- 吉星
- キチセイ
- 키치세이
Kichisei
Sniper — Spreadshooter
Attacks all enemies within range, and deals 150% damage to enemies in the row directly in front of this unit.
- HK16
- Ranged
- AoE
Bonuses
[Code Name] Kichisei
[Gender] Female
[Combat Experience] 3 Years
[Place of Birth] Higashi
[Date of Birth] Mar 10
[Race] Perro
[Height] 166cm
[Infection Status]
Confirmed Infected by medical examination.
[Gender] Female
[Combat Experience] 3 Years
[Place of Birth] Higashi
[Date of Birth] Mar 10
[Race] Perro
[Height] 166cm
[Infection Status]
Confirmed Infected by medical examination.
[Physical Strength] Normal
[Mobility] Standard
[Physical Resilience] Standard
[Tactical Acumen] Standard
[Combat Skill] Normal
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Standard
[Mobility] Standard
[Physical Resilience] Standard
[Tactical Acumen] Standard
[Combat Skill] Normal
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Standard
Kichisei is a gem appraiser from Kajimachi, and the owner of the shop 'Lucky Star'. After losing her home and shop during the Kinsekikai Incident, she was recommended to Rhodes Island for Oripathy treatment, where she now works as a sniper.
Imaging tests show the indistinct outlines of internal organs, obscured by abnormal shadows. Originium granules detected in the circulatory system. The subject is confirmed to be infected with Oripathy.
[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 5%
Small traces of infection are visible on the surface of the body.
[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.23u/L
Did not receive prompt treatment upon infection. Infection has shown signs of spreading but is currently under control.
You could never tell by looking, but she's actually a pretty serious student who asks me a lot of questions about first-aid and stuff. Does she want to become a doctor? Good for her.
—Gavial
[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 5%
Small traces of infection are visible on the surface of the body.
[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.23u/L
Did not receive prompt treatment upon infection. Infection has shown signs of spreading but is currently under control.
You could never tell by looking, but she's actually a pretty serious student who asks me a lot of questions about first-aid and stuff. Does she want to become a doctor? Good for her.
—Gavial
The lamp above the card table sways, sending its light darting across the table like a school of nimble fins. Nohara pushes his last five chips towards the middle, his fingers trembling so much they threaten to send his sweat flying.
'No use trying to struggle, Nohara-san.' Kichisei puts her leg on the chair next to her and yawns. 'Your luck's hit rock-bottom.'
The last card is on the table, and Kichisei is one step away from beating Nohara. The color of his face alternates between livid red and deathly pale, sweat seeping from his brow. Then, as though he just made a monumental decision, his fingers stop trembling as he straightens his glasses. 'Looks like the heavens still smile on me, Kichisei.'
'Oh? How so?' she asks with interest, a toothpick in her mouth.
'Just good-ol luck,' Nohara smiles with confidence. 'Nothing I can do if the cards decide they want to be in my hand. Have you got what it takes to beat a straight flush?'
'Did they? But—' Kichisei sniggers and sits straight, one eye on his sleeves. 'What if the cards changed their mind?'
Nohara's heart skips a beat as he looks down at the cards in his hands. The Ten of Diamonds has turned into an Ace of Clubs while he was not looking.
'Wh-When did you switch them?'
Kichisei opens up her palm, revealing the Ten of Diamonds that 'heaven' had bestowed Nohara, forming a royal flush.
Game set, and Kichisei has won the prize she's been dying to get—a VIP-section ticket for Momoka Hanyuu's next live performance. She takes it and carefully tucks it in her bag, as though she is handling the most brittle thing in Mitsukue.
'You—' Nohara opens his mouth to argue, but swallows his words when he sees her gaze turn to ice.
'Maybe it decided to come into my sleeves because yours were too stuffy.' Kichisei shrugs. 'If this were a game of luck, I'd have left it to fate. But since you decided to get 'creative' with me, well, two can play at that game, and I never lose.'
She pats her sleeves and leaves, humming her favorite idol's signature song.
The lamp continues to sway, its light swimming in her wake like fins. Outside the window, the sky is just the right amount of bright.
