in shock as his brother disappears into the inferno.
Basara: ...
Vajra: ...
After hearing of Basara's past, Vajra finds herself at a loss for words.
Vajra: Brosara...
Basara: Don't make that face. It's a story of the past... the very distant past.
Vajra: No, it's much more than that. Now I know why you—
Though she swallows the words "hate primal beasts," Basara seems to understand.
Basara: It's not so cut-and-dried. I understand that the times have changed.
Basara: Being here with you and the crew has taught me that primal beasts aren't just weapons... I do realize that now.
Basara: Still... you may be on to something.
Basara: Maybe it's not just a little something that happened in the past for me. Perhaps there are things that can never be erased.
Basara's voice is quiet, resonating with a touch of loneliness.
Basara: The color and heat of the flames that swallowed the estate, the smell of the smoke, the roars of the primal beast...
Basara: The fearful gazes and screams of my family. And then...
Basara: The warmth of my brother's hand gripping my shoulder.
Basara: Above all, I cannot forgive myself for being weak and unable to do anything back then.
Relative 1: The estate is burned down, and the chief, Daraka, and Dorje are all dead...
Though the primal beast's attack has been repelled, the clan members are overwhelmed by the magnitude of their loss.
But they also know they don't have time to grieve in these desperate times.
Relative 2: Well then, it's settled. Basara will be the next clan chief.
Many are anxious about the young and inexperienced Basara taking over as leader.
But the fact that he can hear the voices of the spirits, which had been considered a mere legend, bolsters their confidence in him.
Basara: I am... still inexperienced, but I will do my best.
Basara: So... I ask for your support.
He knows he could never live up to his father's sternness or his brothers' gentle strength.
Yet, he can't conceive of abandoning the responsibility his brother Daraka entrusted to him.
Basara: Haah! Yah!
Basara: (I still have no idea what I can possibly do...)
Basara: (But I can't do anything without getting stronger first!)
Basara: Hup!
Basara: Hraaah! Seiya!
Adana: ...
Basara: Hiyaaah!
Adana: Basara...
Basara: I know.
Attendant: My lord, pardon the interruption during your training.
Basara: What is it?
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Basara turns to face the attendant who called out to him.

A Wish for Everlasting Peace: Scene 3

At the War's end, a grown-up Basara with the status of first war deity stands before the ruins of the estate, reflecting on the lost lives and what he must do to ensure continued peace. In the present day, Basara and Vajra engage in a thoughtful exchange on the essence of leadership, reaffirming their mutual reliance and shared commitment.


