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Official Profile

Age Unknown
Height 130 cm
Race Draph
Hobbies Training, meditation
Special Talents {{{talentsjp}}}
Likes Eating a meaty dinner
Dislikes Loud people, friendly people

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A no-nonsense swordsman charged with Drang's protection, Sturm lives her life by the sword. She rarely shows interest in other more trifling matters unless she feels her personal code has been violated. If that ever happens, you better watch out. Willing to take on any job for money, no matter how dirty, Sturm meets her clients expectations exactly, making her something of a famous mercenary in less scrupulous circles. Accompanied by Drang, Sturm currently works for the empire.

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Age 不明
Height 130cm
Race ドラフ
Hobbies 鍛練、瞑想
Special Talents {{{talentsjp}}}
Likes 肉料理
Dislikes 騒がしい奴、気さくな奴

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ドランクの護衛を務めるストイックな剣士。
剣の道に生きており、それ以外のことにはあまり興味を示さないが、自分の信条に反することに関してはとことん熱くなる。
金のためなら汚れ仕事でも厭わず引き受け、依頼主の期待通りの働きを見せるため、裏の世界では優れた傭兵として有名。
現在はドランクと共に帝国に雇われている。

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Background

Events

Platinum Sky II
Sturm and Drang: A Mercenary's Life
Happy New Year! 2023
Heart of the Sun
Happy Valentine's! 2024
Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood: The Blue Skies of Jannat

Main Quest


Trivia

  • Sturm has character banter with Drang while together in battle.
  • Sturm and Drang's names are based on a real life movement of literature and music called "Sturm und Drang".[5]

Special Cutscenes

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Happy Birthday Cutscenes
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1 ✔

Pssh, I would never have thought a naive fool like you would have even lived to see your next birthday...
It's important to live your life and not just let life happen around you when your path is as dangerous as ours.
So, I'll humor you and celebrate today... I always remember to appreciate the fact that I've made it through another year safely...
Congratulations... Take care that you make it to your next birthday.

2 ✔

I can't believe it's already been an entire year.
Looking back to where you were before, how does it make you feel?
What's wrong with being a little introspective once in a while? This day only comes once a year y'know.

3 ✔

Looks like your birthday's here again.
We've known each other a long time now.
You've always been a naive kid, but that's worked for you up till now. No need to fix what ain't broke I guess.
Hope you make it to your next birthday safely.
Congrats.

4 ✔

It's your birthday today, right, (Captain)?
Never thought I'd end up being here for so many of them.
If you'd told me a few years ago that we'd be sharing birthday cake today, I'd've thought you were crazy.
Since I got into this line of work, most of my relationships have been about the length of the mission at hand.
Lately though, the number of people who stick around afterward just keeps growing.
Drang, the Black Knight... and you.
I didn't ask for this, but I guess it's an occupational hazard.
I'll be around as long as you're useful.
I may as well help you celebrate, since I'm here anyway.
Happy birthday.
5 ✔

Happy birthday.
It's thanks to you that I can keep updating my record of our journey together.
You have so many people around you now that it's getting hard to grasp the Black Knight's interests.
What started as just three people and one creature has grown to be something so big... Witnessing that has been most amusing.
I've never seen any other crew grow so much in such a short time.
Are you planning to double that by next year or something? Eventually you'll be able to build your own country.
Hmph... I meant that in a good way. I'm eager to see just how far you'll go.

Happy New Year Cutscenes
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1 ✔

Hm? Still sleepy? Come on, it's New Year's Day. Can't have you half dead on the first day of the year.
All right, come with me. We're gonna wake you right up with some morning training.
Drang's snoring away and I need a replacement for him.
What? No, why should I bother to wake him up.
Humph... Let sleeping dogs lie.
It's sink or swim in our line of work. You can spend all your time writing New Year's resolutions, or you can be out there actually doing them.

2 ✔

Humph, about time you woke up. Time to start the new year. Hurry up and get ready.
I finished my morning training and you still weren't up. How long are you going to keep me waiting?
What? Y-yeah, I've been waiting for you, so what...
Q-quit it! Wipe that smirk off your face! I've got a sword and I'm not afraid to use it!
3 ✔

Oh, (Captain). I'm just finishing off my training for today.
The sun should be coming up soon. Skies know I've been waiting long enough.
Drang said he wanted to watch it with me. But—surprise, surprise—he's still asleep.
Humph. Not my job to wake him up.
Ah, the sky's brightening up. It's almost time. Glad I'm able to see this with you, at least.

4 ✔

(Captain), happy New Year.
You're up early.
Beginning the new year on an early note shows dedication to be better.
Sigh... If only Drang would follow suit. But he's a lost cause...
Since you're here, how about you help me train, (Captain).
Maybe this bout will show us what's in store for the year.

5 ✔

Happy New Year. So you've gotten used to waking up early for New Year's.
Drang got up early for once too, but he was being so loud that I made him go back to bed.
So it's just going to be you and me for the New Year's shrine visit that we planned. Any objections?
All right, then why don't we spar for a bit before we set out?
I hear the clashing sound of metal wards off evil. It'll be good luck for the new year.

Valentine's Day Cutscenes
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1 ✔

Here... Well, what're you waiting for? Take it.
Just shut up and take it. Don't make me stab you.
I-I just felt like giving you something, okay! It doesn't mean anything special!
B-but if you happen to try them... Just let me know if you like them... Okay?

2 ✔

Tsk... Who in the world started all this Valentine's Day nonsense anyway...
Hey. Got a second? Best we talk somewhere more discreet.
H-here... This is for you. Just like I said last year, this doesn't mean anything special...
Wh-what's with the face! I gave chocolates last year, didn't I?
It's for Valentine's Day, okay! Don't make me say it!

3 ✔

Here, take it.
Wh-what? It's not like this is anything new.
You knew I was going to give this to you anyway.
Whatever! I did what I came for! I'm going now!

4 ✔

Oh, it's just you, (Captain).
...
What's with the face? Stop that!
Why are you looking at me all expectant?
Okay, okay! Take your chocolate and go!

5 ✔

It's Valentine's Day. Take it.
What's with that dissatisfied expression? I made sure to prepare something again this year.
What? No, I didn't make it. I just bought it. So what—
Fine, fine! Stop it with the teary eyes!
A-anyway, just take it! I'll... try making some next year...
I grew up with younger siblings, so I always end up going soft on people when they make that kind of face...
Just hang in there until next year. No more making that face, got it?

Gift
Raspberry Chocolate Cake
White Day Cutscenes
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1 ✔

What? This... is for me?
White Day? I-I see... Well, I might as well accept.
Ah, er... I-I should say thanks, I guess.
S-stop laughing! This doesn't happen to me often, okay... Well, I don't mind the gift, so thanks.

2 ✔

What? If you've got something to say, then say it.
Oh, y-you're right. It's White Day, isn't it.
Th-thanks for the gift... I appreciate it.
(Captain), I never forgot what you told me last year about saying thanks for these things.

3 ✔

Oh, it... It's White Day today... I get it.
Every single year... You never give up, do you?
Th-thanks... I appreciate it.