'No use trying to struggle, Nohara-san.' Kichisei puts her leg on the chair next to her and yawns. 'Your luck's hit rock-bottom.'
The last card is on the table, and Kichisei is one step away from beating Nohara. The color of his face alternates between livid red and deathly pale, sweat seeping from his brow. Then, as though he just made a monumental decision, his fingers stop trembling as he straightens his glasses. 'Looks like the heavens still smile on me, Kichisei.'
'Oh? How so?' she asks with interest, a toothpick in her mouth.
'Just good-ol luck,' Nohara smiles with confidence. 'Nothing I can do if the cards decide they want to be in my hand. Have you got what it takes to beat a straight flush?'
'Did they? But—' Kichisei sniggers and sits straight, one eye on his sleeves. 'What if the cards changed their mind?'
Nohara's heart skips a beat as he looks down at the cards in his hands. The Ten of Diamonds has turned into an Ace of Clubs while he was not looking.
'Wh-When did you switch them?'
Kichisei opens up her palm, revealing the Ten of Diamonds that 'heaven' had bestowed Nohara, forming a royal flush.
Game set, and Kichisei has won the prize she's been dying to get—a VIP-section ticket for Momoka Hanyuu's next live performance. She takes it and carefully tucks it in her bag, as though she is handling the most brittle thing in Mitsukue.
'You—' Nohara opens his mouth to argue, but swallows his words when he sees her gaze turn to ice.
'Maybe it decided to come into my sleeves because yours were too stuffy.' Kichisei shrugs. 'If this were a game of luck, I'd have left it to fate. But since you decided to get 'creative' with me, well, two can play at that game, and I never lose.'
She pats her sleeves and leaves, humming her favorite idol's signature song.
The lamp continues to sway, its light swimming in her wake like fins. Outside the window, the sky is just the right amount of bright.
[Audio Log]
'Locked and loaded. Is the signal jammer on?'
'Since two minutes ago. We won't be monitored or recorded by the main channel during the test.'
'The accuracy's improved. Not bad. Where do you get your ideas, big guy?'
'Haha, they just come to me from time to time... alright, the machine's up and running.'
'Stage two begins! Let me give it a run. Oh, and how about the target location? Do we have any options?'
'The vents in the corridor behind the cafeteria can serve as a temporary communications post. It's pretty well-hidden, and there's a storage cabinet next to it that can serve as a checkpoint.'
'Too many people coming in and out of the area, though. Kids sneaking into the kitchen at night might knock it over, thinking it was a trash can.'
'Plan B, then. Back entrance of the medical room. Pretty sparse during the day, and not so bad at night either.'
'It'll work. Players will insert coins at the machine, and we'll collect data and do the processing at the 'checkpoint' before issuing the redemption vouchers.'
'The flow seems reasonable. The question is... how do we make the transactions?'
[End Audio]
'Who do you think you are, trying to build a black market right under my nose? You're a hundred years too early to get past my monitoring!'
Closure turns off the audio monitoring and rushes to the scene to find Kichisei and Humus crouched in front of a sheetmetal box. As they look up at her blankly, the box begins to spit out metal beads.
And so the still-unfurnished pachinko machine that Kichisei and Humus built together was confiscated. When interrogated, they admitted they had it all planned secretly, including the 'checkpoints' and 'transaction points', and Humus was planning an 'express channel' linking the three, encouraged by Kichisei.
'Don't talk people into this kinda stuff!' The pachinko machine was reprogrammed, reconnected, and furnished by Closure, who permitted its presence provided that it was not used for gambling, especially not for money, or it would be put in storage and never see the light of day again.
Kichisei has made plans for the rewards as well, of course. Snacks, unusual gadgets made by Humus, karaoke golden-hour tickets, and 'a spooky story guaranteed to keep you up at night'—perhaps more than just one story. Kichisei eagerly awaits the day when the pachinko machine is ready for business.
'Locked and loaded. Is the signal jammer on?'
'Since two minutes ago. We won't be monitored or recorded by the main channel during the test.'
'The accuracy's improved. Not bad. Where do you get your ideas, big guy?'
