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Break the Limit - Melee DPS

[ Tank ] - [ Healer] - [ Ranged]- [ Caster ] -[ Melee ]

[mosthuggableffxiv]

Most Punchable Job Trainer (Melee DPS)

Which Melee job trainer would you most like to punch?

Ser Alberic Bale (Dragoon)

Heustienne de Vimaroix (Dragoon)

Oboro Torioi (Ninja)

Widargelt Beake (Monk)

Master Musosai (Samurai)

Makoto Obinata (Samurai)

Drusilla Varus (Reaper)

Voting ended onApr 23, 2024

Dragoons Estinien, who gains relevance in the MSQ, is an outlier and was not counted.

[warriors-of-heavy]

A Meeting and a Departure: Chapter 1

[holy shit why did a tonberry break my writer's block wide open.

this is a rough retelling of Stormblood's Samurai questline starring Rogberry, the tonberry of light! obviously, spoilers for that questline, though there aren't any in this chapter since it's focused on scene setting and fleshing out headcanons I have about how tonberries work.

I don't think there's any hard trigger warnings on this, but there are mentions of violence and prejudice towards tonberries and lalafell within, so now you're warned.]

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Rogberry sat in the shade near the bustle of the Sapphire Exchange, gleefully drinking in the atmosphere of merchants enticing passersby. It had been months since he found himself stuck in this fun-house version of Kijoyo calling itself Eorzea, but even now he was still tickled by the novelties of living in one place for extended periods of time. The daily routine of the city was soothing to someone so used to change and chaos.

Tonberries like Rogberry weren’t as despised in his own world, but even there they rarely stayed in one place long. They had friends or family they’d travel with, but too many tonberries in one place was always risky. Still, he had no reason to dwell on such depressing things at the moment. He was probably the only tonberry in the city-having the warrior of light vouch for you opens up a lot of doors-and besides, he was going to be late for Vateli’s performance at the Celestium.

As Rogberry starting slipping his way through a sea of shins and knees, he was once again thankful for the heavy robes and hat of his profession. Not only did they hide the fact that he’s not a lalafell from random passers-by, but its aetheric charge also blocked out most of the emotions of the crowd, which is what made living in a city as large as Ul’dah possible for him in the first place. Of course the hat also made it near impossible for him to look up high enough to see where he was going, so he just had to follow the flow of the crowd for now and hope he popped up somewhere closer to his destination.

Ugh, of course he’d end up in the worst part of the city, and with that paladin nearby too. He never caught her name, all the Eorzeans speak too fast for him to worry about details like that. She was going on and on about some competition, and before he could even say anything she picked him up under her arm and carried him in. Thal's balls.

Now, Rogberry wasn’t against the idea of violence on principle. Any place that would let lalafell run around freely could be considered lawless at best, so he’d been in a fair number of scraps by this point. the problem was the crowds. The Bloodsands were as crowded as the Gold Saucer on a good day, and no matter how cheerful they were, there was always a pungent undercurrent of bloodlust in the air. Violence is addictive to all races, ones that can sense others emotions especially so. Bloodshed begets bloodshed, until a Grudge has taken hold in even the most stalwart of berries’ minds.

While Rogberry was trying to sink further into his robes for extra protection, he caught wind of something very different than the crowd pressing around them. A man stood down in the sands. Not only did he give off no emotion at all, but he gave off a lack of emotion, creating an eye in the storm of anticipation. He wore no armor, but his sword meant he wasn’t a mage either. His opponent already charged, cocksure and hungry for fame, but the strange swordsman simply stood there. He hadn’t drawn his blade by the time the younger fighter was upon him and then-

The fight was already over. In the time it took to blink, the strange swordsman had stepped past his opponent’s attack, unsheathed his sword, and delivered a blow that by all accounts should have shattered the slender blade in his hand, knocking the younger fighter to his knees and ending the match. Every movement was perfect, smoother than the very air currents blowing through the arena. But none of that matted to Rogberry. It was the man’s implacable calmness that he took most notice of. In any other fighter, he would have seen some sort of tell-a flicker of anger, or a burst of pride. But this man’s calm was ever present, as though his opponent had simply tripped in front of him. While the rest of the crowd cheered or groaned, depending on who they bet upon, Rogberry knew one thing for sure.

He had to meet this man.

