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Translations of the Re:vale interviews in the August 2016 issue of B’s Log! Many thanks to @sumptus/Denego for providing me with the pictures! Also many thanks to @seigyokus for kindly proof-reading and offering suggestions on my translations!
Here are some more Q&A’s from Re:vale.
Idol Profiles Here’s a close-up of these two heart-throbbing idols’ charm points! The more you learn about them, the more you’ll fall in love! ☆
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Released in November 2015, MY★STAR Vol. 4 features an interview with Sakuma brothers. There were also unit interviews (UNDEAD, Knights, fine, Akatsuki) about the unit CDs but I feel like it’s already way outdated…? I’m not going to translate them unless I decide to change my mind…
Q1. What do you like and hate about each other?
Rei: I have countless things I like about Ritsu: his fluffy hair that gives you a good feel when you touch it, his sluggish gaze, his eyes that look like mine—
Ritsu: I hate everything about him. His existence is a nuisance. Rather, I want him to disappear.
Rei: Oh, I am hated aren’t I…? Even though I love him more than anything in the world?
Ritsu: How many times do I have to tell you until you understand? I hate your persistence. Really, you’re such a pain…
Since his birth, Merlin has had the ability to foresee everything in his era completely, without having to go anywhere himself.
Those much more ancient than Merlin, who were able to see into bygone days or capable of predicting the future, had also been considered among the highest of their times. That said, the only magus with clairvoyance alive in this era is Merlin. The previous Holders were always wrapped in the downfalls of their respective lands and had long vanished from the human realm.
If “to know” is the innermost fundamental of Magecraft, then the magus born with clairvoyance has already attained the truth at birth.
Although they were born human, they were also heretics who never obtained humans’ sense of values. Whatever sort of lives they might have led is unknown to Merlin, who does not look over the past.To what degree their feelings may be understood anyway? The state of human society aside, their lives don’t seem particularly interesting.
Merlin can grasp almost everything regarding the circumstances of an age, see all of its details and peculiarities.
To him, the world is not much different than a painting.
A painting named “human society” is well worth enough to see, and may even be called an embodiment of the miracle of God. However, as interesting as the painting may be, Merlin, who is barred from entering, would only enjoy the feeling of alienation. The entire point of their kind may just be the sense of alienation. God’s view on boredom might have been quite different if such useless complaints were constantly shared among fellowmen.
Nonetheless, Merlin has one duty remaining that he must see for himself.
The end of a certain people.
The end of a lone King he himself had crafted.
“And I wonder what, really. The Age of Gods is long over, and this concludes the era of fairies as well. From here on it is the Age of Man, though that too will eventually come to an end. After one is done spinning the stars, one moves onto the business of rotating the sky. And in that case, the next is the era of will. It is such an era that living things without flesh will fail to adapt and simply fall obsolete. And what ever human involvement will be in all that – well, who knows?”
Merlin is the son of the Queen of Wales and an incubus. He is half-human, half-incubus - possessing a spiritual nature, he is a parasitic, higher-dimensional existence that feeds off on humans who can paint their future plans and dreams into reality - and so, he has an extremely odd standing among living things. If he was born as an incubus child, Merlin imagines he would only want to play around in the Spirit World. At the same time, he thinks it is quite fortunate that, thanks to this one thing called human individuality, he can nourish himself without needing the dreams of other people.
Merlin has never hated humans, despite his blood. Rather, he is fond of them to such a degree that it is beyond natural.
Humans, who are not brethren of fairies and giants, were supported by Merlin the Magician, who brought up numerous kings and assisted them with the intention to create an era good for mankind. He wanted to create a reign that governed like a flower – one that would never eradicate the smiles of people, including the knights’; one that would simply enjoy people’s everyday life. This is why he became to be known as one of the leading “king makers” of the world.
That is the painting Merlin wishes for - a completed painting of “mankind’s happy end” appeals to his sense of “beauty”.