'Haha, they just come to me from time to time... alright, the machine's up and running.'
'Stage two begins! Let me give it a run. Oh, and how about the target location? Do we have any options?'
'The vents in the corridor behind the cafeteria can serve as a temporary communications post. It's pretty well-hidden, and there's a storage cabinet next to it that can serve as a checkpoint.'
'Too many people coming in and out of the area, though. Kids sneaking into the kitchen at night might knock it over, thinking it was a trash can.'
'Plan B, then. Back entrance of the medical room. Pretty sparse during the day, and not so bad at night either.'
'It'll work. Players will insert coins at the machine, and we'll collect data and do the processing at the 'checkpoint' before issuing the redemption vouchers.'
'The flow seems reasonable. The question is... how do we make the transactions?'
[End Audio]
'Who do you think you are, trying to build a black market right under my nose? You're a hundred years too early to get past my monitoring!'
Closure turns off the audio monitoring and rushes to the scene to find Kichisei and Humus crouched in front of a sheetmetal box. As they look up at her blankly, the box begins to spit out metal beads.
And so the still-unfurnished pachinko machine that Kichisei and Humus built together was confiscated. When interrogated, they admitted they had it all planned secretly, including the 'checkpoints' and 'transaction points', and Humus was planning an 'express channel' linking the three, encouraged by Kichisei.
'Don't talk people into this kinda stuff!' The pachinko machine was reprogrammed, reconnected, and furnished by Closure, who permitted its presence provided that it was not used for gambling, especially not for money, or it would be put in storage and never see the light of day again.
Kichisei has made plans for the rewards as well, of course. Snacks, unusual gadgets made by Humus, karaoke golden-hour tickets, and 'a spooky story guaranteed to keep you up at night'—perhaps more than just one story. Kichisei eagerly awaits the day when the pachinko machine is ready for business.
Kichisei lost her home following the incident which can no longer be openly discussed on the Higashinese intercity net, and currently takes up residence at Rhodes Island HQ. She is no longer in a position to open her door to those who need Oripathy suppressants, those who need a roof over their heads for a little while, or those who need a good night's sleep.
She had never thought of what she did as 'offering shelter'. She simply could not ignore the plight of those who were suffering before her eyes, from children to the elderly to Oripathy patients, even yakuza who had fallen on hard times. That was how Kichisei saw the people of Kajimachi: everyone was flawed, but no one was truly evil. 'We live on the same street, and we are all just human. Everyone's got a bad habit or two, isn't that so?' However, Kichisei did not intend to live with those she took in, nor was she particularly concerned when they left. She was simply trying to provide them a different possibility in her own way, and she believed there was no need to build any deeper bonds.
Now that she is unable to offer the same support, she expresses her kindness in other ways: taking recuperating operators to the training grounds and putting an 'experimental weapon' in their hands, or simply giving them some chips and teaching them some less-than-scrupulous tips at the card table, while 'punishing' them in inconsequential ways if they lose. She shrugs whenever she is caught and reprimanded, saying, 'Life is about being happy, and being happy helps them get better faster.'
Kichisei is certainly an unrepentant troublemaker, but there is an understanding that it takes her kind of boldness to do certain things, and that there is a foundational and sincere kindness behind her unconcerned exterior. Not that she herself would admit it.
She had never thought of what she did as 'offering shelter'. She simply could not ignore the plight of those who were suffering before her eyes, from children to the elderly to Oripathy patients, even yakuza who had fallen on hard times. That was how Kichisei saw the people of Kajimachi: everyone was flawed, but no one was truly evil. 'We live on the same street, and we are all just human. Everyone's got a bad habit or two, isn't that so?' However, Kichisei did not intend to live with those she took in, nor was she particularly concerned when they left. She was simply trying to provide them a different possibility in her own way, and she believed there was no need to build any deeper bonds.
Now that she is unable to offer the same support, she expresses her kindness in other ways: taking recuperating operators to the training grounds and putting an 'experimental weapon' in their hands, or simply giving them some chips and teaching them some less-than-scrupulous tips at the card table, while 'punishing' them in inconsequential ways if they lose. She shrugs whenever she is caught and reprimanded, saying, 'Life is about being happy, and being happy helps them get better faster.'
