10th Wheel of Fate [Action/Accidental Voice]
[Since that... costume incident at the bar a week ago, ν-13 has been staying away from the village again, mainly venturing throughout the forest. Today, however, one can find her in the mountains, near the river. Considering the weather's been decent lately, she might as well use the opportunity to train a bit, right? And that's exactly what she's doing right now. Specifically, passersby should be able to catch her throwing a piece of wood she'd picked up in the forest into the air, then launching a barrage of drive blades at it, eventually slamming the remains of the piece into the ground with a different-looking one. This process will be repeated numerous times, though she does take short breaks to replace the piece with a new one when necessary.
After a while, her journal will be knocked open by accident, and though the picture will show nothing but the sky, there's still a very distinct sound audible each time one of the drive blades is summoned. Every time one of the blades hits, ν-13 counts up... in German, strangely enough. Eventually, though...]
Elf... Zwölf... Drei- [This time, the final hit misses completely. Instead of being slammed into the ground, the piece of wood merely falls to the ground with a much less audible thud. The silver-haired Murakumo unit, meanwhile, simply stares at it once she herself lands again.
...That wasn't supposed to happen.]
Total percentage of hits... 99.038%. [And, in a barely audible, but more natural-sounding tone:]
This is no good at all... [A sigh. Yep, someone's being a bit of a perfectionist today. Feel free to bother her~ She could probably use a quick break from her training, anyway. ♪ ]
After a while, her journal will be knocked open by accident, and though the picture will show nothing but the sky, there's still a very distinct sound audible each time one of the drive blades is summoned. Every time one of the blades hits, ν-13 counts up... in German, strangely enough. Eventually, though...]
Elf... Zwölf... Drei- [This time, the final hit misses completely. Instead of being slammed into the ground, the piece of wood merely falls to the ground with a much less audible thud. The silver-haired Murakumo unit, meanwhile, simply stares at it once she herself lands again.
...That wasn't supposed to happen.]
Total percentage of hits... 99.038%. [And, in a barely audible, but more natural-sounding tone:]
This is no good at all... [A sigh. Yep, someone's being a bit of a perfectionist today. Feel free to bother her~ She could probably use a quick break from her training, anyway. ♪ ]