4 ✔

(Captain)? What?
Y-you have something for me?
What? You actually don't?
Well... I wasn't expecting anything anyway!
I'm leaving! You hear me!
W-what! Don't try and stop me! I said I'm leaving...
Sigh... Is this a White Day present...
Why'd you get me all riled up! If you got something for me, say that from the start!
5 ✔

...
Th-thanks... for the present.
...
Sigh... This is about the only response I can make every single year...
Well... Obviously I'm happy. I'm just not used to this kind of thing.
You're going to make me a cup of tea? Thanks. Meanwhile, I'll try to calm down.
By the way, if you happen to see Drang, get him over here. I'm sure I'll calm down once I give him a jab.

Trick or Treat Cutscenes
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1 ✔

You want candy or you'll play a trick on me? You should pull that on Drang.
That dummy's pockets are so filled with candy that it's all spilling out. I don't know what he's doing...

2 ✔

I'm warning you right now: I don't have candy, and I'm not interested in anyone's ideas of trickery.
If you want candy, ask Drang. He'll probably give you some.
And if you must insist on playing tricks... I suggest you prepare yourself for the repercussions.

3 ✔

Trick or treat?
Sigh... You never learn, do you?
Fine. Here's some candy.
N-no, I didn't have it ready! I just happened to have some on me!
Drang forced them on me, saying it was because it's Halloween.

4 ✔

Hey, (Captain). Trick or treat.
What's with that face? It's not like I'm possessed by the holiday spirit or anything.
I just wanted to beat you to the punch and take the wind out of your pranking sails.
You don't have any candy? It's not like I wanted it...
Nope, I'm not gonna prank you, either! Do you actually want me to?
Fine. You asked for it. Get ready for a good stabbing.

5 ✔

Sturm is nowhere to be seen.
The streets are filled with Halloween festivities as (Captain) walks through them in search of Sturm.
Someone suddenly comes up behind (Captain) and holds the captain in place.
Don't move. Open your mouth.
Sturm pushes something into (Captain)'s mouth.
Don't worry, it's just a cookie. Have you eaten it? Good.
Hmph... With that, my mission of accomplishing a trick and a treat is complete. I'm done.
What... Do it again, you say?
Stop looking so happy! You're not supposed to be enjoying it! Who do you think you are, Drang?

Happy Holidays Cutscenes
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1 ✔

Humph. Everyone's all excited and happy about the holidays.
Drang got especially carried away. I'll teach him to know better...
Anyway, here you go. What? What's with the face?
It's a present. It's the holidays after all. I put a lot of thought into it, so you better like it.

2 ✔

Hm? What's with all the fidgeting?
A present? What about it? Yeah, I have one for you this year too.
Humph, you seem surprised. Well, I know it might seem out of character, but that's just how I was raised.
My family would always make sure we got the entire family together to celebrate something.
So I can't sit still till I've gotten someone's present ready.

3 ✔

... What?
Humph. If you're hoping for something, you're setting yourself up for disappointment.
Wha! Don't make that face! I-I was only joking...
Look! See? Of course I have a present for you.
Sigh... Should have known never to take Drang's advice on humor.

4 ✔

Oh, (Captain)... How many times have I spent this night with you?
Rest assured. I have a present for you...
Huh? What is this?
A present for me?
!
Don't get all emotional on me!
But... Thank you...

5 ✔

All right, we're going to exchange goods. First, we'll both put our goods onto the table at the count of three.
Three, two, one... Go.
Don't touch any of the goods I put out yet. If you make any kind of suspicious movement, you're dead.
Now, at the count of three again, we'll take each other's goods at the same time.
Three, two, one... Go. Now we inspect the goods. If there are no issues with the goods, then the transaction is complete.
This is how transactions go in risky situations. But it should run smoothly if you go in this sequence—it's how I do it too.
Why am I doing this all of a sudden, you ask?
That's because you fool around with me every single time! Watch it before I jab you!

Fate Episodes

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Dinner Dangers

Sturm and Drang are enjoying dinner at a bar they frequent. Much to Sturm's embarrassment, Drang brings up a tender moment between her and Orchis, prompting her to bring wrath upon Drang.


Owner: Here are your drinks!
Drang: Wonderful, thanks a bunch.
Owner: I haven't seen you two in awhile.
Drang: Ah, well, you know. Things have been kinda hectic lately. But I've always had a hankerin' for your cookin'.
Owner: Goodness, Drang, you're ever the smooth talker!
Drang: I'm just speaking from the heart.
Drang: It's not like I'm expecting a little extra on my plate, know what I mean?
Owner: Hahaha! You're such a card!
Drang: Here, Sturm, this one's yours.
Drang cheerfully converses with the bar owner, as he is wont to do, while placing a large mug in front of Sturm.
Sturm: Ah.
Owner: Right then, take your time and enjoy yourselves! That goes for you too, Sturm.
Sturm: Uh-huh.
Drang: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there, Sturm!
Sturm quickly raises the mug to her lips, but Drang stops her from tasting a single drop.
Sturm: Why did you stop me? This is what I ordered.
Drang: Pre-drink protocol.
Drang: Cheers! Here's to another—
Sturm: Another what? Don't get so carried away over nothing.
Drang: We made it safely through another day. Isn't that good enough?
Sturm: Sigh... Fine, do as you like.
Sturm polishes off her drink in a single gulp and sets down the empty mug.
Sturm: Get me another. Same thing.
Drang: You never stop to savor your drinks, do you. Barkeep!
Drang calls over a bartender to order another round.
A waiter soon delivers a plate of sizzling food, which the pair begin eating without delay.
Drang: Hey, Sturm. Gonna eat that kebab?
Sturm: I'm going to eat that kebab.
Drang: Trade you for some of those steamed veggies?
Sturm: Go for it.
Drang: Thanks! Chomp, chomp...
Oh, by the way...
Drang: I'm glad we're meeting with the boss tomorrow afternoon.
Sturm: Mm-hmm.
Chomp, chomp...
Drang: Gee, I wonder what kind of mood she'll be in.
Sturm: A bad one. She's never ever in a good mood.
Drang: Don't say that, Sturm. Sheesh.
Sturm: But it's true. She has a scowl on her face every time I see her.
Drang: Let's put the boss aside and talk about someone else then. I bet Orchis is doing well!
Sturm: As far as I'm concerned, she doesn't feel anything.
Drang: Are you sure about that? Seems to me she experiences good and bad just like we do.
Sturm: I wouldn't know.
Drang: Huh? I could've sworn you had a strong connection with her!
Sturm: Where'd you get that idea? I've never been good with children.
Drang: You keep telling yourself that, but I've seen you being nice to her.
Sturm: What are you talking about? I never—
Drang: Remember when you...
Sturm: ...
Orchis: ...
Sturm: ...
Orchis: ...
Though it's barely audible, the rumbling of a small stomach pierces the silence.
Orchis: Ah...
Sturm throws a glance at Orchis before rummaging through her cloak for something.
Orchis: Um, I'm sorry...
Sturm: It's fine. I'm not angry.
Sturm fishes out a piece of candy and thrusts it toward Orchis.
Sturm: Eat.
Orchis: Um...
Sturm: Eat. It's just candy.
Orchis: Okay.
Sturm: ...
Orchis: Mm... It's sweet.
Sturm: Is it, now?
Orchis: Thank you, Sturm.
Sturm: Be careful not to choke on it.
Orchis: Okay.
Drang: And that's what happened.
Sturm: Were you spying on me, Drang?
Drang: Oh, come on. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I think she likes you too.
Sturm: Drang...
Sturm: Don't get wrapped up in emotions. This is work we're talking about.
Drang: Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. But you know this is how I do things!
Sturm: Humph.
Drang: Hey, pass me that stuff over there.
Sturm: It's called salt.
Drang: But we're the best of friends, so you knew exactly what I wanted without me having to say anything!
Sturm: Cut the jokes.
Drang: Brrr... So icy. Oh, and another thing...
Drang: Remember that skyfarer crew we keep running into? The one with the blue-haired girl and the cute talking lizard?
Sturm: How could I forget.
Drang: Oooh, they actually managed to lodge themselves in your brain, eh?
Sturm: It's part of the job. That crew has something to do with our boss's plans...
Drang: Yep, yep. No objections here, so simmer down, Sturm.
Drang: I have a feeling we're gonna run into those kids soon enough.
Drang: They seemed like they had some spunk. Why, I might even be looking forward to seeing them again!
Sturm: Get serious. I won't show you any mercy if you get in the way of my job.
Drang: Aha! So as long as I don't get in the way of your job, everything else is fair game!
Sturm: You're a windy windbag.
Sturm sets down her fork and stands up.
Drang: What, are you done eating? I'm—
Drang: Yeowch!
Drang: Ah-ah-ah... Owie, owie! Quit poking me, Sturm!
Sturm: Shut up.
Drang: Yow! That hurts, Sturm! Since we're done here, stop poking me and grab the check!
Drang: You're so much lovelier when you're busy stuffing your face, you know that?
Sturm: Sh-shut up! I obviously can't do anything to you when I'm eating!
Drang: Yeeeowch! The stinging! It... stings!
Owner: Hm? Oh, they're at it again. I take it the meal's over?
Sturm: Yes. Thanks for the food.
Drang: Wait, I'm still—ow—eating! For crying out loud, I can't get a word in stabwise!
Owner: Here's your bill.
Sturm: Uh-huh.
Drang: Augh! Wait up!
Drang's pitiful cries echo through the quaint little bar.
And another typical night out for the duo comes to an end.