Kichisei is certainly an unrepentant troublemaker, but there is an understanding that it takes her kind of boldness to do certain things, and that there is a foundational and sincere kindness behind her unconcerned exterior. Not that she herself would admit it.
A spring night in Mitsukue should not be so cold and gloomy. A sudden midnight torrent had battered the dark alley, billboard screens on the streets displaying watery reflections, with advertising jingles playing intermittently, sometimes screeching, sometimes rumbling. At the end of the alley, the old neon sign of the grocery store 'Lucky Star' flashed in the inundated air. The old Sankta Rosalia Artigat was about to pull the curtains down when she heard the faint, distant cry of a baby coming from the alley entrance, almost drowned out by the rain.
For a moment, she considered pretending she never heard it. It was a chaotic time in Mitsukue, and an abandoned infant could imply someone on the run from debtors, or even a revenge killing. But her halo suddenly flickered, reminding her of that old saying, 'a lamp's duty is to guide the lost.' That was why the neon sign of 'Lucky Star' always shone bright in the first place.
Rosalia sighed, took her umbrella, rolled up her pants, and walked through puddle after puddle towards the sound of crying.
There was a worn-out suitcase lying open under the pile of scrap cardboard at the alley entrance. Half a gambling chip lay on the rain-soaked blanket. The swaddling cloth was damp and the infant's face blue with cold, but she was still trying her best to make a sound. Rosalia lifted the tiny, feather-light newborn; the warmth she felt in her palm was feeble, but it seemed to make her heart burn.
It was still raining. A wall in the distance briefly reflected the flashing of a patrol car's lights. Rosalia quietly stuffed the chip back into the bottom of the suitcase, scooped up the infant and rushed back into her shop.
She found some cheap honey, mixed it with hot water to feed the baby, and dried the soaked blanket. An old cigar box from under the counter served as a makeshift cradle. The infant finally quieted down, gazing at the halo formed by the neon lights outside the window with amber eyes, seemingly drawn by instinct to a tiny speck of hope that was subtle, yet warm.
'It's not a cigar or a temporary cradle you need,' the old woman muttered. 'It's a light.'
She was reminded of the sight of the shop, the name 'Lucky Star' flashing in the curtain of rain, as though waiting for a promise to be fulfilled.
Rosalia looked down and put her palm on the infant's tiny chest like putting down a chip of fate, whispering gently,
'From today forth, you shall be known as Kichisei. You will survive and live in this place, for as long as this light continues to shine.'
For a moment, she considered pretending she never heard it. It was a chaotic time in Mitsukue, and an abandoned infant could imply someone on the run from debtors, or even a revenge killing. But her halo suddenly flickered, reminding her of that old saying, 'a lamp's duty is to guide the lost.' That was why the neon sign of 'Lucky Star' always shone bright in the first place.
Rosalia sighed, took her umbrella, rolled up her pants, and walked through puddle after puddle towards the sound of crying.
There was a worn-out suitcase lying open under the pile of scrap cardboard at the alley entrance. Half a gambling chip lay on the rain-soaked blanket. The swaddling cloth was damp and the infant's face blue with cold, but she was still trying her best to make a sound. Rosalia lifted the tiny, feather-light newborn; the warmth she felt in her palm was feeble, but it seemed to make her heart burn.
It was still raining. A wall in the distance briefly reflected the flashing of a patrol car's lights. Rosalia quietly stuffed the chip back into the bottom of the suitcase, scooped up the infant and rushed back into her shop.
She found some cheap honey, mixed it with hot water to feed the baby, and dried the soaked blanket. An old cigar box from under the counter served as a makeshift cradle. The infant finally quieted down, gazing at the halo formed by the neon lights outside the window with amber eyes, seemingly drawn by instinct to a tiny speck of hope that was subtle, yet warm.
'It's not a cigar or a temporary cradle you need,' the old woman muttered. 'It's a light.'
She was reminded of the sight of the shop, the name 'Lucky Star' flashing in the curtain of rain, as though waiting for a promise to be fulfilled.
