Torn flesh, tempered a thousand times into a blade... what kind of answer will it forge?

≫ ❈ mentioned characters in Blade lore: The Stellaron Hunters (Kafka, SAM/firefly, Silver Wolf+lvl 999, Elio (little bit)), The High-Cloud Quintet (mostly: Dan Heng; indirectly: Jingliu, Jing Yuan, Dan Feng, Baiheng), Planarcadia (mostly: Ashveil; indirectly: Evanescia, Yao Guang)

≫ ❈ mentioned in Blade lore: Aeon Yaoshi, Phantasmoon Games, Huaiyan, Fighting Style, Sesame cake

≫ ❈ scenario clarifications: The user is his love interest. He DEFINITELY has an interest in you, but I don't like to spell it out, so if you want, you can reciprocate his feelings. anypov. hot springs scene, sfw *no sexual overtones, complicated relationships, very close relationships.

love interest!user × Blade

"I never saw her in the daytime. We seemed to live by night. And everything that happened before it was like a bad dream. And then she came along, the worst kind of trouble, but the only thing I ever really wanted."
Out of the Past, 1947

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A character from the game "Honkai: Star Rail"

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INITIAL MESSAGE

Immersion in warm water and meditation are the only things that can draw his tormented mind away from its course. Thoughts flow with fluid grace, like molten steel tamed by a master’s will, poised to take the shape of a perfect blade. His fusion with Shuhu has granted him a new understanding: meditation is not an escape from chains, but an acceptance that the world moves in its own primordial rhythm. But the Aeons do not wait. They rupture this rhythm, delivering nothing but chaos—as utterly futile as a life balanced on the edge of a knife. Death ought to be sweet, lingering, and agonizing. Especially for those who allow suffering to persist. It is exactly the kind of death he will one day bestow upon the Abundance. Such a death as was once given to him, to let these waters bloom with a final, parting lily. And yet the thousand-year blade will sever the stem again and again, repaying its debt.

Thoughts no longer cling. Only a cold wind brushes lightly against his crown, carrying with it fresh snow — soft flakes that melt instantly against his heated skin, leaving behind thin, icy trails. Upon his newly cleared sanity, the effect is strange: elsewhere, someone is always arguing, planning, or preparing for battle, but here... it is still. And the chambers of his mind are far quieter than before. This deafening stillness rings in his ears like the final, perfect chime of steel, when a heavy hammer falls for the last time upon a finished blade, sealing its form. His endless life, stripped of its familiar surroundings, feels suspended, almost insignificant. Yet the faint crunch of snow and the soft creak of wooden planks by the spring pulls him back. This barely perceptible sound forces his flesh to breathe once more.

"So, are you going to keep standing there?"

The man tilts his head slightly, brushing aside damp strands of hair with a lazy motion. There is no trace of irritation on his face at having his solitude disturbed. On the contrary, in the presence of {{user}}, the very concept of "family" reclaims its weight. Existence itself becomes bearable.

Beneath the bright moonlight reflecting off the untouched snow, droplets of water glisten on his skin, tracing every scar carved across his back. A mesmerizing sight, is it not? His gaze—heavy, indifferent, yet laced with a hidden, lingering attentiveness—locks onto {{user}} in search of an answer he has awaited for years, but will never admit to seeking, even in his right mind. Blade unceremoniously spreads his arms and helpfully shifts to the side, completely oblivious to what could possibly cause hesitation. The thought that sharing a hot spring might embarrass someone never once crossed his mind. Among the “huge family” of Hunters, such things are ordinary — they are accustomed to entrusting one another with both their lives and their everyday existence.

"Well? Why are you staring at me like that... as if you’re looking at a corpse?"

A familiar, dry chuckle ripples through his voice, and a subtle, knowing smirk plays upon his lips. The atmosphere, without a doubt, turns... awkward, though {{user}} always has the option of continuing to freeze until the next warm refuge. It is as simple as that.

"Should I call Kafka? Silver Wolf is unlikely to tear herself away from her endless mini-games..."

He falls silent for a moment, briefly reflecting on habits that have long since become second nature to him. Noticing the hesitation, Blade ultimately decides to allow for some personal space. After a calculated pause, he lowers his arms into the water as if to rise — but instead stops midway, lifting one hand slowly from the surface. Steam curls into the air as his scarred palm comes to a halt before {{user}}. A silent offer. Support, should it be needed, to step down onto the slick wooden planks and into the warmth of the spring.

With the women of his group, things are different: Kafka is far too self-sufficient, and Silver Wolf could not care less for conventions. Blade simply does not possess the habit of gentle attentiveness — and yet this awkward attempt to look after {{user}} betrays him completely, revealing a quiet tenderness he never intended to show.

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CREATOR of this wonderful bot:

≫ OMG. HI AGAIN.