In it, there is no affection for humans, let alone for a single individual.
To human beings, Merlin would have seemed like an agreeable young man.
But the being that is Merlin is different.
To put it in a way that humans would understand, Merlin’s nature is closer to that of insects - completely mechanical and objective. His thought format is a chain of reasoning that leaps and bounds. It is utterly incompatible with the mental body* of this world.
Merlin prefers beautiful things over good things, but does not have a real reason for his “like”. He values them more simply because they fit his stomach better.
It could certainly be said that Merlin is fond of “the outcomes of people’s efforts”, but in essence he is utterly incapable of sympathizing with the people themselves.
This painting is beautiful. Yet, even to the contents of this painting, the sorrows of those who painted it are worthless and of no interest.
Merlin merely feels beauty without fully comprehending the painting’s contents.
He does understand what cruelty tastes like, but changing his inherent nature is simply impossible. After all, incubi are creatures with such values.
He assesses dreams by their nutritional value, not their content.
This is the same for humans - whatever wonderful things an animal might have once achieved, if it is served at their dinner table, humans will eat it without any concern.
“I eat dreams to live. I would really rather eat nice dreams, but from a practical standpoint nightmares have a higher nutritional value. Despair is easy, you understand; happiness has to jump many times over really high hurdles to overpower it. To people who try to make this happen, it’s a burden on its own – well then.”
So far away that he thought the evil witch could not reach him anymore, he suddenly came to a halt.
In front of him stood a gate that was built with rough stones, resembling the stone circles – massive rock gates – of Britain. The wasteland surrounding the gate seems perfectly untouched. But these words had been engraved on the gate—
Only the innocent may pass.
“—Oh, I see. I’m done for.”
Merlin shrugged and let out a sigh, and then went through the gate while leaving a trail of flowers in his wake.
Soon, the barren hill was completely changed.
Massive walls of stone emerged from the ground in front of him, in such a way that they would tower over and encircle whoever wanders in. There is no ceiling. The walls seem to vertically extend forever, effectively trapping the visiting magus inside. The place is like a tower without a roof.
In the middle of this stone tower, Merlin stopped to glance behind.
The gate he just walked through is no more. Instead there is a wall, and it seems to go up forever into the sky.
A five-square-meter cage cut out of paradise.
The true nature of this Bounded Field seems to be the lifetime achievement of someone who completely detests him.
“Humans don’t get it after all. This, isn’t this a curse that will rebound and kill the caster if carelessly handled? How weird. I don’t have any memory of doing anything to be so resented by that girl. Ah, more than forgetting, well, you might say that’s just the sort of thing that can be ignored.”
Only the innocent may pass.
The man walked right into the trap because those words hurt.
Even though Merlin hopes for “humanity’s happy end,” essentially, he does not love humans. So, just like an insect, he has consumed many lives - all in the name of happiness and prosperity. There never were such things as “good and evil” or “like and dislike”. He didn’t even have an awareness of “sin”.
This is to such an extent that he thinks “innocent” must be a word that can only be used for those who live on the surface.
From a wider perspective, it can be said that Merlin is fond of humans. He has been actively involved in the human world, after all, and enjoyed things in his own way. Lending a hand to humans. Raising kings. He wasn’t responsible for what would become of the country, and he didn’t feel guilt.
Not until he heard the farewell words of one girl.
“—Yeah, well. It can’t be helped.”
He sat himself down on the remains of a single boulder that stood out against the flat surface of the tiny cell. It was too rough to serve as a good chair, but the height was sufficient. As he sat upon the rock, he looked up at the single, tiny window on the wall.
He hadn’t realized his own reasoning behind coming here until it was too late.
The sky seen through a window is not reality. It is not real Britain.
If it’s the current age, however, he can watch the entire world.
The Magician of Flowers spoke to his familiar, the Cath Palug that was concealed in his chest, in order to rearrange his view.
The final scene is just around the corner.