Basara: What is it?
Attendant: Some of the young ones are saying they'd like you to train them...
Basara: Let me guess... Is this about that?
Attendant: Yes. They say they want to get strong quickly so they can go onto the battlefield and fight.
Basara: Refuse them. Send them back.
Attendant: Are you sure?
Basara: Yes. The battlefield is not their playground.
Attendant: Understood. I shall inform them.
Basara: Goodness gracious...
Basara sighs, all the while watched intently by his companion dog.
Adana: ...
Basara: What is it... You have something to say?
Adana: Maybe you shouldn't be so harsh. Occasionally sparring with them wouldn't hurt.
Basara: I can't allow them to go onto the battlefield.
Adana: Even so, their desire to become stronger can't be all bad, right?
Adana: And besides... No one understands the pain of staying weak better than you, Basara.
Basara: ...
Adana: You don't like weaklings, is that it?
Basara: It's not that...
Basara sheathes the sword he had been practicing with.
Basara: It's not that I dislike the weak. I dislike those who overreach recklessly despite their weakness...
Adana: Despite their weakness?
Basara: Weakness itself isn't a sin. It's the failure to recognize one's own weakness that is most sinful... in my opinion.
Basara's face clouds over as he recalls his own childhood, his feelings of powerlessness.
Basara: Uh-oh!
Daraka: Basara!
Daraka: Ngh... Haah!
He wonders if his brother could've survived had he not shielded Basara from the flames.
Deep inside Basara's heart, regret had always lingered.
Adana: ...
Feeling Basara's inner turmoil, Adana presses his snout against Basara's clenched fist.
Adana: Thanks to you coming to my rescue on that fateful night, I'm still alive today.
Basara: That's... true.
Basara kneels and gently hugs the now large and sturdy Adana.
Basara: I don't think they're fools who don't recognize their weakness. And I don't deny their desire to become strong.
Basara: But even so, I don't want to send them onto the battlefield.
Adana: Right.
Basara: There are many people in this home alone, and in the world at large. Not everyone is strong.
Basara: Thus I chose to become one of the strong, allowing me to protect those who aren't.
Basara: So that the young, the innocent, and the weak won't have to fight. That's why...
Basara tightens his embrace around Adana's neck.
Basara: I say we become stronger together, Adana.
Adana: Gladly.
Adana's warm tongue gently licks Basara's dry cheek.
Basara: You know the rest from what you heard in Dharma.
Vajra: Yes, the Divine Generals were formed...
Vajra: And you led skydwellers into battle.
Basara: Yes. And eventually, the war came to an end...
Basara: I have come to report to you... Father, Brothers.
Basara visits the ruins of the estate where he was born and raised.
Basara: I apologize for being late.
As one of the Divine Generals, Basara moved the entire clan to the Canine Temple.
It has been a while since his last visit.
Basara: The war is over. The Astrals have left, and the Sky Realm has achieved peace. However...
Basara surveys the ruins of the estate.
Though it had been burned down in the primal beast's attack, parts of it were mended afterward.
Unfortunately, the severely damaged parts were abandoned and left in disrepair.
Basara: If only I were stronger, I could have protected more of our allies...
In addition to his father and brothers, Basara quietly remembers the many companions he's lost in battle.
Basara: Adana... You're no longer with me...
There is no sense of victory nor joy in his murmured words.
Basara: (I gained the power of spirit channeling and fought relentlessly on the battlefield, eventually earning the reputation of war deity...)
Basara: (Yet at times, I feel as though I have not changed at all since childhood—remaining my weak and unreliable self...)
Basara: Father, Brothers... Was I right to become head of the clan?
There is no reply to his question, just the wind blowing through the ruined halls.
Even the voices of the spirits are silent at that moment.
Basara: Sigh...
Basara: Forgive me. Perhaps I've grown sentimental after such a long, hard-fought war.
Pup 3: Whimper...
A puppy wags its tail and sticks close to Basara, appearing out of nowhere.
Basara: You followed me all the way here... Hehe.
Basara: Although the war has ended, I remain the head of the Divine Canine clan... I cannot afford to let my guard down.
Basara crouches down to pick up the puppy.
Pup 3: Yelp! Yelp!
The puppy, happily licking Basara's face, is one of Adana's offspring.
Basara: Haha... That tickles.
Basara: Yes... I know.
Basara: I must further solidify the clan in order to safeguard the nexus between the realms...
Basara: So that the skies may know peace for a long time to come.
Basara: And to accomplish that, I'll have to...
Vajra: So that's why you were waiting in the Cave of Trials for the future leaders of the clan.
Basara: Indeed. I could not leave the clan in the hands of someone unreliable. I had to be the one to perform evaluations.
Eka & Dvi & Tri: Arf! Arf!
Garjana: Come here, you pups... Can't you see our master is having an important discussion with Basara?
Basara: It's all right, Garjana.
Realizing the dogs cannot hear him, Basara gestures with his arm to let Garjana know that it's okay.
Basara: When they're puppies, a bit of mischief is just right.
Vajra: Ahaha! Who's a lucky puppy? You guys are!
Eka & Dvi & Tri: Woof!
Vajra: Hehe... These little ones are able to play without a care under the clear blue skies...
Vajra: Only because you and the others fought to make it so, Brosara.
Basara: ...
Vajra: I can only imagine it, but war must be incredibly painful and sad.
Vajra: And that's exactly why I think we should never forget what you experienced in the War.
Vajra: Thank you, Brosara.
Basara: Humph. Acting all wise for a puppy...
Vajra: Earlier, you said that unlike yourself, I'm a natural-born leader...
Vajra: But if you ask me, Brosara, I think you make a great leader and an even more magnificent first war deity.
Basara: You don't exactly know my whole story.
Vajra: True, but I know that you cherish your family and friends, and that you're kind at heart.
Vajra: I think kindness is the strongest thing in the skies.
Vajra: And true strength comes from being the kindest of them all.
Basara: Interesting perspective...
Dazzled by Vajra's words, Basara's expression softens.
Vajra: I rely heavily on you too, Brosara!
Vajra shoots Basara a broad grin that causes him to pause for a moment before slowly shaking his head.
Basara: That won't do, Vajra.
Basara: It's your time now... I am merely a remnant of a time long past.
Vajra: But... Brosara...
Basara: But well, since you're still just a helpless puppy in many ways...
Basara: I suppose I can help a little. That's why I left the cave shrine and came along this far.
Basara: If you grow into a truly splendid war deity, ensuring the Sky Realm's peace is everlasting...
Basara: Then lingering in this world long after my body has crumbled will have been worthwhile.
Vajra: And to that end, please guide me from now on too, Ancestor!
Beneath the serene blue expanse, Basara feels a sense of pride in Vajra's carefree smile.

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JapaneseThis is an official transcription. EnglishThis is an official translation.

References

  1. ↑ Granblue Fantasy Official Blog Post, グランデフェス開催＆新キャラクター「バサラ」(リミテッドシリーズ)　水着バージョン「マキラ」「ル・オー」紹介のお知らせ
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