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My name…? My name is Konkuro Maruki. How did I get to this point, you may be wondering… ah… I don’t know anymore. It is complicated. When I look back, when I remember, I recall a village in the shadow of a grand mountain. The mountain? Mount Iwaki. It was the place on which I had felt the most centered, the most grounded. One day… ...my mountain erupted. With great force, the ground beneath my own feet had upended. I was twisted, turned around, thrown, and taken along by the land as it fell. The day had turned to night. I could not see where I was going to end up. All I knew, I was going somewhere, and it wasn’t anywhere I wanted to be. It was only until the world stopped spinning that I had come to find out, I was alive. Breathing. Barely, but I knew I had not died, because the dead do not feel the sharp, stinging pain of pure sulfur. Sulfur existed only at the top. Now it is at the bottom, with me, in the boiling mud into which I had tripped. I knew then that the mountain

The Lava Pillar, Konkuro Maruki Lava Breather Pillar Opinions How Maruki views Tomioka Giyuu, the Water Pillar "I respect him. I feel that he and I know how to be patient when it suits us. His calm does not spell indifference. He does care about people, perhaps too much." How Giyuu views Maruki "She understands what silence is, and I appreciate that we can share it. I respect her." How Maruki views Kochou Shinobu, the Insect Pillar "She is like a sister to me. For a time, she cared for me as one and she vouched for me in the beginning. But now, I have lost sight of what is in her heart. Maybe I was never meant to see." How Shinobu views Maruki "She may not realize it, but she intimidates the younger slayers. She bottles her emotions up too much. If she isn’t careful to relieve the pressure, she will surely erupt." How Maruki views Rengoku Kyojurou, the Flame Pillar "Infectious energy. Indomitable spirit. I did look up to him." How Rengoku views Maruki "A volcanic force! A

Once upon a time, a rickety elder lived among the trees on the edge of his village. He rambled in the day, he rambled in the night, he rambled in the morning, he rambled in the evening. He was poor and frail, scraping the bottoms of barrels wherever he could to get the last of the day’s scraps. He was sad, jealous, and always wanted more out of life. Crows would croak at him each and every day while he cut and collected wood for his hearth. Oh, he did not like the crows. They mocked him. They mocked his weaselly voice, mocked his ugly face, mocked his old bones, and worst of all, they mocked his tumor. He did not like those crows. One fateful evening, after cutting and collecting wood for his hearth, the elder grew weary. There was a flash in the trees. Over the distant mountains, thunder came rolling. It would rain soon. Abash! Abash! He hobbled to a hollow in a great tree and huddled there. Torrents of rain washed away the dust of the day. Bright flashes of lightning, bright as

Bojuren So de raithkis mhae Ok seil jik vai So de neiava siur Ok erum na vai Sisht Katha Krag Siura Aein Nin Neibt Zhoghr Ori Medir Nomue Gishmi Akron Shurra Ghona Vhonn Vei ara thoir sun Vei ara thoir sho apeyt Rhyasa in malla miern Rhyasa khet hailt sun English In the sunlit sky I call to thee In the midnight air I plead for thee Mist Flame Stone Wind Life Day Night Death Spring Summer Autumn Winter Body Mind Beast Soul You will hear me You will hear my prayer Rhyasa is always there Rhyasa must answer me

Bojuren Vhang de zhunan to en neibt komzer min rae yat vihara Vhang de zhunan na vhe relfet vhar uise vhazan na nherneibt Zhunan to asne, vhe vhang na vai Zhunan to aevhaeln, vhe vhang na vai Zhunan to aein yat zhoghr, ok vhang na vai Zhunan to kelacao, ya vhang na sun Sisht Katha Krag Siura Aein Nin Neibt Zhoghr Ori Medir Nomue Gishmi Akron Shurra Ghona Vhonn Shar ven de zhu to bizon khranan shava English Sing the Runes of a night filled with hope and despair Sing the Runes for we might use our powers for goodnight Runes of nature, we sing for thee Runes of cosmos, we sing for thee Runes of life and death, I sing for thee Runes of Kelacao, you sing for me Mist Flame Stone Wind Life Day Night Death Spring Summer Autumn Winter Body Mind Beast Soul These are the Runes of ancient legends past

