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Tongue Tied Knife User
The crew enter the hideout of a group of thugs they are hunting and find a knife-wielding woman who at first seems to be one of the mobsters. But the woman, who's called Tanya and isn't great at speaking, is actually after the same thugs. Once everything's cleared up, the crew invites her to join.
(Captain) and company, who have accepted a request to take out some thugs, enter the cave that serves as the enemy's hideout.
Lyria: It's sure dark in here, (Captain)...
Vyrn: Just stay behind (Captain), Lyria! Hm?
Vyrn: Hey! There's someone over there!
Vyrn: Whoa! She's ready to pounce! Watch out, (Captain)! She's gotta be another thug!
???: Humph. Th-thug, you say?
Vyrn: What's that? What're you muttering, punk?
???: It's nothing... Sorry, but I need you to disappear.
Vyrn: Not a chance! Don't underestimate (Captain)!
???: I guess I have no choice...
Lyria: Um... (Captain), can I borrow you for a sec?
Vyrn: What's wrong, Lyria?
Lyria: Well, something just feels... off.
Lyria: She might not be a thug at all...
???: Wait... Aren't you the thugs?
Lyria: I'm sorry. It looks like we made a mistake.
Tanya: So did I... I jumped to conclusions. Forgive me.
After listening to the crew's story, Tanya tells them that she accepted the same request and has already dealt with the thugs.
Vyrn: But you sure gave us a scare when you came out of nowhere with your knives and told us to disappear!
Tanya: I meant to say that you shouldn't be here because it's dangerous. I'm sorry. I'm, uh, not great with words...
Lyria: Don't worry about it! It was our fault after all!
Vyrn: But did you really defeat those thugs all by yourself? That's amazing!
Tanya: Y-you think so? I'm always all by myself, you know, so I don't really know.
Lyria: Um... Are you traveling alone, Tanya?
Tanya: Ever since my parents died, yes...
Lyria: That's... That's just... I'm sorry.
Tanya: Don't worry about it. I have these knives, so...
Vyrn: Hm? What about them? They just look like ordinary knives to me.
Tanya: Th-they're a keepsake from my father. He was an agent.
Tanya: I've grown up with these knives. Th-they're the only friends I ever needed.
Lyria: Tanya, isn't there anything we can—
Tanya: Don't worry about me. I'm fine.
No... No, that's not true...
Tanya: I'm... I'm actually looking for an acquaintance of my father's.
Tanya: I loved my father. I want to find out from that acquaintance what his final moments were like...
Tanya: So, yeah, I'm fine. J-just chasing after clues about him is all I need.
Vyrn: I see. But that sounds pretty rough.
Tanya: N-no, this isn't right at all. I wasn't fishing for sympathy.
Tanya: I-it's hopeless. Why does this always happen?
Tanya: I like talking to people, but things always get so tense.
Tanya: I know I'm not very pleasant to be around. Forgive me...
Lyria: Tanya! Wait up!
Lyria: We need to go after her, (Captain)!
Lyria: Tanya! Wait! Don't go!
Tanya: What's the matter? Why bother coming after me?
Lyria: I didn't want that to be how this ends!
Tanya: I see. So I caused even more trouble for you than I thought. I'm truly sorry.
Lyria: No... Tanya...
Choose: Won't you come with us?
- Won't you come with us?
- How would you like to see the world?
Tanya: You mean on your journey? Th-this is so sudden... Traveling together...Choose: How would you like to see the world?
Lyria: That's right! Please, Tanya, won't you come with us?
Tanya: With you people? A journey through the sky? I do love the sky, but...Continue 1
Tanya: I'll pass. I'll just get in your way. Y-you'll be better off far away from me.
Lyria: Don't say that! I want to travel with you, Tanya! Won't you reconsider?
Tanya: Y-you sure I won't be a burden, Lyria?
Vyrn: Not at all! You're as tough as nails! You're totally welcome in my book!
Tanya: Tee-hee... Y-you know, it's been a long time since I felt a warmth like this.
Tanya: You know what? All right...
Thus (Captain) and company welcome the socially awkward Tanya to the party.
It will take time for everyone to get used to her way of speaking, but that's a tale for another day.
Tanya worries that her lack of skill with words is causing trouble for her friends. Walder and Vyrn respond that she should try to project more confidence when speaking. Lyria seems to have an idea, too, but monsters suddenly appear.
After completing a request in one town, (Captain) and company are heading through a forest to return to their airship.
Along the way, Tanya asks for advice from everyone.
Lyria: Huh? You want to be able to hold a conversation better?
Tanya: Y-you know how I'm not good with words? So I cause a lot of trouble for everyone...
Walder: Really? I never thought of you as a troublemaker at all!
Vyrn: Yeah, I think you're overthinking things. But if you want advice, we'll give it to you! Right, (Captain)?