But before that, a little reminiscent talking about the old days is in order.
It is where flowers of all colours bloom on gently sloping plains. A forest can be clearly seen in the far distance, enveloped by the overlooking sky; the view is evenly divided between the sky and the earth. Here no fence nor house crafted by human beings exist. No walls nor castles - there is no such thing as a country here.
Daytime is filled with spring’s sunshine and the smell of summer; night is wrapped in the autumn air and stars of winter. On earth there are countless flowers and bugs; in the forest there is water and green, and ethereally beautiful fairies lurk in the pond. The paradise people imagine is only an imitation of this place. Here, in this untrodden place, the bounds of a tabooed land* serve as the ends of the island. It is a small world that was called the Land of the Eternal Spring and the Island of Apples in mythology. It is a Utopia that may not be granted to beasts which possess wisdom, one that may never be reached. It is a world cut off from the constant decay and destruction of the surface of the planet and, although it is nestled in human history, has no connection to other lands at all.
The name of this place is Avalon. The star of the inland sea - the soul of the planet called Earth is another name for this shed.
“No, that too may not be a correct expression. Here lies inside as well as outside after all. Located in the exact same coordinates and takes up the same space, certainly, but a phase misaligned with multi-dimensions is what it ought to be called.”
In the flower garden there is one whose form resembles that of humans. A man wearing a robe woven with the finest fabrics, though he still looks modest, his long hair appearing in colours of the rainbow under sunlight. His eyes are uneager along with his attitude, and they gaze into far off distances.
The man is walking through the flower garden while talking to flowers as if they are his friends, and humming. Without confusion, without hesitation, without hurting the flowers that fill the earth.
The man is the very image of a wandering sage who’d stumbled into a foreign land. Even if he doesn’t know his way back, he has no destination to go in any case. If he were to be told that this is the world after death, indeed, he may even agree. He does not harbour a sense of danger despite that, as he is in essence a thing of a foreign land himself. Living humans may be barred from entering paradise, but in that he didn’t mean that all humans look like humans anyway.
To the man paradise and the material world have no difference - “other people’s home”, as it goes. Neither is his dwelling place, and he does not fit into only one or the other.
In the first place, the man’s values don’t depend on humans or the paradise, and neither adheres to his.
Anyway - and so, thinking “that cold-mannered woman has been trying to murder me, better go hide in the Other Side of the World for a bit”, he’d crossed the boundary and stumbled into a foreign land.
“But this is quite cruel. The density of magic here is too strong. This place is pretty much the same as a vacuum; simply breathing is enough to end up dead. In one breath a human of the current age would burst from inside out. This shouldn’t be called a paradise - isn’t it better utilized as a weapon instead?”
The man voiced his suggestion as he continued his walk through the garden. He has come from the current era, that is, from the outside world. He alone has found himself in paradise, leaving behind an island of a certain people that would soon fall, in the fifth century. He is a non-human - though also the magician of a certain King - who has left the King before the last battle and to extremely private women problems, and has taken refuge in paradise.
“Ah, I figured as much. Mordred’s uprising was with the agreement of the lords who had admonished the King, demanding liability for the days of relentless winter, and so began the treachery against the King who embodied the Stone’s ideals.”
The man continued his walk at a steady pace. As he went further, the flowers that seemed to have no care of whether they would be trampled upon began to diminish in number.
Though the island has no end, it seems to change like any other land. Further into the island the land turns barren, similar to Britain.
The man continued to walk through the barren land, holding a staff and humming to himself. Without the use of Magecraft or a mystery, wherever he walked, flowers that would never bloom in that barren soil began to bloom.
He was not particularly bothered by the fact that the land was barren even in paradise, although he did think it was a good reason to decorate it with flowers.
This living thing scatters flowers as he breathes.
A flower in soil. A dream to people. The future to history - are all the very essence of this man.
The name of the Magician of Flowers is Merlin.