[aoife-asturmaux]

"Oh, this? It's the newest volume of the Tabibito Kengo series. Have you heard of it? It's about this wandering swordsman who was once a bloodthirsty killer, but swore off killing and is trying to live a new life. I've been following it for years - I even got a volume signed once!"

"That's all well and good, but you'll have time for reading later."

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Continuing on my young Banri thoughts - have had the idea for a little side adventure with him and Musosai floating around in my head for a while. idk if I'll get around to fleshing it out anytime soon, but I wanted to crime up some pics for it anyway :3

[joiedecombat]

Of all the classes Raine's taken for all the jobs she has, who was the best teacher and who was the worst? Who was her favourite if neither of those.

Even narrowing it down to just the people whose official job it was to teach Raine things, it's hard to point to a single "best." For the purpose of this answer, I'm going with the ones from whom Raine learned the most valuable lessons, above and beyond the skills they set out to teach her - things she's continued to apply not only to one specific field, but in her many adventures since.

I'm also breaking it down between both the teachers of combat skills, and the ones who taught tradecraft.

With that in mind...

Among the leaders of Eorzea's fieldcraft and tradecraft guilds, H'naanza doesn't stand out as an especially colorful character. She has her shit together and she stays in her lane, focused on training capable armorsmiths and maintaining Naldiq & Vymelli's reputation for quality goods.

Most importantly, H'naanza has no tolerance for needless elitism. She recognizes that skill is learned with persistent effort, not based on inborn natural talent granted only to a select few. Raine learned a lot about professionalism from H'nanzaa, and a few important lessons about not letting perfectionism get in her way.

Speaking of colorful characters, though... Honestly, Severian barely had the inclination to teach Raine all that much about alchemy, so it's a good thing she had at least some basic education in the field before she came to Eorzea.

However, the great project that occupied Severian's attention over teaching happened to come to fruition while Raine was still struggling to cope with the tragedy at the Vault. The timing meant that Raine was forced to confront some home truths about loss and letting go. It wasn't at all a comfortable or pleasant experience, but it helped her come to terms with some things and it taught her a lesson she's carried with her since.

As far as tradecraft goes, Redolent Rose is probably Raine's favorite of her many guildmasters and teachers. Textile work was a chore she didn't particularly enjoy - mostly because as the only girl among her siblings, she was the only one expected to devote time to sewing and needlework while her brothers got to be outside doing more interesting things - and working with Rose helped Raine put aside her childhood grudge and recognize what a vital skill it really is. The two of them share a belief about the importance appearances can play in social interactions, and get along quite well.

No few of her tradecraft guildmasters emphasized the importance of listening to the client and understanding their needs. From Rose and their shared travails with Wawarukka, Raine also learned that sometimes the client doesn't know what they want, and often has no idea at all what they need.

Among the people who've taught her combat skills, Musosai holds a special place. The old man who set Raine on the path of the samurai taught her to take decisive action to confront injustice and stop evil, rather than hold back dithering over whether or not it's her place to step in. He also taught her to be ready to forgive, and to offer second chances when the wrongdoer seems sincere in their remorse and their crimes unlikely to be repeated.

Most importantly, Musosai taught Raine to hold herself accountable to the same standards of justice she applies to those around her, both for her own actions and the wider impact those actions have. And, at the last, he affirmed and reinforced the difficult lessons she had to learn about letting go.

I've talked before about Ywain and Raine's time with the Lancer's Guild in Gridania, but here he is again. Raine has lingering misgivings about how Ywain handled matters with Folques and the way that whole business played out... but the fact remains that the training she received from Ywain and the Guild has informed her fighting and adventuring style ever since, no matter what weapon she has in her hand.

From Ywain, Raine learned the importance of keeping a calm head and maintaining self-control under pressure. She also learned the difference between true courage, which sets aside fear in the face of danger in order to confront it calmly, and empty bravado which seeks to deny that the danger exists.

For the worst teacher that she's had, Raine can only have one possible answer: Solkzagyl. Fuck that guy. If there's anyone Raine would fistfight in a Denny's parking lot, it's him.

She found his treatment of poor Constaint reprehensible, and if he'd been the only example she'd had from which to learn how to be a paladin, she'd have hung up the sword and shield ages ago. If she never sees his face again, it'll be too soon.

