Scenario:Mirin - The World-Class Sword
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The World-Class Sword
(Captain) and the crew visit a village in search of a world-class sword Mirin read about in a journal in her hometown. They end up participating in a snow festival being held there, but after the festival Mirin realizes her furoshiki has gone missing. The villagers earnestly help her find it, and she resolves to repay their kindness by revitalizing the shrinking village.
One day Mirin joins (Captain) and the crew on a visit to a snow-covered village surrounded by mountains.
Mirin: Heh heh heh... We finally made it! This village is said to be home to a world-class sword!
Mirin: Wow... Everything's white as far as the eye can see. You can tell we're in an area that gets a lot of snow!
Lyria: Hehe. You seem excited, Mirin.
Mirin: Ahaha... Sorry, I got a little carried away. It snows a lot back home, so seeing this place made me all nostalgic.
Vyrn: Oh yeah? Does that mean you have weird-lookin' houses like that one over there?
Vyrn points at an old-fashioned house that differs slightly from the homes surrounding it.
The roof of the house slopes steeply, coming to a triangular point at the top that appears to pierce the sky.
A number of similar buildings can be seen scattered throughout the village.
Mirin: Yes. Where I'm from, we call those rooftops snowslayers.
Mirin: Building the roof at a sharp angle makes it hard for the snow to pile up.
Old Woman: Oh? I'm impressed a young lady like yourself knows about that.
Old Woman: We don't get many visitors around here. What inspired you to visit our little village out in the middle of nowhere?
Mirin: Well, you see, I once read an old travel journal back in my hometown.
Mirin: Inside were words written in the old language of my homeland: It was here in this village that I discovered a world-class sword.
Mirin: Father and I used to let our minds run wild dreaming about what it might be like.
Mirin: Was it breathtakingly beautiful? Exceptionally sharp? I wondered what sort of sword it would be.
Mirin's eyes sparkle with excitement as she speaks. But the old woman simply frowns in thought with a puzzled look on her face.
Old Woman: Hmm... A sword, you say? I've never heard of anything like that existing in this village.
Mirin: What! Really? But I'm sure this is the place that was mentioned in the journal!
Old Woman: I'm afraid this is just a small, quiet village. We don't have any cheap swords here, much less fancy ones like that.
Vyrn: Huh... Do you think maybe this is all a big mistake?
Mirin: No way...
Old Woman: Hmm... There aren't any swordsmiths around here either. Rather, our village has always been known for its dyed and woven fabrics.
Mirin: Gozaru! Did you say fabrics?
Sensing Mirin's interest, the old woman leads (Captain) and the crew to her shop.
Mirin: Wow! They're all so pretty!
Old Woman: I had a feeling you might like things like this, considering you're wearing such a lovely dress.
Mirin: I sure do! My mother actually made this... dress for me.
Mirin: And this furoshiki too!
Old Woman: I see. They look more and more beautiful the longer I stare at them. Your mother is quite skilled.
Mirin: Gozaru! They're my precious treasures.
Having found a kindred spirit in the elderly woman, Mirin tells her about her hometown, and about how she set off on a journey in order to learn about foreign cultures.
Old Woman: Oh, you're interested in other cultures? In that case, would you like to attend the festival taking place in our village today?
Mirin: A festival?
Lyria: Hm? Are you a fan of festivals, Mirin?
Mirin: Festivals and battles are both big occasions for a samurai! Is it okay if we go to the festival, (Captain)?
Mirin: Yay!
Vyrn: So what kinda festival is it?
Old Woman: It's an occasion to show our gratitude to the snow. We often place dyed fabrics on top of the snow to remove the color impurities and make them beautiful.
Old Woman: That's why the snow is so special to us, and we are deeply grateful for its blessings. The snow festival is our way of expressing that.
Mirin: A snow festival, huh... The mere thought sets my samurai soul on fire! Mirin, reporting for festival duty! Onward, fellow warriors—to the battlefield!
The woman escorts the crew to the village square where the festival is being held.
(Captain) and company arrive to find the celebrations already in full swing, and they waste no time joining in on a snowball fight.
Mirin: Here I come, Lyria!
Lyria: Eep... I hope I don't get hit.
Mirin: Made you look!
Vyrn: Hey! Now you've done it!