Bojuren Kelacao seile vhas So khelaran to fhal Kelakaonen vavhan Khallan akanun Odilia ta tavi Rham amena mou bhurgen Keishta nteltoman Vor vhe miksiao Kelacao uise vhaern Sul arrin jik khe Thrun zhomeln jik zin rhondan Uise nhichton Medyga ta garaeia alivia Anganst yat nir Zhomel siuran hallar Ghon de kumain Nomuen ta varth vhani Tshaka ken neibt En arri to wahhanan Kaivrer thrun de riath Gishmia ta mou zir Zinti rhondan yat Zee siuran uouw Bizon seil English Kelacao calls us In tales of old Adventurers' echoes Stories unfold Odilia's beauty Green lands so wide Earthlike paradise Where we reside Kelacao our world Four realms to see From deserts to ice peaks Our legacy Medyga's vast plains Endless and dry Desert winds whisper Under the sky Nomuen's dark heart Tremors at night A realm of shadows Hides from the light Gishmia so cold Icy peaks tall Frozen winds howl Ancients call

Bojuren Sha in de khalla to humanityse rhaghen. Veiour diar in nhav suoia Veiour kluren in nhav suoia Biseyur duehalften vhar mhir Biseyur nanken vhar mhir Biseyur tathin vhar in jommen Biseyur tathin vhar kaff Biseyur tathin vhar thrun khen Biseyur tathin vhar thrun de rhara Zhonn rhin etsh khe de rhara Uise rhaghen in zhonn Zhonn etsh mhiksa vha uise argor Uise rhaghen in nhav veiourn So aer torhe thrun uise argor amen Etsh fhurn rhanor yat pideliias sha krayan Etsh swiskswit sire uise argor beiten mhir Etsh swiskswit rann uise argor teppa to slaug Etsh ven humanityse rhaghen Etsh ven humanityse kaksel Uise livun in gone, uise kluren in gone Ghet etsh fhurn yutu, yat vheren mhir na vhar Garka nhakh jand sha torhe thrun vhar Biseyu nhav ahn snupaprive in uiser Etsh swiskswit raen biseyu to veiour argor Un biseyu raen vhar to uisen Sha in humanityse rhaghen Sha in humanityse kaksel Vheren mhir nhav to vel irrnt Vheren mhir to gra ikoht to biseyu English This is the story of

Bojuren Vha zir gzekmi neibt Etsh tagg vlaga ghonan Na vrenten etsh palk Ven egheten etsh thure Etsh toil so varthes Etsh toil so nenvar Etsh zer nhav shensa Jik zer sha nura zhonn Rhin in theiran etsh raen Etsh raen jik diaren tesshelt Jik nomuen, etsh swis So nomuen, etsh dwine Etsh ven de rhaikhas Etsh ven de vokur Etsh ven ghaharnan Etsh ven palte Eo sha atter yat varshra amen Uise shatta in uise teyi Vor de kiren nahlei ikikt nok Uise argor shurran nahlei uinsen English On cold winter's night We change into beasts For sins we commit Are things we admit We toil in darkness We toil in filth We do not wish To do this anymore That is why we leave We leave to worlds beyond To Nomuen, we fly In Nomuen, we rule We are the righteous We are the law We are Ghaharnan We are Palte In this cruel and dank land Our shame is our gain When the moons shift overhead Our own minds shift instead

Bojuren Rhyasa fai tazser, Yat abit uise oripoe. Faer laur thrum ammon, Tuh Yike Rouse alek abit seil rae yatte hanzal. Akiador in seil val. Akiador aipae vei jik ain nat. English Rhyasa chose mortality, And freed her world. Fleeting remnants of a tender voice, The Great Goddess set free a call of hope and despair. Something is calling you. Something wants you to find it.

BOJUREN Shuksen de graera swit Nomue swiskswit vigg Graera mit kith zhene Eise diar wann nargh Toreis mit keilen odili Etsh swiskswit swis rhoka gishmi Ensi etsh swiskswit khe medir ENGLISH Alone the bound bird Autumn will die Bound by rich men Our world born again Fed by anger Spring We will fly over Winter Last we will see Summer