As far as an overall favorite teacher, there's likewise no contest: X'rhun Tia remains the mentor Raine feels the closest connection with, and considers a particularly valuable friend. Though they haven't been teacher and student for some time, she's always enjoyed his company and looks forward to seeing him again and hearing what he's been up to since they last spoke.

[edbydawn]

a peaceful teatime with makoto and musosai AND momozigo

[makkuromurasaki]

Private commission of Final Fantasy XIV characters from left ro right:

Haurchefant Greystone, Master Musosai, Fray Myste

Commission info / Ko-fi / Instagram

[ancientechos]

Beam

FFXIVwrite2020 | Masterlist

Ship: Musosai & Laurelis [WoL] [platonic]

Expac/Verse: SB, Samurai level 60 quest spoilers

Words: 792 words

“Please, Master, we don’t have to do this!”

The miqo’te’s pleas fall upon deaf ears as Musosai draws his katana, shaking his head. Never had he imagined his final battle would be upon snowy mountains, but within grassy fields. The blades of grass themselves would cry out with their dewy scent as their katana blades slashed and clashed, slicing their petalled heads to the ground.

He supposes there is as much poetry in seeing the streaks of blood stain the pure white snow as the fragile snowflakes whip around them.

“‘Tis not your master who stands before you now, but an unrepentant evil.” Slowly, he shifts his stance, his eyes narrowing as he takes in her outline in the storm. “If you do not strike me down, it is you who will fall.”

How he hopes not. This beleaguered, kind girl...her very presence had been a salve to him as much as her ebullient optimism had wounded him. She had been so bright, so pure that even as he passed his knowledge to her, he had felt utterly poisonous, unworthy of her attentions. Not deserving of the brilliant beam of a smile she so often gave him, the determination in her voice, her unquenchable passion and adoration for the world. On one hand — it had revived him. And yet, just as much, he had felt his true self fester.

Unworthy. He was not worthy of Laurelis’ candour, her joy, her respect. He was merely another evil to be cut aside and vanquished. And he knew she was ready to do so.

If only she would draw the katana strapped to her side.

She stumbles in the snow, darting away from his strikes with an unprecedented quickness even in this weather. Her mismatched gaze takes in his every move, his every blow as he whirls across this world of white. And yet not a single drop of red mars the expanse around them, for neither has yet managed to lay a finger upon the other.

“Please, master, let’s...! Let’s just go home!” Instead, she sees fit to waste her breath upon piteous pleas and excuses. Even though she knows full well he is not, and will never be...her master. Because that man is a farce.

“Is this truly the culmination of all Musosai has ever taught you? His legacy?” he hisses through clenched teeth as he brings another slash down upon her. “To simply beg and plead as evil reigns? Truly, what a fool of a man, no better than a simple cur.”

His next blow meets ringing steel — and holds. Laurelis glowers at him with grim, heterochromatic eyes, her ears flattened to her pink hair. Her jaw is set as she pushes him away, her tail lashing from side to side. Finally. Finally, he has made her angry enough to kill him. She finally hates him.

The smile that crosses his face is bittersweet. He’s simply relieved it will finally end — and that, perhaps, he will not have to cut down his star student.

Ah —

It takes not even a moment, and she’s slipped past his defenses to knock the katana hurtling from his hands. The metal sings as if embeds itself into the snow, and with one sweep at his legs, the old samurai finds himself on his back. A cough of a laugh manages to leave him.

“Well done, my pupil. You have...fulfilled your duty. And I, my purpose. Now...all that is left is for you to finish it.”

As Laurelis approaches him with her set jaw, lips taut, clearly furious despite the tears still rolling down her cheeks, he can believe it. And as she lifts her blade despite Momozigo’s pleading —

He simply waits to feel her blade sinking into his flesh.

The katana whistles as it flows through the air, but nothing touches him. When he opens his eyes, she still looms above him, sheathing her katana.

“I have excised the evil within you, and absolved you of your crimes. One fewer evil afflicts the realm. Now...come with me, Master. Let’s go home. You must be so cold.”

And holds out her hand to him. The cold Coerthan sun frames her, and she passes her warmth on to it.

As ever she was a beam of sunlight into his darkness, this student of his.

He lifts his harsh, weathered hand to take Laurelis’, and lets her pull him into the light.

“You have become...a greater samurai than I ever dared to hope. Living in shame...and coming to this land...was worth it.”

“O-oh, not this. We’re going home. And we’re going to get you warm.”