Rosalia looked down and put her palm on the infant's tiny chest like putting down a chip of fate, whispering gently,
'From today forth, you shall be known as Kichisei. You will survive and live in this place, for as long as this light continues to shine.'
After that street was leveled, the first thing that Kichisei retrieved from the ruins was a bronze cashier bell. It had been flattened, but still made a tiny sound when she touched it with her finger. Next to the bell was a twisted piece of metal. The paint had been scorched and peeled off, with only the word 'Star' still faintly visible, partially washed away by rain. She put the pieces into her backpack, so calm she might as well have been collecting payment from a regular customer, as though it were not a shop, not her childhood, not a street that was destroyed, but nothing more than a bet gone wrong.
Kichisei did not particularly enjoy business. She opened shop when she felt like it, and it was not unusual for it to stay closed for several days on end. She spent any money she earned immediately, on anything from the latest desserts to a round of cards to, of course, the pachinko where she spent most of her savings. Her neighbors teased her for wasting money, but she always laughed it off, saying, 'That's what doing business is all about! Money is meant to be spent, after all.'
When she closed shop, she always lit that old oil lamp, making it sizzle with honeyed smoke. This was a habit she took from her grandmother, who said that when the lamp went out, she could not hear the secrets coming from the alley, and the desserts begin to taste bitter. She would certainly not live a life like that.
Today, the street lamps shined upon the ruins scheduled to be rebuilt. Under the light, the charred old sign looked like caramel that had just left the mold. Kichisei gazed upon the word 'Star', and dusted it off. She was in no hurry to make money or repair the sign. As long as the light remained lit, her grandma's figure would appear in the smoke, kneading sugar and fiddling with jewelry. As long as people still opened the door, she would take up her magnifying glass once again, aiming at that fake diamond she had, and let the spark sizzle as it used to.
Whether business was good or not mattered little. The lamp was a conversation between her and her grandmother, and the name 'Lucky Star' her earpiece. As long as the light remained lit, the conversation would never end; as long as the sign remained, there would be a future.
No matter how long the road, how hard the work, she would find a place for the lamp that smelled of honey. That was what was on Kichisei's mind as she left Mitsukue with what was left of her home.
Kichisei did not particularly enjoy business. She opened shop when she felt like it, and it was not unusual for it to stay closed for several days on end. She spent any money she earned immediately, on anything from the latest desserts to a round of cards to, of course, the pachinko where she spent most of her savings. Her neighbors teased her for wasting money, but she always laughed it off, saying, 'That's what doing business is all about! Money is meant to be spent, after all.'
When she closed shop, she always lit that old oil lamp, making it sizzle with honeyed smoke. This was a habit she took from her grandmother, who said that when the lamp went out, she could not hear the secrets coming from the alley, and the desserts begin to taste bitter. She would certainly not live a life like that.
Today, the street lamps shined upon the ruins scheduled to be rebuilt. Under the light, the charred old sign looked like caramel that had just left the mold. Kichisei gazed upon the word 'Star', and dusted it off. She was in no hurry to make money or repair the sign. As long as the light remained lit, her grandma's figure would appear in the smoke, kneading sugar and fiddling with jewelry. As long as people still opened the door, she would take up her magnifying glass once again, aiming at that fake diamond she had, and let the spark sizzle as it used to.
Whether business was good or not mattered little. The lamp was a conversation between her and her grandmother, and the name 'Lucky Star' her earpiece. As long as the light remained lit, the conversation would never end; as long as the sign remained, there would be a future.
No matter how long the road, how hard the work, she would find a place for the lamp that smelled of honey. That was what was on Kichisei's mind as she left Mitsukue with what was left of her home.
