Blazblue Bloodedge Experience Volume 1 Prologue

Muscles around my brow strain. My eyelids... My eyelids were heavy. Extremely heavy...

Why? How come I am trying to open my eyes anyway? Even I'm not sure... Well, that's not it... Rather, thinking about it, it's a struggling similar to turning off manual breathing... I feel it's as if some natural aspect like breathing is now being consciously controlled.

My body feels compressed, chilling debris weighing my body down, disrupting my breathing.

[Ugh...]

My breath was caught in my lungs, the crus.h.i.+ng weight forcing a liquid into my airway instead. It fills my mouth, leaking out over my lips. At the same time, I am overcome by the smell of iron or rust. I realize it's blood. It feels so warm... Or maybe my body temperature has lowered cooler than the blood... Now that I've noticed the feeling of temperature, I realize my body is stiff and paralyzed... My body does not even tremble in pain, fear, or shock... Slowly and steadily, my body grows heavier; it feels as if I am sinking, sinking into the ground...

(Is this... how it all ends...)

In the back of my mind, I realized the truth. The end was near. My dark blue surroundings are slowly devoured by darkness. As my consciousness faded, instead of anything else, I recalled a face... It was the smile of my childhood friend that always found time to take care of me.

(Ugh...if I get my clothes this dirty...you'll get angry...)

I don't want to make you upset if possible... Lost in my thoughts In the sinking darkness, a faint wind blew across my eyelids. My consciousness slowly stirs back, subtly and slowly. Standing before me was a lone girl. Instead of my childhood friend's intoxicating smile, one that soothes like basking in sunlight; this young lady looking down on me is one with a black mantle and a cold, indifferent expression.

At her appearance, breath leaked out from my blood-filled mouth. 'Would everything be okay now?', I wondered. The words I intended to mutter to her sunk deep into my throat like my body under the debris, disappearing before it can ever form. Like a moon, the young lady turns her white toes toward my compressed body, she shrugs her shoulders under the mantle, amazed. While the gesture was modestly dissatisfied, it was indicative of her antipathy, her aversion to approaching, to my dying eyes.

The young lady had a faint smile float across her face. As if mockingly sneering, there was indeed a content look on her face as her eyes narrow and her small lips part:

"...would you like to survive?"

The embers of dissatisfaction reared it's ugly head within my cold, tattered body...the h.e.l.l? Who do you think you are to sneer at one's misfortune?

However, out of the blue, my thoughts turned away from negativity. '...would you like to survive?', I pondered the rude girls words. Of course!The answer is obvious! Yes, I want to survive!

(Because...there is someone who will worry if I do not return...)

Although vaguely, irritated thoughts of the immediate surroundings and misfortune were relegated to a small corner of my mind, rather the tension I should be feeling at the state of affairs was strangely distant from my concerns. Indeed my feelings were carefree as I worried about others.

The overlooking golden pupils, I wonder if she sees through my thoughts? Getting closer, the young lady bends down toward the pile of rubble where I lie, a smile gracing her thin lips carved into an expression contrary to her earlier antipathy. As she stooped down white knees teasingly escaped from her black mantle. For a moment those dazzling knees wrapped in transparent, fair skin ensnared my thoughts beyond what I could handle, like a enrapturing optical illusion.

A hand the same complexion of those captivating knees strokes my cheek not covered in debris. Her face begins to move, as if to follow the fair-skinned hand. It was as if she was moving in for a kiss.

The lips from that formerly indifferent countenance approach as if to touch my skin, whispering near my ear:

"If that is the case, then I will help you survive. But...find the Azure[Ao]. And then, me."

My eyelids, unable to bear the strain from the heavy weight, close shut. The next moment, within the darkness, I feel a new sharp, stabbing pain. A pain near my neck's side, blood trickling from a new wound, despite the rusty smelling crimson liquid only overflowing from my mouth earlier.

In the end, my consciousness fades. Slowly, I get swallowed by darkness. The darkness consumes me like an unseen beast, pulling me into the unknown depths. Yet contrary to popular conception, the darkness was comforting, like sinking into a warmed mud bath.

I'm using a system of Localized Term[Original j.a.panese Term] For example:

If there are any new Mori chuuni terms, I may try to coin a localized term myself with some Latin, but might opt instead to use German instead to coincide with Naoto's German Motif 'Jaeger'.

This isn't a one-to-one translation as well, since BB has so much added localized features, so I made sure to add sensory detail so the flow is more akin to CT/CS localization rather than the more bland CP/CF localization. Still, I still have my grievances, like how Hak.u.men did not speak like a chuuni-af knight in Old English, but that doesn't matter to 99% of fans.