Silence Is Golden

Sturm, Drang, and the Black Knight act as decoys for the crew in the streets of Agastia. They clash with the imperial forces.


The sound of pounding footsteps resounds through the streets of Agastia.
Sturm, Drang, and the Black Knight are acting as decoys to lure away the imperials.
Drang: Goodness, I sure hope (Captain) and the others are okay.
Sturm: Is this really the time to be worrying about them?
Drang: Good point. Your confidence in them is unshakable, Sturm.
Sturm: That's not what I said.
Drang: Oof! Could you not stab me, Sturm? I'm tryin' to run here!
Sturm: Humph.
Drang: There may only be three of us, but with you and the boss here, Sturm, we're practically unstoppable!
Drang: Yup! Nothin' to worry about!
Black Knight: You two are in no position to be chatting idly away.
Imperial Soldier 1: I found them! They went this way!
Sturm: They're here.
Imperial Soldier 2: There are three fugitives! Surround them!
Imperial Soldier 1: You've got nowhere to run! Give it up!
Black Knight: Heh... You have no idea what you're getting into.
Black Knight: Throwing bodies at your opponents instead of having a fair fight... The imperial army has grown quite cowardly since I've been away.
Sturm: I'll hold the rear.
Drang: Okeydoke, Sturm! Leave this side to me!
Black Knight: Charge! Show them no mercy!

Silence Is Golden: Scene 2

The Black Knight orders Sturm and Drang to set off for a certain location. As the pair hurries down some backstreets, an agent from Sturm's past confronts her, but all she can do is glare back in silence.


Imperial Soldier: Guh...
Drang: Outstanding! I think we mopped up all of our pursuers.
Sturm: How boring. I'm just getting warmed up. Next.
Drang: Oho! I don't think I've ever seen you so motivated before, Sturm!
Black Knight: I'm afraid you can't take a breather just yet. Right now I need you two to go somewhere.
Sturm: ...?
Sturm and Drang take to the backstreets as commanded by the Black Knight.
Drang: All righty then. First we need to get back to the airship.
Sturm: And we'd better hurry. This is a race against time.
Drang: Exactly! Let's just forget about the whole stealth thing and take the main roads.
Sturm: You want to blend in with the crowd?
Drang: We don't stick out as much as the boss. We'll be fine if we just act naturally.
Sturm: Okay, let's go.
Drang: Ah! Wait, Sturm!
Townsperson 1: Oh my, if it isn't Sturm and Drang. It's good to see your faces again.
Drang: Mm-hm, long time no see!
Townsperson 2: Hi there, Sturm! Try not to pull a Drang!
Drang: Hold on, now! What's that supposed to mean?
Sturm: Keep moving.
???: Sturm?
Drang: Heh, we aren't being chased by soldiers anymore, but the townspeople sure are slowing us down.
Sturm: It shouldn't be a problem as long as you keep your mouth shut.
Drang: It's okay to praise me. Just say: "that was a fantastic idea you had, Drang!"
???: Hey, you! Yeah, you! Sturm!
Drang: Hm?
Sturm: It's him...
???: I knew it was you! It's been, what, five years? No, gotta be more like ten.
Sturm: ...
???: Man, seeing you in Erste again really brings back memories... I can still call you Sturm, right?
Drang: Um, friend of yours?
Agent 1: We were agents way back when. Worked together, all that jazz.
Sturm: Only once.
Agent 1: Mmm... That attitude of yours hasn't changed either...
Drang: Whoa, look at the time! I'm sure you've got a lot of catching up to do, but we're in a bit of a hurry.
Drang: Come on, Sturm.
Agent 1: Wait! Not so fast! We finally meet after all these years, and you give me the cold shoulder?
Sturm: Persistent louse. I have no business with you.
Agent 1: Oh? Still as sassy as I remember!
Agent 1: We suffered dearly because of you, and it looks like you haven't learned a damned thing.
Sturm: Don't you dare.
Agent 1: Yo, Mr. Erune. She your boss now? Sidekick maybe?
Agent 1: I don't really care who you are, but you'd best keep an eye on her. I'd consider getting a new partner if I were you.
The man chortles with disdain.
Sturm continues to glare at him, her fists clenched and quivering in fury.

Silence Is Golden: Scene 3

The agent blames Sturm for causing a past mission to fail, but Drang pulls her away when imperials show up. The agent flags down the soldiers, and they ambush Sturm and Drang.


