Equip Trait
Attacks ignore 70 DEF
Equip Attribute Bonuses
| Stat | Value |
|---|---|
| atk | 85 |
| def | 42 |
Talent Information
Info
ATK +16% (+1%), DEF +16% (+1%), Physical dodge +21% (+3%)
Unlock Information
| Materials |
|---|
x4
x20
x4
x120000
|
| Missions |
|---|
| Deal a total of 100,000 damage with Ch'en (excluding Support Units) |
| Clear Main Theme 5-9 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Ch'en, and can only include 7 other Operators as members |
Operator
Module Description
The scars on the earth came blitzing in from the horizon, striking true at the Victorian-style complex. The buildings are like a forest torn apart by a whirlwind, collapsed in a radius surrounding a singular point. In these ruins of the Empire, two figures turn over a toppled stele, attempting to find higher ground.'How long has this place been empty?' Ch'en stands atop the rubble and looks into the distance. The names on the stele behind her once stood for glory, now all but worn away.
Bagpipe's voice comes from somewhere below. 'This school buildin's been abandoned since the war broke out. All the students who didn't complete their course yet got sent off to new campuses, finished the rest out there... Chenchen, that's our old trainin' grounds up in front. You remember?'
'Especially well. I feel like my time as a student was defined by missing out on things. The moment I graduated, they finished repairing the roads, and the training grounds.'
The training grounds have been blown by the shockwave into a plate of jagged protrusions. Ch'en picks up a stone, flings it into a shrub sticking out of a crack in the plate, and a fowlbeast hiding within flies off for somewhere far away, screeching and cawing all the while.
'Things were good enough as is, back then.' Bagpipe's voice comes in close as she stops and stands by Ch'en's ear.
'True. It was probably the simplest time of my life. I didn't have all these issues weighing on my mind, I just had to focus purely on training and studying.'
'That's what drove you? You trained like a maniac every day, got As on every standard subject and all.' Bagpipe clasps her hands on Ch'en's shoulders, and gently rocks back and forth.
'After I returned, I realized just how many things couldn't be solved with swords. There were times I felt far too insignificant, and that even though I worked hard, I couldn't change all that much—sometimes, taking out the enemy doesn't do a thing to address the problem.' Ch'en shakes her head, as if trying to throw her tangled mess of feelings about the past straight out of her brain.
The two of them head up a steep slope. The flowerbed is still where they remember it.
Half of the logo of the once-eminent Royal Guard Academy is submerged in the mud, the other half resting against a fractured stone pillar. Sunset spills across, the light pouring over the symbol now mottled with rust, and what remaining metallic shine there is speaks to the place's former glory.
'It's all changed. Victoria's changed too, hasn't it?' Ch'en mumbles to herself, staring at the crest.
'Some people haven't changed. I went to go visit Instructor Tyrell a few days ago 'cause I knew you were comin'. You were gone in such a hurry back then, you just left all your papers and stuff in the dorms—she's been keepin' them safe all these years. All this is proof of you passin' your studies. Oh, aye, and this too!'
Bagpipe fishes out a stack of documents from her bag, as well as a wooden sword.
'Here's the trainin' sword you used back then. Was meant to go back, technically speakin', but you did so smashin' the instructors were goin' to give you it, y'know, as a surprise for you...'
'Give her my thanks. I left too quickly...'
'At least you've come back now. So many of our year never have, even after all this time.'
The two fall silent.
'Where do you think you'll be in ten years?'
'Who knows? We should be heading back soon. There's still a lot to do.' Ch'en gazes into the distance, off in the direction of Lungmen. 'They arranged everything for me, whether it was going to this school or leaving it. Now, I'm going to go back by myself.'