Tanya: Thank you! Th-this just doesn't seem like something I can deal with alone.
Lyria: Hmm... How to become better at speaking...
Walder: You know, you could start by speaking with a bit more confidence!
Vyrn: That's right. You just seem so nervous every time you talk!
Tanya: I-I'm sorry... It's just that I am nervous. I wouldn't want to offend anyone.
Lyria: No need to worry about that. And since you feel nervous, how about—
Tanya: L-looks like we're surrounded. I should have been paying more attention.
Vyrn: Monsters this weak are hardly even worth paying attention to! Get 'em, (Captain)!
Smooth Talker: Scene 2
Lyria suggests that Tanya imitate Walder. Tanya thinks his speaking style is bold and admirable, but imitating him proves too embarrassing for her. Walder tries to help her continue, but they're suddenly forced to deal with monsters.
Lyria: Um... If you don't feel confident, how about imitating how Walder talks?
Tanya: Hm? B-but that's—
Vyrn: Uhh, you sure about this? I kinda feel like we might be missin' some sorta point here.
Lyria: You've got to fake it till you make it, or so I've heard!
Tanya: I-it's true that Walder has a cool way of talking. But doing that seems kind of... embarrassing.
Vyrn: Walder's catchphrases are definitely cool!
Tanya: Still, I hope I can be as confident as him one day...
Walder: It's sure nice to be appreciated once in a while!
Walder: But trying to keep up with me is a lot of work! Start by just repeating my words!
Tanya: W-wait just a second! I didn't say I would—
Walder: I am the daring warrior of the woods, Forest Ranger Walder! Okay... Your turn!
Tanya: D-do I have to? I can't!
Lyria: Yes you can! You have to challenge yourself! Come on, Tanya!
Tanya: Um... Ugh!
Tanya: I-I am the daring... warrior of the woods...
Tanya: I just can't do it! Please don't make me!
Walder: Well, I suppose the path to becoming a forest ranger is a bit too long and treacherous for some.
Vyrn: I don't think she's trying to become a forest ranger.
Lyria: Hmm... Let's see... How about...
Tanya: There's more? A-at least start with something I have a chance at.
Walder: Monsters! And right when it was getting good! They'll pay for this!
Vyrn: It was getting good? Anyway, we better take them out! Let's move, (Captain)!
Smooth Talker: Scene 3
Lyria and the others encourage Tanya to try imitating a wide variety of people, but nothing works out. Tanya decides to try improving herself little by little instead of overdoing it.
After defeating the monsters, (Captain) and company exit the forest and return to their airship.
Lyria and Walder continue trying to get Tanya to imitate people.
Lyria: Well done, Tanya! You sure imitated lots of people!
Tanya: B-but that was so embarrassing—I feel like I might faint...
Vyrn: Hey. You okay?
Walder: Hm... But none of those speaking styles were quite right for you.
Vyrn: I'm with him. I think you should just be yourself. Right, (Captain)?
Tanya: I-I've always hated the way I am, but maybe you have a point.
Tanya: I shouldn't force anything. I need to accept my faults and make gradual improvements.
Lyria: I think you're absolutely right!
Tanya: Wait? W-were you two hoping I'd realize this?
Walder: Guess you saw right through me.
Vyrn: I think they were just playing around, Tanya.
Thanks to Lyria and Walder, Tanya realizes how important it is to just be herself.
But this isn't the last time her two friends put her through the wringer.
I Yearn For Only You
Tanya comes to realize how similar she and Predator are and approaches her in hopes of becoming closer. They become friendly with an old man who reminds them each of their late father, and the trio spends some quality time together.
Predator looks up into the crisp, morning sky from a sandy beach, a look of cold dreariness on her face.
Predator: Father... Am I going about this the wrong way?
There is no response. The ebb and flow of the sea are the only sounds breaking the silence.
Just then Predator feels the piercing sensation of eyes watching her every move.
(Again? Doesn't seem like they're going to attack though... I wonder...)
Predator: Hm... (Time to flush them out.)
Predator puts on her mask and saunters into the forest.
Predator stops in her tracks, sharpens her senses, and surveys her surroundings for anyone tailing her.
Predator: Target confirmed! Prepare to die!
She immediately leaps into action.
Predator: Wha? It's you... Tanya...
Tanya barely parries the blazingly fast swipe of Predator's claw in time.
Tanya: Ngh! I have no intention of fighting you. Please put your claws away.
Tanya: I'm sorry...
Predator: So you're the one that's been following me around these past few days, huh? What do you want with me?
Predator seats herself on a nearby stump, her eyes fixed on Tanya.
Tanya: Ah... Erm... W-well...
Predator: Hey, I'm willing to hear you out. I'm not mad or anything. So relax—I'm all ears.
Tanya: Th-thank you... It's just that you and I are alike in so many ways...