Agent 1: We're about to reach the site of the monster horde. I need a few people to scout ahead.
Agent 2: I'll go. And, uh... you. Sturm, was it? You're with me.
Sturm: Understood.
Sturm: Hey. This isn't the way...
Agent 2: Excuse me? Are you saying I'm wrong?
Sturm: There are no signs of monsters here.
Agent 2: That's why we're searching the area. It's called scouting.
Sturm: But—
Agent 2: Shut it! Just do as I say, rookie!
Monsters: Groaaar!
Agent 1: Damn it! There are too many of them! We're surrounded!
Monster: Gyaaah!
Merchant 1: Yaaargh!
Merchant 2: Aaaah!
Agent 2: Wh-what's the situation?
Agent 1: What the hell were you two doing out there? These monsters are ripping us to shreds!
Monster: Groaaar!
???: Rah!
Agent 1: Why do you think I sent you two ahead? You were supposed to prevent this from happening!
Agent 2: Yeah, but...
Monsters: Groaaar!
Sturm: Hah!
Sturm: This isn't the time to talk!
Agent 2: I-it was her fault! All of it!
Sturm: Huh?
Agent 2: She got us so lost that I couldn't detect any monsters—
Sturm: That was you!
Agent 2: Shut up, girl! This is exactly why I told you to listen to me!
Sturm: What are you talking about! I—
Agent 1: Enough! We'll deal with this later. And as for you, Sturm...
Agent 1: We'll be sure to scrutinize your part in this debacle!
Sturm: ...
Agent 1: Man...
Agent 1: This woman has no understanding of the core tenets of being a good agent: trust and communication.
Sturm: I don't remember doing anything to be ashamed of.
Drang: Hm?
Drang catches a glimpse of imperial soldiers on the other side of the street.
Drang: Sturm.
Sturm: Yeah.
The two lock eyes briefly and then bolt in an instant.
Agent 1: Wha? Hold it right there!
Agent 1: Ugh... Those two make me sick to my stomach!
Imperial Soldier 1: You there! Have you seen an Erune male with a Draph female around here?
Agent 1: An Erune and a Draph... Heh, it all makes sense now.
The man's lips contort into a shifty smirk.
Agent 1: If that's who you're looking for...
Sturm and Drang manage to elude the agent. They slow from a run to a quick walk.
Drang: Looks like we're in the clear. We should be home free from here.
Sturm: I'm guessing you have questions for me.
Drang: You mean... about what just happened?
Sturm: ...
Drang: Nah, I—
Agent 1: Grah!
Drang: Ugh!
Sturm: Drang!
Drang: What... was that? It hurts...
Blood begins to flow from a gash on Drang's arm.
Agent 1: Hah! Serves you right!
Sturm: What do you want from us?
Agent 1: Oh, no. I'm not the one you should be asking.
Imperial Soldier 1: There they are!
Sturm: Imperials?
Agent 1: Well, best of luck to you guys!
Drang: Oh, brother. You've gotten yourself into a real pickle this time, Drang...
Imperial Soldier 1: Don't move! You will comply!
Drang: Guess there's only way out of this, eh, Sturm?
Sturm: Sit tight.
Drang: Huh? Are you out of your mind? You can't take them all on by yourself.
Sturm: Listen to me. You're only going to get in the way with that injury of yours.
Drang: I know, but...
Sturm: I'm in a real bad mood right now. Do you want to get on my bad side too?
Drang: Um... I think I'll pass...
Imperial Soldier 1: What are you whispering about? If you're thinking about escaping, think again!
Sturm: Sorry, but I have no intention of running. I have every intention of making you all eat dirt though!

Silence Is Golden: Scene 4

After defeating the imperials, Drang tells Sturm that he has complete faith in her. Sturm silently delights at the remark... until Drang's tendency to say too much leads to more stabbings from her.


Drang: Phew! You're a tough one, Sturm! And so cool too!
Sturm: Stop screwing around. We're wasting time. Let's go.
Drang: Yes, ma'am.
Drang: Hey, Sturm.
Sturm: What is it? If it's not important, then save it for later.
Drang: I don't care about what you used to be like. You're everything to me now, Sturm.
Sturm: Is this about what happened before?
Drang: And when it comes to believing either you or that awful guy, I think the choice is pretty clear.
Drang: I'm willing to bet the boss and everyone in (Captain)'s crew thinks the same way too.
Sturm: Heh.
Drang: Man, I really wish I could've met the young you though!
Drang: Oops! Not that you're all that old or anything!
Sturm: Why can't you ever keep your mouth shut?
Drang: Augh! That hurts, Sturm!
Drang: Come on, have you seen my arm? If I get any worse I won't be able to run!
Sturm: Keep your voice down. What do you think will happen if we get caught again?
Drang: Then it'll be your fault! No one made you poke me in the first place!
Sturm: Humph. Let's press on.
Despite the obstacles they've had to overcome, the duo continues moving forward, never wavering from their goal.
But what awaits them at the end is a tale for another time.

The Legendary Cursed Sword

Having finished all of their current jobs, Sturm and Drang are taking a break. With the duo temporarily parting ways, Sturm heads to the Mercenary's Guild to pick up letters from her family, where she is caught by the guild leader, Donna. Sturm explains that she won't replace her in the post, but Donna says that she actually needs a job done, one related to the legendary cursed sword Ixaba.


Sturm: Stay behind me.
Rookie Mercenary: Understood, Miss Sturm. I have your back.
Strange Undead: ...
The undead's crude katana shines ominously in the moonlight.
Sturm: The legendary cursed sword Ixaba, and you, who are possessed by it...
Sturm: Will pay for my dad's death!
Strange Undead: Come.
Sturm: Haaah!
A few days earlier...
Sturm: Drang.
Drang: Munch, munch, munch...
Sturm: Drang, are you listening to me?
Drang: Munch, munch, munch... Zzz...
Sturm: ...
Drang: Ouch! Did you just stab me, Sturm? What gives?
Sturm: Don't sleep while you're chewing.
Drang: Oh, did I doze off? Sorry, I'm still feeling pretty groggy.
Drang: I guess my body's excited to get some rest now that we've finished up all those jobs.
Drang: I'll be doing a lot of sleeping for a whi—
Drang: ...
Yeah, yeah. Yes, I get it!
Sturm: ...
Sturm: (Ever since Drang visited his hometown, he's been saying that those magical orbs talk to him...)
Drang: I know, I know, our duty to protect the Sky Realm. Yes, I'll back to my village and check on the seal. Okay, you don't have to keep reminding me.
Drang: Ow! What'd I do this time?
Sturm: I'll believe you on the voices that only you hear. However, the stuff about protecting the skies is...
Drang: B-but it's real! You saw those eyeballs too, didn't you?
Sturm: Okay, I'll leave it at that. Just make sure to see a doctor, all right?
Drang: It really is real, though...
Sturm: Anyway, I'll be taking some time off too. Make sure you recover. Later.
Drang: Hold up, Sturm. Are you heading to the guild to get your mail?
Sturm: Yes. What about it?
Drang: A little bird told me that Donna's making moves on picking a new guild leader.
Sturm: I see...
Donna: Hey there, Sturm. Glad to see that you're looking cheerful as ever.
Sturm: ...
Donna: I hear you've been fully booked lately. It really warms my heart that you'd come to see me even though you're so busy.
Sturm: I only came here to pick up letters from my family.
Sturm: You're the one who dragged me to your office as soon as I stepped through the door.
Donna: Well, don't sweat the details. There's something we need to talk about.
Sturm: If it's about heading the guild after you retire, I've already made it clear that—
Donna: No, no, I want to talk about a job I have for you.
Sturm: A job?
Donna: Yeah, a tricky one. I'll need a veteran mercenary like you to handle it or things could get dicey.
Sturm: ...
No, not interested. I'm taking a break from work.
Sturm: Ask another experienced mercenary. You've got plenty of them.
Donna: It's not just about experience. I need a dyed-in-the-wool mercenary, someone who can be trusted to get a job done right.
Donna: I can't send anyone who might be tempted by their own passions or the prospect of quick glory and end up complicating things further.
Sturm: What exactly does that mean?
Donna: Hmm... This should clear things up for you.
Donna: The job may well involve the legendary cursed sword Ixaba.