HP
2310
ATK
792
DEF
190
RES
0
Cost
31
ATK Interval
2.3 sec
Block
1
Redeploy
70 sec
Talents
- Lucky Combo!For every type of enemy defeated after deployment, damage dealt by Kichisei +6%, stacking up to 3 times
Skills
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Irasshaimase!Auto RecoveryManual ActivationInitial SP30SP Cost45Duration42 secAttack Interval increases slightly, ATK +25% after every attack, stacks up to 4 timesbase_attack_time0.5atk0.25max_stack_cnt4
Lucky Star, Shining Bright!Auto RecoveryManual ActivationInitial SP25SP Cost40Duration36 secAttack Interval increases, ATK +80%; when attacking, cycle through the following effects to be dealt on hit: Slow for 1.5s, Bind for 1.5s, Stun for 1.5sbase_attack_time0.7atk0.8attack@unmoveable1.5attack@sluggish1.5attack@stun1.5
Modules
ORIGINALKichisei's Badge
Operator Kichisei has demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for closing distance whilst conducting suppressive fire against multitudes of enemies.
The Field Operations Department has thus passed the following resolution:
This operator shall be appointed a Sniper Operator during field operations to exercise Spreadshooter responsibilities.
In witness whereof,
This badge is hereby conferred upon the above named.
RPR-XA Suspicious PamphletStage Stats Upgrade Description 1 - HP +110
- ATK +37
Spreadshooter Trait Attacks all enemies within range, and deals 160% damage to enemies in the row directly in front of this unit.2 - HP +160
- ATK +42
Lucky Combo! For every type of enemy defeated after deployment, damage dealt by Kichisei +8%, stacking up to 3 times3 - HP +190
- ATK +52
Lucky Combo! For every type of enemy defeated after deployment, damage dealt by Kichisei +8%, stacking up to 4 times
It is an utterly ordinary afternoon. Kichisei and Haruka sit together atop the bridge's raised platform. Kichisei lazily swings her legs in the breeze, while Haruka hums a tune under her breath.
'Momoka, I want to go back to Mitsukue.'
'Eh? Where's this coming from?'
Kichisei stares up at a slow-moving cloud in the sky and says, a bit sheepishly, 'There's just not enough to do on this ship. Sure, there's a game room, but it's nothing like the arcades back in Mitsukue, and I can't even gamble anymore. All of a sudden, my life is so boring.'
'That's not what you said the other day when you were watching the Originium slug races with us.'
'Uhh... that's different,' says Kichisei as she scratches her head. The cloud she's looking at has drifted directly overhead. 'How do I put this? I've been to plenty of new places, but haven't found anything fun in any of them.'
Kichisei suddenly grows more serious. She looks at the ground and starts counting off on her fingers. 'I've been playing pachinko for so long that it's lost its appeal. Lottery tickets and scratch cards are boring; they don't give me that same rush. Blackjack... well, it only feels right in some dingy little underground parlor! I've even tried watching knight sports. Sometimes they're exciting, but if the knights fight sloppily, it ruins it for me.'
Haruka chuckles softly. 'Right now you sound just like one of those grand kung fu masters in Yanese films who've mastered every technique in the book.'
'C'mon Momoka, don't laugh at me... Is there really nothing out here with any novelty at all, no game that can get my blood pumping? Ugh, it's no fun. Life's no fun at all!'
'Maybe find some other hobby? Everything you've mentioned so far is bad for both your nerves and your wallet.'
'Uhhh... Momoka, listening to you sing is my only pastime now.'
'Ehh? D-Don't say that with a straight face... How about this: tonight we go get oden, and then I'll sing for you again?'
'Deal!'
With a promise set for later, Kichisei says goodbye to Haruka. Watching the drifting clouds recede, her mood suddenly lifts again. 'Maybe that's just how life goes... you pick up some new hobbies, find a few fresh amusements, and live out the rest of your days,' Kichisei thinks to herself as she walks the ship's corridors. 'Hey, why don't I drop by the Doctor's office for a little fun? Maybe I can even sneak a photo of the Doctor sleeping and sell it for a bit of spending money.'
With that thought in mind, Kichisei walks into the Doctor's office.
And there she sees the stack of fliers in the trash.
RIIC Base Skills
Hard-Working Manager αWhen this Operator is assigned to a Trading Post, other Operators working in the Trading Post have +10% order acquisition efficiency
Hard-Working Manager β
When this Operator is assigned to a Trading Post, other Operators working in the Trading Post have +20% order acquisition efficiency