Equip Trait
Deals Arts damage; When skill is active, attacks instead restore the HP of allies (heal amount is equal to 100% of ATK)
Equip Attribute Bonuses
| Stat | Value |
|---|---|
| atk | 50 |
| def | 25 |
Talent Information
Info
Grants a 22% Shelter effect and +8% DEF to all friendly units within range with less than 40% HP
Info
Grants a 24% (+2%) Shelter effect and +8% DEF to all friendly units within range with less than 40% HP
Unlock Information
| Materials |
|---|
x2
x8
x5
x60000
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| Missions |
|---|
| During battle, have Tsukinogi use Without a Trace a total of 8 times (excluding Support Units) |
| Clear Main Theme S3-6 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Tsukinogi, and allow no Operators to be defeated |
Operator
Module Description
The mist has not yet lifted from the mountains; still the hazy circle of the moon climbs through the sky. The moonlight is a pale and indistinct grey in the color of the fog, like a fine veil tangled about sparse branches, drawing this now-disturbed night into its cover.An insect flies along with a chirp and a skitter, skirting around and around the stone lanterns' light, soon seeming to tire as it alights upon a smoothed rock.
The rock suddenly wrinkles, after which a hand swats at it, driving the lost insect away.
'Oh, when is this fog going to lift—'
A monk sits by the stone lantern, forcing his all-too-weary face into a bitter smile. One must know, see, that he ascended to pick wild fruits and bamboo shoots while it was light out, but a great mist descended out of nowhere, and left him wandering lost for a spell. Within the dense fog, he saw a vague glimmer of light, and thinking it a sign of habitation in the foothills, he followed after it only to find it was but this rough and moss-covered lantern.
Before he realized, the fog grew thicker. Forget the way down; now he couldn't even tell where a single step forward would land his foot. The monk could only sit and rest here for a while, accompanying the lantern until nightfall.
All of a sudden, he hears the clear peal of a bell. The monk rubs at his drowsy eyes, and what should he see but another faint light in the fog. Not like the one before, for this one floats straight towards him.
The sounds of unhurried, sure-footed steps draw near, and thereupon strands of faint blue and mottled white streamers brush by the lantern's brim. By the moonlight's glow and lantern's faint shine, the monk sees, finally, the face of his visitor.
'You're... You're from the shrine at the summit...'
'Spring is well on its way in the mounts. Haze settles most easily around this time. It seems you do not know this mountain.
'You must be new, from the monastery at the foot?'
After such a greeting, the monk is unsure how to respond for a spell.
'Worry not.
'Though I serve the gods at the summit, I would hardly stay at the shrine in my day-to-day.
'Offering aid to those who've fallen on the mountain, and guiding the way for those lost in the mists, are closer to how I interpret such 'sacred' servitude.
'As for why you came, and why your plight should be here, I will not pursue the question.'
The monk is still skeptical, but the visitor raises her staff, its streamers encompassing points of light and mist, and then after another ring of a bell, the mist scatters some. The narrow way gradually grows clear within the forest, and lifting his head to look, he faintly makes out the Hanesu that stands sentinel on the path to the summit.
'Let us go. It is still far to the monastery at the foot.
'Rest the night at the summit, and once day breaks and the mist dispels, I will send you back down.'