The Legendary Cursed Sword: Scene 2

Sturm takes the job and sets out to defeat the undead that holds Ixaba. Upon arriving at the village where it is located, she finds a dozen mercenaries arguing over who will be the one to claim the blade. A young girl, clearly new to the profession, attracts the crowd's ire and Sturm jumps in to help her. After silencing the complaints of the rowdy mercenaries, she agrees to let the rookie accompany her.


Sturm: ...
Donna: Wow, I didn't expect anyone to make it through all that unscathed.
Donna: You're pretty strong for someone so young.
Sturm: What do you want?
Donna: Nothing. This battle only just ended, right?
Donna: I noticed you and wanted to say hello. Strength is important to us mercenaries, after all.
Donna: Where'd you learn the sword?
Sturm: I have no reason to tell you.
Donna: Come on, don't be like that. We could end up fighting shoulder to shoulder on some battlefield next time we meet, couldn't we?
Sturm: ...
Sturm: ...
From my dad.
Sturm: (That's Donna for you...)
Having accepted the job related to Ixaba, Sturm heads to the village that sent the request in order to learn more details.
Sturm: (My understanding is that the undead I need to exterminate shows up somewhere around this village.)
Rowdy Voice 1: Get the hell out of here! I told you all that I'm doing this!
Rowdy Voice 2: You get outta here! This job's mine!
Sturm: Huh?
Sturm approaches the commotion, where she finds a dozen rowdy mercenaries who seem completely out of place in the small village.
Rowdy Mercenary 1: Don't ya know that Ixaba's cursed? It only obeys people worthy of bein' called a god of war!
Rowdy Mercenary 2: That's why I'm tellin' you to go home, third-rate! I'm gonna be the one to get Ixaba and become the strongest mercenary of all time!
Village Chief: W-well... so long as someone does the job, we villagers don't really mind who it is...
Rowdy Mercenary 1: I'm tellin' you, I'm gonna be the one who kills that undead!
Rowdy Mercenary 2: That legendary sword is gonna be mine!
Sturm: What do you people think—
Rookie Mercenary: Excuse me, village chief.
Rookie Mercenary: I'll be taking the job to defeat the undead that's wielding Ixaba.
Village Chief: R-right... You seem quite young for a mercenary.
Rowdy Mercenary 2: What are you, stupid? Ixaba's never gonna obey a little greenhorn like you.
Sturm: ...
Rowdy Mercenary 1: You think you can look down on us? Maybe a little roughin' up from your superiors will help you learn that strength is everything to us mercenaries!
Sturm: Hey, leave—
Rowdy Mercenary 1: Take this!
The young girl easily dodges the ruffian's utterly unjustified attack.
Rookie Mercenary: You're right. And as such...
Before the man can strike again, she hits him with a rapidly-casted blast of fire magic.
Rowdy Mercenary 1: Graaah!
Sturm: ...!
Rookie Mercenary: I know that strength is everything to mercenaries, of course. Why wouldn't I have done research into the profession I am joining?
Sturm: (She's skilled for her age. I guess I was underestimating her too. However...)
Rowdy Mercenary 2: Don't get too big for your boots!
Rookie Mercenary: Behind me? I—
Sturm: Never forget, there's plenty of guys like these bumping around. Things like this happen to me too.
Rookie Mercenary: Wh-who are you?
Sturm: Hah!
Sturm: So never let your guard down once a fight has started, even if you take out all the enemies in front of you.
Rookie Mercenary: I-I see. Thank you...
Sturm: You can ignore these idiots, elder. I'm the one the Mercenary's Guild sent to deal with your request.
Rowdy Mercenary 3: W-what! Hey, bein' famous doesn't mean you can just show up and—
Sturm: You're the ones who thought you could "just show up." The guild's already given this job to me.
Sturm: But as you said earlier, my fame is less important than which one of us is stronger.
Sturm: So... If you have a problem, then come at me.
Rowdy Mercenary 3: I... I can't back down after coming all the way to this rinky-dink village!
Rowdy Mercenary 4: Ixaba's gonna be mine!
Sturm: Finally, some peace and quiet.
Rookie Mercenary: That swordplay...
Sturm: Now, where's that undead?
Village Chief: Ah, right! If you go deep into the nearby forest—
Rookie Mercenary: Excuse me, Miss Sturm.
Sturm: "Miss"?
Muile: My name is Muile. I'd like to accompany you on this task.
Sturm: No. This is my job.
Muile: Yes, I apologize for trying to take it earlier. However, I only want to join you on it. I need no part of the reward.
Sturm: Meaning you want Ixaba instead. Not happening.
Muile: No, I don't need Ixaba either.
Sturm: ...
Muile: I just want... I just want experience, and the chance to see how a veteran mercenary does her job.
Sturm: ...
Sturm: (Magic's always good to have against an undead, so it would be convenient. What's more...)
Sturm: I was never able to be so open about it...
Muile: Excuse me?
Sturm: All right. But we'll split the reward.
Sturm: Don't do work for free. It drags your name as a mercenary through the mud, and...
Muile: And makes it seem like I'm looking down on the job and client. I apologize, it is as you say.
Sturm: ...
Glad that you get it. Let's go.
Muile: Right.
With that, the two head into the depths of the forest where the undead that wields Ixaba awaits them.

The Legendary Cursed Sword: Scene 3

Sturm and the rookie mercenary, a girl named Muile, easily fend off a monster attack as they make their way through the forest. Sturm notes that Muile is skilled for a beginner and knows how to protect others. They eventually find their target, but are overwhelmed by the undead's strength. Muile manages to catch him off guard with a sword she had been hiding, buying time for the pair to beat a quick retreat.