Mirin: A false sense of security can easily lead to one's downfall, Vyrn. A samurai must be prepared for battle at all times.
Mirin: That is the secret to surviving the lawless chaos of this snow festival.
Vyrn: Oh, come on! I ain't no samurai! And this is just a snowball fight, not a battle!
While Mirin is proudly sharing her words of wisdom, (Captain) creeps closer, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Mirin: Pwah! I'm hit!
Vyrn: Hey, what happened to all that stuff about being ready for battle?
Mirin: Urgh. There's only one thing to do now... I'm prepared to pay the ultimate price for my failure!
Lyria: What!
Wait, Mirin, you can't!
Wait, Mirin, you can't!
Mirin: Ahaha... I was just kidding. Sorry.
Choose: Pelt her in the stomach.
Mirin: Ngh! That was a splendid attack, (Captain)! You never fail to impress!
Vyrn: I mean... The captain just hit you in the gut with a snowball. It's not that big of a deal.
Mirin: But it just as easily could have been an arrow. It seems I still have much to learn.
Mirin: Huh? A snowball just grazed me...
Mirin: Gozaru! Did you just miss on purpose, (Captain)?
Mirin: Is this what they call a samurai's mercy? I'm glad I got the chance to experience it, but I have mixed feelings over my opponent taking pity on me...
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(Captain) and the crew enjoy the rest of the snow festival. But when the time comes for them to leave, Mirin comes to a terrible realization.
Mirin: G-gozaru! Gone! It's gone! I can't find it anywhere!
Lyria: Hm? What's wrong, Mirin?
Mirin: It's gone! I left my furoshiki here earlier, but it's missing!
Vyrn: Huh? You mean that cloth you were usin' to carry your stuff in place of a bag?
Mirin: Yes, that's the one. I left it here during the festival, but now I can't find it anywhere...
Villager 1: What happened? Is there some sort of problem?
(Captain) and the crew explain the situation to the villager. As more people gather, word begins to spread about the missing furoshiki.
The villagers join the crew in searching the area, but the cloth is nowhere to be found.
Mirin: Sniffle... I can't believe it's gone... That was a precious gift from my mother...
As tears begin to stream down Mirin's cheeks, the villagers quickly jump in to cheer her up.
Villager 1: Hang on! It's too early to give up!
Mirin: What?
Villager 2: That's right! Let's make sure to check every nook and cranny of the village. If we all look together, I'm sure we'll find it in no time!
Old Woman: Don't worry. Your furoshiki really stands out since it's so beautifully made. It'll be sure to catch someone's eye.
The people join together once again in search of the furoshiki. Some time later, one of the villagers comes running up to Mirin.
Villager 1: Heeey! Is this the cloth you were looking for? It was lying on the ground on the outskirts of the village.
Mirin: Gozaru! That's it! You found it!
Villager 1: Wonderful. There were monkey tracks in the area, so maybe it was one of the monkeys we've been seeing around recently getting into mischief.
Mirin: But none of the contents were taken. It's all here!
Old Woman: Is that so? I'm glad to hear it.
Mirin: Thank you so much... How can I ever repay you?
Old Woman: Please. That won't be necessary. You're one of our fellow festivalgoers.
Old Woman: The truth is, we were having a difficult time even holding the festival. So everyone was delighted when your crew appeared.
Mirin: Sniffle... Thank you... I'll never forget what you've done for me.
Considering the late hour, (Captain) and the crew take the elderly woman up on her offer to house them for the night.
Mirin: The people in this village are all so kind. I'm glad we came.
Lyria: Me too! The snow festival was a lot of fun.
Vyrn: But that old lady was talkin' about some really sad stuff.
Mirin: Yes. As the population here decreases, the village continues to lose its spark of life. It's a terrible shame.
Lyria: I guess that means the village's fabrics and snow festival will disappear one day too...
Mirin: ...
Mirin: No! I won't let that happen!
Mirin: A samurai must always repay the kindness shown to them! I will take it upon myself to breathe life back into this village!
Vyrn: Hmm... But how are you gonna do that?
Mirin: Well... Ahaha... I don't know yet.
Vyrn: Sheesh... Weren't we supposed to be here looking for a sword?
Mirin smiles sheepishly, but her mind is already firmly made up.
Her eyes shine with a burning passion as she begins to brainstorm ways to save the village.