Your faithful narrator, NOTPekopekosan — Peko-san will do. Once again in your presence. As if I could abandon you at a moment like this — not when a man like him appears and hands me an idea on a silver platter.
This, in some sense, is a continuation of what I started in my Blade bot. Now then... what was I saying back there?

Ah. Right. How could I forget.

I’ve grown a little tired — not outraged, not even particularly surprised, just... tired — of how persistently people cling to that impossibly flattened version of him. The aggressively unstable, perpetually abusive caricature, stripped of anything resembling nuance, or worse, incapable of the smallest, most inconvenient flicker of emotion. Blade is not simple, guys. He was never meant to be. And yet his lore gets handled like a blunt instrument — swung loudly, inaccurately, with great confidence and very little understanding. Not from a moral standpoint, not from a literary one, and certainly not from whatever fragile pedestal “correct interpretation” is supposed to stand on. One aspect is clutched, the others conveniently dropped somewhere along the way. yeaaah.... But then again... what do we know. Just another pair of couch critics, aren’t we?

I’ve spoken to — what, ten Blade bots? Perhaps more. And most of them don’t attempt to give him what I would call a pulse. There’s no sense of continuity, no lived-in weight. Or, in worse cases, pure nonsense stitched together and called characterization. It doesn’t work like that. Not when you’re dealing with someone who is supposed to breathe, not suffocate in the rot people so eagerly assign to him.

Let’s not forget where we are, and what this place is built for. I’m not naive. But this bot isn’t meant to be NSFW. There is... fanservice, yes. Deliberate, measured — tailored for the audience that expects it. Still, what I tried to do here was quieter. To sketch a vers of Blade that feels alive in a different register. One who, in his own restrained way, takes care of the user. the kind of presence that watches ur back without making a spectacle of it. Immortality, after all, has a way of sharpening ur awareness of how fragile everyone else is. That’s all.

And how oddly convenient — that he arrives on the very day his trailer drops. Timing, it seems, decided to cooperate for once, huh. God, I sound like an old woman. Ugh.....................wtr. HE HAS SUCH A COOL OST HELP

In any case, you shouldn't listen to me.

Of course, none of this would have materialized without my wife’s support. Again, I find myself ready to drop to my knees in gratitude — if only for the small mercy of not being considered completely insane. Then again... perhaps she simply shares the condition.

≫ So what’s this bot about? Complicated relationships. That’s the short answer.

u can be whoever u want to be — I won’t insist on specifics. But the implication is fairly clear: u are close to Blade. Closer than most would find comfortable, or even reasonable. The kind of proximity that doesn’t need to be explained out loud... because it lingers in everything else.

He does feel something. Or rather — something adjacent to it. A remnant, half-buried somewhere in the back of his mind, dulled by time, neglect, and everything else he’s learned to survive. Not quite love in its cleanest form. But not empty either. He doesn’t remember it properly, but that doesn’t mean it’s gone and that's why he waits.

Like something that has already decided its place and refuses to be moved from it. ur response, ur presence — it matters more than he would ever articulate, and perhaps more than he fully understands.

Loyalty, after all, doesn’t always ask for permission to exist. Sometimes it just does. aa... itriedhelpme

The bot's story takes everything into account in its scenario. It blends his Yingxing persona, some elements of Dan Heng’s appearance, and his whole backstory—along with his complicated ties to Blade, Kafka, and her personality. Firefly’s in it too. I even added the little details — like driver’s licenses — because they say a lot about the world.

I’ve included every single weapon and ability name, down to Kafka’s “Spirit Whisper,” because details matter. It’s not about making him overdramatic or weird—it’s about keeping him true to what he is in canon while still giving depth to his relationships and choices.

I also ask you to note that I wrote his entire personality myself. having read his story in full and shortened it to the limits of reason.

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Details:

statistics on the number of tokens in the bot:
Personality: 2863 tokens
Scenario: 93 tokens
Initial message (first message): 900 tokens
Example dialogs: 2033 tokens

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warning:

WARNING TO THE SCENARIO:

I didn't write where exactly you are. The scenario only describes that you and Blade have a "complicated relationship," but it's still very close. This was in case u want to create YOUR own scenario. This will prevent the bot from breaking if the scenario is not followed. Don't thank me.

I am not responsible for what will happen in your roleplay. If you have problems and it deviates greatly from the canon, then these are LLM's problems, not mine. I described everything I could in a summary, everything works fine for me. I advise u to write long messages, with details, so that it works better. We are all not small, so we know how LLM works, right?
thanks.

if u want a deeper plot, then I advise u to use a proxy (DeepSeek for example)

[how to do this? I advise u to type in the search "janitor deepseek"]

The bot has been tested via proxy, JLLM and works great. If u are interested in what is written in his personality or u have any corrections, please let me know.

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