Donna: Heh!
Sturm: Hah!
Donna: ...
Sturm: Donna, our squad is pushing too far up.
Donna: Wow, you've really got a good eye on our surroundings. I doubt anyone but you has noticed.
Sturm: If you know I'm right, then cut it out.
Sturm: You're the commander this time, but I'm not forming a suicide pact with a squad I was randomly assigned to.
Donna: Hey, don't worry about it. We're almost at the end.
Sturm: What?
The pair suddenly hears cheers coming from afar, and a messenger arrives bearing news of victory.
Donna: See?
Sturm: ...
Donna: Pushing ourselves a bit at the very end earns us some extra reputation for next time, and a chance for me to negotiate for some extra pay.
Donna: I'll need some proof... Where's the commander of those mercenaries we just took down?
Donna: Ah, there we are. Look, this even has a name engraved in it.
Sturm's eyes go wide upon seeing the blade that Donna is examining.
Sturm: That sword...
Donna: Look familiar?
Sturm: My dad... had one that looked much like it.
Donna: Oh?
Donna: Knights from a certain kingdom were provided with these swords. But then there was a revolution...
Donna: Well, it was a bloodless one, but the king abdicated and most of the knights lost their jobs. Then, still using these swords, they became mercs.
Donna: I see, I see... You're so skilled at protecting people because you learned swordplay from a former knight.
Sturm: ...?
I wasn't protecting anyone.
Donna: You had our backs the whole time! Do you not even realize it?
Donna: Ahaha, you're a cute one, you are.
Sturm: G-get your hand off my head!
Donna: ...
Knights are typically part of an order. They protect not only their liege, but each other. They're all on the same team, after all.
Donna: Mercenaries, figuring that today's friend could be tomorrow's enemy, often don't. However, that's a mistake.
Donna: If you want to live through today, you've got to protect today's friends.
Sturm: Yeah?
Donna: So the way you fight is correct, Sturm. But don't forget this.
Donna: We're mercenaries, not knights. And mercenaries...
Sturm: ...
Muile: ...
Sturm and the novice mercenary Muile are silently walking through the forest to find an undead.
Sturm: Hm.
Muile: Miss? Wha—
Muile: ...!
Sturm: Good, you noticed. Here it comes!
Monster: ...!
Sturm: Yah!
Muile: Hah!
Sturm: (She's not merely strong for a novice. She's good at providing backup, even for someone she's never worked with before.)
Sturm: Muile, was it?
Muile: Ah, yes.
Sturm: You covered me well.
Muile: Huh? T-thank you!
Sturm: Were you specifically trying to protect me?
Muile: ...?
What do you mean by that?
Muile: You may be much more experienced than I am, Miss Sturm, but right now we're working together on the same job. Is it not only natural to protect your teammates?
Sturm: Right.
Sturm: (We have some skilled youngsters running around lately...)
The pair resume their expedition into the depths of the forest without another word.
Sturm: We should be getting close to the place the village chief mentioned.
Muile: Can I ask you a question as we walk, Miss Sturm?
Sturm: That sure came out of nowhere. What?
Muile: It's about... your swordplay. You've personalized it so much that it barely resembles its origins, but—
Sturm: Hold up.
Sturm interrupts Muile, glaring through the trees of the overgrown forest at a haunting figure of a man...
Strange Undead: More challengers seeking this cursed blade, I assume.
As well as the weapon in his hand, a crude katana emitting an aura that seems to boast of the blood it has bathed in.
Sturm: That's my target... And his blade is the legendary cursed sword, Ixaba.
Muile: So that's him!
Undead Blademaster: I am one who was called a god of war.
In scarcely a moment, the undead advances right up to the inexperienced mercenary.
Muile: Huh?
Undead Blademaster: I will test you.
Sturm: Muile!
Undead Blademaster: Oh?
Sturm: (He's strong! What's with this guy?)
Sturm: Muile! We're pulling back!
Muile: B-but!
Undead Blademaster: Prove yourself. To Ixaba... and to me.
Sturm: Guh!
Muile: Miss Sturm!
Undead Blademaster: Ixaba bows only to the strong. Ixaba obeys only gods of war. If you want it, then prove yourself.
Sturm: Screw... you! I don't care about any of that!
Undead Blademaster: Do not lie to me. Now, prove yourself.
Sturm: (Urgh! I'm going to be overpowered at this rate!)
Muile: Miss Sturm!
Sturm: Don't come into the melee! You're a mage, you idio—
Muile: Hah!
Muile unsheathes a hidden blade and slashes at the undead.
Undead Blademaster: ...!
Sturm: Wha— You can use a sword?
Muile: Not very well, but I carry it just in case! More importantly, close your eyes!
Quickly switching back to her staff, she brandishes it high in the air and creates a blinding light.
Undead Blademaster: ...
Undead Blademaster: They fled.
Undead Blademaster: Then I must pursue them. If they do not prove themselves, then they are not worthy.
Clutching his cursed blade, the undead starts walking through the dark forest.
Undead Blademaster: If they are not worthy, then Ixaba, the title of "god of war," is still...

The Likes of Revenge

In the cave they retreated to, Sturm tells Muile that she recognizes the rookie's style of swordplay. Muile states that she was taught by her grandfather, who was Sturm's father's partner. Moreover, she reveals that the accident that killed Sturm's father and permanently injured her own grandfather was caused by their current opponent. Muile wants revenge and insists that they should take down the undead, to which Sturm agrees.


Sturm: My dad died in an accident while out working as a mercenary. It was his partner who came bearing that news to us.
Sturm: Mister, this is...
Partner: It's the sword he always used. I found it at the bottom of the cliff, next to his body...
Sturm: He... He fell off a bridge while transporting cargo, right?
Partner: Yes, that's right. We had to really hurry over it, and...
Partner: ...
Sturm: Mister?
Partner: I'm sorry, it was my fault. I'm sorry.
Sturm: Why? It was an accident, right? One that got you really hurt too... It's not your fault.
Partner: Yeah, it was an accident. I won't deny that. But...
Partner: I'm a mercenary. And that means that your dad's death is my responsibility.
Sturm: My dad's partner just kept apologizing with tears in his eyes.
Sturm: Back then, I didn't understand why.
Sturm: ...
I don't hear anyone nearby. We must have lost him.
Muile: But he'll still find us eventually. We need to strike first.
Sturm: Before that, we have something to talk about.
Sturm: Muile. That swordplay you just showed looked remarkably similar to that of someone I once knew.
Muile: And... who would that be?
Sturm: The partner of my dad, who was a mercenary. They had known each other since before becoming swords-for-hire, and he would sometimes spar with me when he came to visit.
Sturm: It's been a long time since I met him, but was the person who taught you swordplay...
Muile: I knew it. So you really are that girl my grandfather talked about.
Sturm: Grandfather?
Muile: He was the one who showed me how to fight with a sword. The style originated from one used by knights of a fallen kingdom. Yours does too, right?
Sturm: So I've heard. I never gave it much thought, though.
Sturm: So, you're that man's granddaughter. How is he doing?
Muile: He has passed away.
Sturm: ...
I see. That's a shame.
Muile: He retired from being a mercenary because of his injuries from that accident, and eventually died full of regret over it.
Muile: No, let me rephrase that. He died full of hatred for the perpetrator.
Sturm: The perpetrator?
Muile: Your father and my grandfather fell off a bridge while transporting cargo because they were in a rush, Miss Sturm.
Muile: And they were in a rush... because they were being chased. Just as we are being chased right now.
Sturm: You can't mean...
Muile: It was an undead bearing a cursed sword, a thing that had once been called a war god, that was responsible for their deaths.
Sturm: Impossible. Your grandfather said it was an accident.
Muile: It was an accident. The undead was trying to cut them up with that blade, not run them off a bridge.
Muile: And I imagine he didn't want to get you involved. Ixaba was legendary even back then, and any mercenary would have fought for a chance to obtain it.
Muile: That means any stories about it would have been pursued relentlessly. If rumors had spread that your father's death was connected to it...
Sturm: Then mercenaries seeking information on it would have gathered at my village in search of his relatives. I see...
Muile: I have no need for Ixaba, Miss Sturm.
Muile: I became a mercenary for the sole purpose of taking revenge on that undead for ruining my grandfather's life.
Muile: Let's rid the skies of him together. We can't miss this chance to avenge our loved ones, right?
Sturm: Did your grandfather know that you were going to become a mercenary?
Muile: No. I was hoping to let him know before he passed away to put his mind at ease, but...
Sturm: I see. No wonder you...
Sturm: ...
Muile: What is there for us to waver over? Let's get going, Miss Sturm.
Sturm: No, we're going to head back and gather reinforcements.
Muile: But... But he's so close!
Sturm: He's also strong, and you're inexperienced.
Muile: I know that! I know that, but...
Sturm: No, don't misunderstand me. I'm saying that...
Suddenly, Sturm notices a glittering light flashing from the top of a particularly tall tree.
Sturm: Wait, cancel that. We're taking it out.
Muile: Huh?
Producing from her pack a spare magical orb infused with her partner's magical power and making it glow, Sturm repeats herself.
Sturm: We're taking that undead out. Right here and now.

