| Adventurer | |
|---|---|
| Class | Z |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Availability |
|---|
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Job 1
| LV | 1 | 90 |
|---|---|---|
| HP | 528 | 4802 |
| ATK | 42 | 381 |
| DEF | 38 | 345 |
| MATK | 40 | 363 |
| MDEF | 35 | 318 |
| LV 1 |  Trance & Sword, 80%[Pincer: Inflict x0.8 non-elemental and x0.8 sword damage.] |
|---|---|
| LV 30 |  Magic Attack +10%, Self, 30%[Chain: MATK +10% for 2 turns.] |
| LV 50 |  Demoralization Ward, Self[Equip: Confer immunity to demoralization.] |
| LV 90 | Trance & Sword, Pincer Row, 60% [Pincer: Inflict x0.8 non-elemental and x0.8 sword damage.] |
Job 2
| LV | 1 | 90 |
|---|---|---|
| HP | 589 | 5357 |
| ATK | 45 | 409 |
| DEF | 41 | 372 |
| MATK | 43 | 391 |
| MDEF | 38 | 345 |
| LV 1 | Magic Attack +10%, Self [Equip: MATK +10%.] |
|---|---|
| LV 30 | Esprit de Corps, Area (2), 100% [Chain: Cures allies of demoralization.] |
| LV 50 | Ultima & Sword, 1 Row, 60% [Pincer: Inflict x1.6 non-elemental and x1.6 sword damage.] |
| LV 90 |  Counterattack, 30%[Counter: Inflict x2 character-weapon damage.] |
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Job 3
| LV | 1 | 90 |
|---|---|---|
| HP | 647 | 5884 |
| ATK | 48 | 436 |
| DEF | 44 | 400 |
| MATK | 46 | 418 |
| MDEF | 41 | 372 |
| LV 1 |  HP +10%, Self[Equip: HP +10%.] |
|---|---|
| LV 30 | Ultima & Sword, 60% [Pincer: Inflict x1.6 non-elemental and x1.6 sword damage.] |
| LV 50 | Astral & Sword, 30% [Pincer: Inflict x2.6 non-elemental and x2.6 sword damage.] |
| LV 90 | X-treme & Sword, 30% [Pincer: Inflict x3 non-elemental and x3 sword damage.] |
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Profile[]
Guardian Ryoma
A legendary swordsmith whose taciturn nature perfectly suited his chosen profession. After days at a time spent stubbornly ironing out kinks that any other smith would have simply glossed over, he had little patience for formality or haggling when customers came calling. Pay what he asked, or get an earful of invective for your trouble.
His blood, sweat, tears, or some combination of all three went into each and every one of his prized blades, making no two of the weapons alike. Each was custom-forged to its owner's exacting specifications, and there was no greater pride among collectors the world over than being able to claim ownership of a Ryoma blade.
The hardest part of any transaction was always the send-off; to him, these sheets of perfectly folded steel were like his very own sons and daughters. When they left, they took a part of him along with them.
Guardian Ryoma DNA
A legendary swordsmith whose taciturn nature perfectly suited his chosen profession. After days at a time spent stubbornly ironing out kinks that any other smith would have simply glossed over, he had little patience for formality or haggling when customers came calling. Pay what he asked, or get an earful of invective for your trouble.
His blood, sweat, tears, or some combination of all three went into each and every one of his prized blades, making no two of the weapons alike. Each was custom-forged to its owner's exacting specifications, and there was no greater pride among collectors the world over than being able to claim ownership of a Ryoma blade.
The hardest part of any transaction was always the send-off; to him, these sheets of perfectly folded steel were like his very own sons and daughters. When they left, they took a part of him along with them.
He had given them life, devoting months in the forge to getting their shape just right. He had raised them from nothing, honing their edge with test cut after test cut.
Much to his chagrin, there were times when he wound up exasperated and disappointed, much like a father facing a teenager in the throes of rebellious puberty.
A sword that could not fulfill its purpose—to cut— was not fit to be called a sword, no matter how exquisite its exterior.
This line of thought drove him to polish his technique to such an extent that he ended up forging a blade sharper than even he thought humanly possible.
This child of his was a black sheep. It thirsted for blood, begged to be tested on the ripe, soft skin of a servant's neck. In the hands of any one of the generals he knew, a bloodbath, or even a war, was all but inevitable.
To think, as collectors do, that all of Ryoma's swords are cataloged and accounted for would be a grave mistake. He gave the warrior who commissioned the black sheep another of his children instead, and spirited his prodigal son away under a shroud of utter secrecy.
After the wood in his great forge had turned to cinder and his frail body could hardly hold a hammer, he shambled up the cliff overlooking his estate and, clutching his wayward child, cast himself into the yawning abyss below.
Though his body returned to the earth, the sword yet remained, patiently awaiting the day it would be allowed to realize its true potential.
Guardian Ryoma RNA
A legendary swordsmith whose taciturn nature perfectly suited his chosen profession. After days at a time spent stubbornly ironing out kinks that any other smith would have simply glossed over, he had little patience for formality or haggling when customers came calling. Pay what he asked, or get an earful of invective for your trouble.
His blood, sweat, tears, or some combination of all three went into each and every one of his prized blades, making no two of the weapons alike. Each was custom-forged to its owner's exacting specifications, and there was no greater pride among collectors the world over than being able to claim ownership of a Ryoma blade.
The hardest part of any transaction was always the send-off; to him, these sheets of perfectly folded steel were like his very own sons and daughters. When they left, they took a part of him along with them.
Though returns from initial sales had helped get the forge up and running, he became less and less inclined to continue his work after he saw how his clients treated his children.
Those who wielded them as instruments of war were blind to their beauty.
Those who mounted them on the wall were ignorant of their danger.
The swords that he had worked so hard to create were only being used to half of their full potential. His disgust led him to lay down his hammer—but before he did so, he forged one final masterpiece.
He never said who he gave the sword to, nor why he chose who he did, but years later, circumstantial evidence would help paint a more complete picture.
In a foreign country, the reign of a terrifyingly evil dragon king came to an end. Rumors held that the blade that took his head was forged by a master swordsmith from across the ocean, given freely to a young hero to change the course of history.Trivia[]
- Ryoma (Japanese: リョウマ Ryouma)
- Ryoma is a guardian in Terra Battle 2.
- Added in Version 5.4.0.
- Ryoma was only available from the Pact of Truth and Pact of Fate for the duration of the Terra Battle 2 Collaboration event.