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Rikka Inui possessed a unique charm composed of a familiar “girl-next-door” facial structure, distinctive smiling eyes with small eyelids, and somewhat prominent cheekbones. Most notably, she must be recognized for her unusually slender and elongated physique—a strikingly anomalous body type that explains her fitting model background. Unlike typical East Asian, she exhibits a small head and an almost supermodel-like 8-heads-tall body ratio, standing 170cm tall.
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Rui Hizuki may appear to be just another typical, cute, fresh idol type at first glance. However, in certain camera angles, a subtle aura of seriousness emerges. Her characteristic shyness, reserved demeanor, calmness, modesty, neatness, serenity, intellect, grace, dignity, and maturity are clearly revealed in the first interview clip of her debut (SNIS-664). These traits are not limited to her appearance alone but are also expressed in her tone of voice, speech patterns, and gestures. She had long admired the AV world. Though from a general perspective this may seem incomprehensible—she approaches AV with a sense of professional mission, personal sexual exploration, and a cultural vision. There's a tender gleam in her eyes as she looks into the camera—an innocent anticipation mingled with a dreamlike longing for the AV world she has yearned to enter.
The autumn wind howled through the bamboo forest as Li Fei tightened his grip on the chipped sword. “You really think you can take me down with that rusted scrap?” sneered the bandit leader, twirling his twin hooks. Li Fei spat blood to the side. “Tch. Talk big after you survive three moves.” In a flash, his blade hummed—steel met steel, sparks flying like fireflies. The bandit staggered back, his fancy hooks now notched beyond repair. “Damn... you're no ordinary swordsman!” Panting, Li Fei wiped his brow. “Told ya. Now scram before I change my mind about leaving witnesses.”
The cobblestones were slick with rain as Aldric shoved open the tavern door, his cloak reeking of wet wool and iron. “Another round, Marta,” he growled, slapping a copper coin stained with blood onto the counter. The barkeep didn’t flinch—warriors with haunted eyes were common in this border town. “Heard you’re hunting the Thornwood Witch,” a drunktard slurred from the corner. Aldric’s grip tightened around his tankard. “Aye, and her head’ll fetch me ten silvers.” But when the witch herself materialized beside him—her breath smelling of rotten roses—his bravado faltered. “Ten silvers?” She laughed, blackened teeth gleaming.
Jack spat. “Master key? Lady, your plan’s dumber than a screen door on a submarine.” He lunged behind a toppled pretzel cart as bullets shredded the spot where he’d stood. His earpiece crackled. “Jack!” yelled his tech guru, Zane. “That key’s a nano-drive hacking EVERY bank vault in the city!”
“Fantastic,” Jack growled, spotting a maintenance ladder. “Tell me something useful.”
“Override code’s 7392—but you gotta input it before midnight!”
Jack glanced at his water-resistant watch: 11:58 PM. “Cutting it close, huh?” He kicked open a fire exit, only to face Kara aiming a shotgun. “End of the road, американский идиот.”
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In the early 2000s, the AV industry was still dominated by the “cute and innocent girl” idol-like image that had prevailed throughout the 1990s. There were few leading actresses with elegant, urban, and mature beauty. Akiho Yoshizawa’s uniqueness was a product of that era. Her image, which suited TV frames with its sophisticated and metropolitan appearance, filled a visual void in AV at the time. She was one of the rare examples who transplanted the composed announcer archetype—with neat features, urban elegance, cold dignity, and controlled expressions—into the AV world. In retrospect, her looks no longer seem so exceptional only because many similar “urban beauty” performers have emerged since.
The tavern smelled like stale ale and burnt meat. I wiped my dagger on the tablecloth—guy wouldn’t be needing it anymore. “You’re late,” growled the witch in the corner, her eyes glowing like embers. She tossed a rotting raven onto the table. “Your brother’s last message. He screamed your name before the curse took him.”
I kicked the dead bird aside. “Cut the drama. What’s your price?”
She grinned, black teeth glistening. “Three drops of blood from the king’s bastard. Or...” Her finger traced the scar on my forearm—the one from the war. “That memory of your first kill. The one that haunts you.”
The comms crackled in my helmet as I crawled through the wreckage of the derelict starship. “Captain, you're losing oxygen. Turn back now,” said the AI, CAL. Like hell I would. The alien hieroglyphs on the walls pulsed blue—same as the distress signal we picked up light-years away. Then I saw it: a human skeleton fused with metallic tendrils. Not just any human. Lieutenant Mara's ID tag dangled from its ribcage. “CAL, scan this. Tell me I'm hallucinating.”
The microfilm dissolved in my coffee exactly as the briefing said it would—but the waiter's smirk told me Langley forgot to mention one detail. “They know you take it black,” he whispered, sliding the check across the table. Blood bloomed through the receipt's watermark as elevator music played Smoke Gets in Your Eyes in perfect 4/4 time.
The neon-lit streets of Neo-Venus pulsed with forbidden energy as Kael adjusted his cybernetic gauntlet. Above him, the twin moons cast eerie shadows—omens of the coming war between the arcane and the artificial. A whisper slithered through his neural implant: “The Void Serpent stirs.” He gripped his plasma-blade, its hilt engraved with ancient runes that glowed in response. Somewhere in the city’s underbelly, a half-machine prophet was waiting, and destiny had just run out of patience.