The Likes of Revenge: Scene 2

Sturm and Muile face the undead again, but Muile's desire for revenge leads to her being injured, putting Sturm in a bad position. Drang suddenly reveals himself and engulfs the undead in an inferno. Muile asks if Sturm does not want to take vengeance with her own hands, but Sturm replies that proper mercenaries don't seek revenge. Sturm and Drang then put the undead down together.


Sturm: Stay behind me.
Muile: Understood, Miss Sturm. I have your back.
Undead Blademaster: ...
The undead's crude katana shines ominously in the moonlight.
Sturm: The legendary cursed sword Ixaba, and you, who are possessed by it...
Sturm: Will pay for my dad's death!
Undead Blademaster: Come.
Sturm: Haaah!
The undead effortlessly parries Sturm's fierce blow.
Muile: How about this!
Ixaba flashes as the undead cuts through Muile's fireball, nullifying it.
Muile: My magic!
Muile: In that case...
Sturm: Stay back! Keep covering me!
Undead Blademaster: So, you feel comfortable enough facing me to chatter. In that case...
Undead Blademaster: Hah!
Sturm: Grgh!
The undead swings at Sturm with even greater force than before.
As he does so, Muile appears behind him and unsheathes her sword.
Muile: There!
However, he dodges her blow easily, as if he had known it was coming.
Undead Blademaster: Weak.
Muile: Grah...
Sturm: Muile!
Muile: I'm... sorry. I really wanted to finish him... with my own two hands...
Undead Blademaster: Unworthy.
What about you?
Undead Blademaster: Hraaah!
Sturm: ...!
Muile: Miss Sturm, I'll cover... Urgh...
Muile tries to use her magic to save Sturm as the veteran mercenary is showered in blows, but her wounds hinder attempts at concentration.
Sturm: Pant, pant, pant...
Undead Blademaster: Now, to end this.
Muile: Miss Sturm!
Sturm: I'm fine... Just stay back...
Sturm: Just like my dad... I have a partner too.
???: That's right. We're not the Maelstroms of Discord unless we're together!
Undead Blademaster: Grah!
Drang: Nice, a clean hit. That was a great distraction, Sturm. The bit about paying for your father's death sounded totally realistic!
Muile: Wh-who are you?
Drang: Me? I'm...
Drang: I'm one half of the dynamic merc duo, the Maelstroms of Discord, Sturm and Drang!
Drang: Drang, specifically. Nice to meet you!
Drang: Yeowch! Why did you have to stab me now, Sturm? I managed to make that sound so cool!
Sturm: No you didn't. And you're late. You were supposed to ambush him once he was focused on me.
Drang: Sorry, sorry. The guy just wouldn't show any openings. But thanks to you, I think I managed to get him pretty...
Undead Blademaster: Another seeker of my blade, then.
Drang: Wow, he's still standing. This guy's a tough nut to crack.
Sturm: No matter. We just have to keep hitting him until he stays down!
Undead Blademaster: Haah!
The undead attempts to hit Sturm with his strongest blow yet. However...
Drang: Not on my watch!
Drang's ice magic stops him in his tracks.
Undead Blademaster: Cheap tricks! Then I'll take you out first!
The undead tries to turn his blade on Drang, but is thwarted there too.
Sturm: Back off!
Sturm steps in and knocks the katana away from her partner.
Undead Blademaster: Grah!
Muile: Incredible... They fight together as if each already knows what the other is going to do.
Sturm: Raagh!
Undead Blademaster: But your efforts are still tepid!
Drang: Oh, you don't like tepid? Then I'll just go ahead and turn up the heat... to your boiling point, and beyond!
Undead Blademaster: Graaaagh!
The undead screams as Drang traps him inside of a magical inferno.
Muile: Now, Miss Sturm! Finish him off!
Sturm: No. We're going to back up and let the fire do its work.
Muile: Huh? B-but... Don't you want to take revenge yourself?
Sturm: Not really... I only signed onto your reckless plan because I knew that Drang was here to reinforce us.
Drang: Yeah, checking up on the seal was easy-peasy, so I decided to cut my vacation short and join up with my partner.
Drang: It's a good thing we decided on a cypher to let us communicate with those magical orbs. Climbing that tree was a real pain, though!
Drang: Wait, did she just say revenge? Did that zombie actually kill your father, Sturm?
Muile: That's right. This is our vengeance... If you have no connection to that thing, then don't get in our way!
Drang: Huh? But you're a mercenary, aren't you? You really ought to drop that kind of stuff before it fills your schedule.
Muile: Wha...
Sturm: No proper mercenary goes looking for revenge.
Sturm: To us, today's friend could be tomorrow's enemy, and vice versa.
Sturm: A person who gets angry at every enemy who kills an ally, who kills someone precious to them, won't be able to get any work done.
Muile: But that's...
Sturm: Strength is what's important to a mercenary. Not fame or glory, but their own strength.
Sturm: So when you lose someone important to you, it's your weakness that you should hate. That's what your grandfather did.
Muile: What?
Sturm: A weak mercenary is a worthless mercenary. It's our weakness we should hate, and our failure to protect our partner we should regret.
Sturm: Your grandfather told me that too. Seeking revenge is a mistake.
Muile: ...
Undead Blademaster: Grhh... Aaah...
Drang: Whoa, he still hasn't burned up? This guy's a really tough cookie!
Undead Blademaster: If they are not worthy, then Ixaba... Then the title is still... still... mine...
Sturm: Revenge aside...
Sturm: This work's not half bad if I can take out trash like this guy.
Drang: Oh my, that sure takes me back.
Sturm: Help me out with this, Drang.
Drang: You got it!
Let's turn it up another notch, Redster!
Undead Blademaster: Graaaaahhhh! But I still... I still!
As the inferno becomes even hotter, Sturm steps before the screaming, writhing undead.
Sturm: Haah!
Undead Blademaster: Gagh!
Taking one last blow, the warrior finally falls to the ground, never to rise again.

The Likes of Revenge: Scene 3

Sturm arrives at the guild to leave Ixaba with Donna but ends up keeping it, as well as promising to eventually take up the post of guild leader. After parting with Muile, who has decided to continue on as a mercenary, Sturm worries about how to bring up the fate of their partnership to Drang. Before she can, he mentions his plan to become the guild leader's assistant to stay by her side, and she hides her embarrassment by stabbing him.