He has become the summit of countless myths and of the great mages who appeared in legends.
A half-blood born from the union of a human and an incubus, he possesses the proof of the Highest Mage - the Eyes Which See through the World.
“Well, although one may call me the most supreme, about all I can do is to sow seeds. My sight certainly makes a better story than most, but even that is unsatisfactory when compared to others.”
Clairvoyance. Eyes able to see beyond while the person stands in place. From time immemorial, it is the power entrusted to lands by the gods and the power shamans needed to guard lives.
However profound and capable of performing the strongest forms of Magecraft one’s magic circuits may be, a mage who does not possess these "Eyes” shall not be given the title of the most supreme.
This man…The clairvoyance Merlin possesses is “the Eyes Which See through the World”.
Twins from KiLLER KiNG and Kakerun for Kaikai’s bday~
YO I DONT THINK I SPAMMED YOU ENOUGH SO HEY HEY H YEY Y YAWHKAWTYAHUASJTK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KAKERUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU(DE) THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THE GORGEOUS BEAUTIFUL IKEMEN OF MY FAVOURITE PIECE OF SH- coughs I just cant express enough how much i love Kakeru and it came to an embarrassing point by now and IM STILL SURPRISED YOU CHOSE HIM TO DRAW FOR MY GIFT AND I i i i ii love kake..ru..n .. .
Also yo KiLLER KiNG is gonna KiLL US no pun intended/HIT/ THE TWINS LOOK SO FINE IN YOUR HANDS HUFFS A LOT (waits for your Miroku /punched)
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Saint Seiya - Soul of Gold - OPENING Soldier Dream - ROOT FIVE
Subbed the event drama part with Sousuke’s awkward laugh, Makoto and Haru’s shared telepathy, and Rin almost kissing complaining to Makoto LOL. Drama track is A+ lol.
(for those interested, you can hear my own lone laughing voice at 1:15 minutes into the video after Hosoyan’s awkward “ha ha” and before the audience starts laughing LOL)
**The DVD Clip does not belong to me (someone on Baidu uploaded it here)!
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Didn’t table at AX this year but I was running around with friends in cosplay ! *v*b I was actually too busy running around and never got the chance to buy a lot of things or say hi to everyone ;; It was nice to meet everyone that I did manage to see though, see ya’ll soon hopefully <3
I need to make a proper report and express my gratitude to this girl and Kim for babysitting me the past 10+ days haha! Glad I got to cosplay all my favourites too!
Yoo im kinda alive and this is so embarrassing to post shit dooodle but i have been so dead--AKA NOTHING TO POST
Thanks based KC for making me interested into DC tho i kinda jumped into it myself after seeing her posts
Been playing [.feat rêve parfait] and soon Liar-S next! I can’t wait for KYOHSO release ;w; so curious about their game aaaaaaa.
On other notes, i will be at AX15 so if you wanna hit me up \o/ Just visiting but feel free to catch me or coordinate and we can meet!
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Tales Life Lessons Part II - Ladies of Tales
Link to Part I: Tales Life Lessons Part I- Guys of Tales
Link to Part III: Tales Life Lessons Part III- Supporting Characters
Link to Part IV: Tales Life Lessons Part IV- Antagonists
Tales Life Lessons Part I- Guys of Tales
Link to Part II: Tales Life Lessons Part II- Ladies of Tales
Link to Part III: Tales Life Lessons Part III- Supporting Characters
Link to Part IV: Tales Life Lessons Part IV- Antagonists
Evolution of the Midlander
okay Can I just say That you can even see how time and battle have weathered his face a bit Like it looks like he has scowl/laugh lines and slightly deeper set eyes now and I just think that that’s incredible
I was sort of wondering, how long is 1.0′s events supposed to span? Did the time skip give him a little age or..? I forgot how long 2.0-2.55 is supposed to be but he looks like time has aged him.
Definitely events have.
Whos this midlander you guys talking about, that’s derplander
