[X] You previously trapped this area with grease and fishing line attached to the blades on the wall. Advance or retreat, once they trip the wires, they get skewered. [Starting Job: Scoundrel]
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People assume a great many things about you: your class, your intelligence, even your gender. Because you're a banchou, they think you lowborn. Because you skipped school, they consider you stupid. Because you respect your appearance and Aneki's memory, they consider you deviant. You are no lowborn dog, nor are you a deviant.
As these dogs are soon to learn, you are no fool.
[Scoundrel Job Unlock! Wits up!]
[Cunning Trap Unlocked!]
[Against All Tyrants Unlocked!]
You bait the first bandit by leaving an obvious gap in your defense; he raises a similarly worn dao as his kneecapped compatriot and swings wildly at your head. You sweep left, out of the blow, and guide his lead leg with your staff. He steps onto a greased patch of floor; the momentum carries him forward into a spider's web of invisible wire. He goes down thrashing, signing the death warrants of all who oppose you.
The wires pull on spears and swords above the weapon rack, sending them hurtling into the bandits. All are skewered, most are incapacitated. Those who still fight, you clean up with strikes to the head and body.
From the sounds of battle around you, most of the bandits have been driven back, but many of your own have been slain. The fire rages throughout the orphanage, turning it into a vision of hell. A suitable location for a sinner like you.
The Fist of the North Star looking mid boss strides forth to see his men beaten by your hand. You see him covered in animal pelts and chains, wicked gauntlets and a necklace of bronzed skulls the only metal on him.
You call out to the mid boss. "Oi, are you here to give me a challenge?" You tap your staff on your shoulder, other hand on your hip.
"Impertinent bastard, I am Abeshi the Killing Mountain." The mid boss pounds on his massive, muscled chest. He's pushing seven feet and is built like his namesake.
"Abeshi, huh?" You grin and point to him; you've always wanted to do this. "Well then, you are already dead."
Abeshi laughs like an avalanche. "I will pick my teeth with your bones, little girl."
You snarl and kick one of the scattered blades at Abeshi, using them as cover for your attack. "I am a MAN!"
The blades sink into his flesh; he's too big and too slow to dodge them. You thrust your staff at his knee, looking to cripple him like the others.
He checks your thrust with a gargantuan shin; he's unarmored but it feels like you've hit solid iron. The blades in his flesh fall out; he's barely injured.
"Nuhuhu, look well. This is the power of Iron Mountain qi gong!" He smashes you with a steel girder lariat. "Now allow me to demonstrate the other half of my namesake."
You roll out of the way of a skull-crushing stomp, taking care to avoid your own trap. Abeshi moves through the field of blades like a glacier on cocaine, unheeding of the weapons piercing him. Bandits beg to him, he crushes them in his path. He kicks one of the corpses into you; you slip it and it splatters against the wall.
"Kicking trash around, huh?" You're hurting badly from that one hit, but you notice Abeshi's wounded from your blade trap. His face has a single bloody slash, worse than the rest. If you can just exploit those...
You kick more blades at him, then trigger another tripwire of yours. A slender, rapier-like jian falls from the sky; you smash it like a baseball into Abeshi. He bats away the chaff blades with a single paw, but gets caught by the jian in the chest.
"Your pinpricks do not injure me, little man!" Abeshi roars. "Now stand and deliver!"
He's bleeding, ever so slightly, from the wounds he's taken. The jian wobbles in his chest; it caught deep. Just as you hoped. This guy's tough. But like all tough guys, they think they're invincible. You've made a career of shattering those delusions.
You let him close to just outside your staff's effective range, then sweep it across the rough stone floor. It picks up grease, the metal tip sparks, and the oven air does the rest; a flash of fire and hot oil fly into Abeshi's face. He screams and clutches at his eyes.
"Your qi gong missed a spot," you snicker. "But I won't."
You step forward, center your body, and unleash rapid staff strikes to the wounded parts of Abeshi's body. The more you hit, the more the wounds open, the more each blow affects him. By the 80s, he's quivering with each thrust while you yelp like Kenshiro.
For the hundredth strike, you take your staff, working through a kata you've practiced myriad times. Your aura flares with...
[ ] Burning Red [Fire cultivation]
[ ] Dancing Blue [Wood cultivation]
[ ] Shocking Yellow [Earth cultivation]
[ ] Gleaming White [Metal cultivation]
[ ] Shining Black [Water cultivation]
As you strike at the jian and through Abeshi's heart. He collapses before you, grasping at his many wounds.
"Yo, what was your name again?" You do a flourish with your staff. "I like knowing the names of those I send to hell."
"A...A..." His wounds start to glow with the color of your aura. "ABESHIIIIIIII!"
He explodes in light.
You look around you; the orphanage is saved, but the place has burnt basically to the ground. No one is left uninjured except you and..
[ ] A willowy looking boy clutching a bow and arrow, hiding behind a support beam.
[ ] A large, muscular boy carrying wounded over his shoulders.
[ ] A toned, horned girl holding a support beam up alone.
[ ] A small, pixie looking girl holding a rifle and picking off straggling bandits.