Tanya: I knew I wanted to speak to you, but I just couldn't find the right timing...
Predator: Don't tell me... You've been tailing me the last few days just for that?
Tanya: I-I'm so sorry... But yes, I guess that's right.
Now clear as to why Tanya was shadowing her, Predator breathes a sigh of relief.
Predator: Phew... Okay... I really don't see how we're alike though, Tanya.
Tanya: Maybe you're right... But, hey! We're on the same crew! Surely, that counts for something...
Tanya: Umm... Is it okay if we have a little chat? I'd like to know more about you.
Predator: No dice. I didn't join this crew to make small talk. And I won't have anyone prying into my affairs.
Tanya appears unfazed by the retort, even as Predator turns to walk away.
Tanya: Meeting (Captain) and everyone else has changed me. I find myself smiling a lot more, even if inadvertently...
Tanya: And I'd like for you to experience that as well. I mean... We're friends... aren't we?
A heartwarming sensation wells up inside of Predator.
Predator: Heh... You're a strange one.
Just as Tanya's feelings get through to Predator, a voice calling for help rings out from deeper in the forest.
Predator: That way.
The deadly duo push their way through the brush, making their way toward the voice.
Nice Old Man: Aaagh! H-help, anyone!
The girls make quick work of the monsters encroaching upon the old man and his cart.
Predator: Whew... You okay, mister?
Nice Old Man: I can't thank you enough for saving me.
The old man struggles to stand back up but remains slumped on the ground.
Nice Old Man: Looks like I sprained my ankle back there. Heh, my bones sure aren't what they used to be...
Predator reaches out to the old man, his smile tinged with an air of loneliness.
Predator: I imagine pulling that cart around won't be easy. We can give you a hand if you'd prefer.
Nice Old Man: That would be a tremendous help, but... I take it you're part of a crew? Do you really have time to be bothering with me?
Predator: Not a problem. Our captain loves helping people, so helping you would simply be furthering that end.
Tanya: Haha, no worries. I'm sure the captain won't chew us out if we're a bit late.
Predator: So just relax and let us help.
Predator and Tanya accompany the injured old man to a nearby village.
Nice Old Man: Thank you so much. Why don't you two have a seat there? I'll whip up something real tasty!
As soon as they arrive at his home, the old man immediately gets to work playing the role of gracious host despite his injuries.
Predator: Hey, don't stress yourself. I'll do the cooking.
Nice Old Man: But I couldn't possibly ask you to...
Tanya: Relax. It's no trouble at all.
Nice Old Man: Well, if you insist...
Though it's a bit of an awkward situation, Predator and Tanya smile in response and move into the kitchen.
Seeing how skilled Predator is in the art of cooking, Tanya lets out a sigh.
Predator: Huh? What for?
Tanya: I... Erm... Well... I didn't think you'd be so good in the kitchen...
Predator: Hey, that goes for both of us. I actually didn't know you cooked.
Predator spots a hint of pensive melancholy underneath Tanya's gentle smile.
Predator: Okay, I know I'm the one who was against prying earlier, but... You want to tell me what's going on?
Tanya: Yes... Well... Watching that old fellow brought back so many memories of my father—that's all...
Predator: Hm... (So Tanya's lost her father too...)
Predator: We might be alike in a few ways after all...
Tanya senses that Predator, too, is thinking about her own father.
The old man beams at the delectable array of dishes laid out on the table before him.
Nice Old Man: Oh my! Did you two really—
Tanya: That's right. We made it all... No need to look so surprised though.
Predator: Let's eat up while the food's still hot.
Nice Old Man: Great googly moogly, it's all going into my belly! Haha... Which should I try first...
The old man all too excitedly chomps down on the sumptuous cuisine, savory delight in every bite.
Predator: Whoa, slow down there! No need to wolf it all down like th—Huh?
Nice Old Man: ...
Tears of joy stream down his cheeks even with his mouth full.
Predator and Tanya silently watch over the old man as he continues to feast.
Nice Old Man: My apologies... Seeing you two like this reminded me of my daughters... They'd be around your age if they were still alive...
Nice Old Man: Oh, I didn't mean to get all teary-eyed here—I just... couldn't help it... Sniff...
Nice Old Man: Being with you two today has felt like a joyous reunion with my daughters. You have my utmost gratitude for everything you've done for me.
Tanya: Hehe... Well, being the good daughters that we are, we'll even give you a massage later.
Predator: Why don't you wipe your tears first? Wouldn't want the food to get salty.
Nice Old Man: R-right... Ahaha, how silly of me to be shedding tears on such a blissful day.
The old man wipes his tears to show a refreshingly radiant smile.
Predator: Haha... That's more like it. Right, Tanya?
Tanya: Hehe... Agreed.
A fun, nostalgic time is had by all.
This brief respite in the crew's long journey does much to heal the wounds of the two fearless skyfarers.