Guild Mercenary 1: Hey, did you hear about Sturm?
Guild Mercenary 2: You bet I did! She got the legendary cursed sword, Ixaba!
Guild Mercenary 1: Ain't that something? She's gotta be the next head of the guild for sure.
Guild Mercenary 2: But then what would happen to her partner, Drang?
Donna: Hehe. Did you know the whole guild's abuzz with rumors of your adventure, Sturm?
Sturm: Yes. Hearing all that whispering gets on my nerves.
Sturm: More importantly, let's talk about the job.
Sturm places a bundle on the table and reveals its contents, the katana Ixaba.
Donna: Good work. Right, let's take a look...
Sturm: H-hey, you shouldn't touch...
Donna: Okay, this is certainly the real Ixaba.
Sturm: Are you all right?
Donna: What, are you worried about me?
Sturm: Shut up. That's not what I mean.
Sturm: Isn't that sword cursed?
Donna: Well, people say it is. But the truth is, it doesn't actually do anything to people who hold it.
Donna: It's an ancient weapon that's made it through plenty of battles and bathed in plenty of blood. That made it magical, but not sentient.
Donna: The stuff about it only obeying the strong was never anything more than rumors, and it doesn't have the power to resurrect its dead owner to search out a new one.
Sturm: Then that undead was...
Donna: Just brought back by his own regrets making use of the sword's magical power.
Donna: It wasn't the sword's will. Ixaba was just doing its job as a weapon.
Sturm: I see...
Donna: That said, this thing's got a hell of a reputation, so it'll cause trouble for sure if I let it back into the wild.
Donna: Therefore, here.
Donna places the katana in Sturm's hand and makes the mercenary close her fingers around it.
Sturm: Hey...
Donna: It's yours. Think of it as a bonus.
Sturm: I don't want it.
Donna: I've got to leave it in someone's hands. And someone everyone will agree deserves it, too.
Sturm: I didn't do it alone.
Donna: You were the one who took the job, though.
Sturm: Then stick it in the guild's vault.
Donna: Come on, you know how much trouble we'd be in if someone managed to steal from us.
Donna: Plenty of people can't tell the difference between reputation and ability, after all.
Sturm: ...
Sturm: Fine. I'll hold onto it.
Donna: Huh?
Sturm: Is it really that surprising?
Donna: I though you'd be more resistant. You know that taking it means...
Sturm: I won't replace you immediately.
Sturm: But if that's what you want, I can promise to do it in the near future.
Donna: Oh?
Donna: Now that I think about it, I heard that a non-affiliated rookie got involved in the fight. Did that make you see how important the guild is?
Sturm: To a degree, I suppose. I certainly understand your desire to prevent talent from being wasted.
Sturm: But that's not all. Your...
Donna: My?
Sturm: ...
No, it's nothing.
Donna: Come on, now you've got me curious. My what?
Sturm: It's nothing! We're done here, I'm leaving!
Donna: ...
She actually left. I wonder what that was about.
Wolke: Haha.
Donna: And what are you laughing at, Wolke?
Wolke: My apologies, I couldn't help myself. It's just that I've known you both since back when you were teaching her all kinds of things.
Donna: I wouldn't really call that "teaching." It was more like nagging.
Wolke: Either way, that's what that was. Hehe, you can be unexpectedly dense sometimes, Donna.
Donna: ...?
Donna: Seeing you like this really makes me think none of us are better off alone though. Maybe I should actually put that plan into motion.
Sturm: Are... you seriously going to form a guild?
Donna: Yeah. Lots of folks out there could use some help, just like you.
Sturm: (I decided to take up the position because I started to understand what you felt at the time and how important the things you gave me were.)
Sturm: (It just wouldn't feel right getting that kind of help and then not doing the same thing for others.)
Muile: Miss Sturm? What's wrong?
Sturm: Nothing. Anyway, did you really decide to join the guild?
Muile: Yes. After this incident, I've realized that I have much to learn.
Sturm: That undead is gone now. Do you still want to continue as a mercenary?
Muile: To be honest, I wasn't sure for a while... But then I remembered something.
Muile: My grandfather always talked about how fun it was traveling around doing all kinds of things as partners that work together like a well-oiled machine.
Muile: And because I just saw a wonderful example of that in you and your partner Drang, I started feeling like it would be a waste to quit now.
Sturm: I see...
Sturm: Well, let me know if you have trouble with anything. I'll see what I can do.
Muile: Thank you, I will! And I hope to be able to keep learning from you as well!
Sturm: (An example, huh? But if I'm eventually going to lead the guild...)
Sturm: ...
I'll have to talk to Drang about this.
Drang: Hey, Sturm!
Sturm: Drang?
Drang: Come on, Sturm, why would you leave the guild without me like that?
Sturm: Without you? Wait, you were at the guild?
Drang: I sure was. I am a member, for what it's worth, so surely you shouldn't be that surprised.
Sturm: But you never go there. You say that Donna makes you nervous.
Drang: Yeah, she does. But, well...
Drang: I've recently learned that I can sometimes get along pretty easily with people I assumed I'd have trouble with.
Drang: So I figured that I'd pop in there to study.
Sturm: Study what?
Drang: How to be the guild leader's assistant. Wolke let me borrow the key to the records room, so I was reading up on some things.
Sturm: ...
But why?
Drang: You're going to lead the guild, aren't you?
Drang: I need to be a good partner for that too when the time comes. We're not the Maelstroms of Discord unless we're together, after all!
Sturm: ...
Drang: Gah! Why? Why did you stab me this time?
Sturm: To hide my embarrassment.
Drang: That's the calmest embarrassment I've ever—
Drang: Yowch! H-hold up! I don't think that opening new holes in others' butts is a proper hobby for a prospective guild—
Drang: Gyaaah!
Sturm: Stop talking nonsense and get a move on.
After the events of this day, the pair's routine will be a little different than the one they are used to.
Sturm: Come on, Drang. Or I'll leave you behind.
Drang: Don't leave me, Stuuurm!
Drang: Sturm, I said wait uuup!
They will, however, continue facing it together.

Side-scrolling Quotes

JapaneseThis is an official transcription. EnglishThis is an official translation.
さっさと行くぞ Now let's get going.
ルリア……ちゃんとついて来てるならいい Lyria seems to be keeping up pretty well...
(主人公)、油断するな Don't get careless, (Captain).
邪魔 Move it.
ビィはやかましいな…… Vyrn's so noisy...
あたしが先行する I'll take point.
(主人公)、今度あたしと勝負しろ I want you to fight me when this is over, (Captain).
遅れるなよ Don't fall behind.
怪我はないか？ Are you injured?
ふん…… Humph.

References

  1. ↑ Granblue Fantasy Official Site, Sturm - Theater - Granblue Fantasy
  2. ↑ Granblue Fantasy Official Blog Post, 新キャラクター紹介！「スツルム」「キャタピラとヴィーラ」「ルドミリア」「スーテラ」
  3. ↑ Cygames, Inc. (2018). GRANBLUE FANTASY GRAPHIC ARCHIVE IV.
  4. ↑ Granblue Fantasy Official Blog Post, レジェンドフェス開催中＆新キャラクター「スツルム」「ドランク」紹介！
  5. ↑ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sturm_und_Drang
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