Ryoma

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**Ryoma** (リョウマ) is a Z class human guardian.

## Availability

* Limited-time Pacts with Fores (December 21, 2017 - December 24, 2017)

## Base Form

 Sell value

  Trance Slash, 30%Mega (Unlocks at level 20) | Inflicts a small amount of Non-elemental magical damage and physical damage.
* Upgrades to Ultima Slash, 30% (Giga) at Lv 40.
  Magical Attack +10%, Equip (Unlocks at level 40) | Increases Magical Attack for two turns.
  Equipment Lore, Equip (Unlocks at level 90) | All equipment can be used.

### Profile

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.

## DNA Form

 Sell value

  Trance Slash, 30%Mega (Unlocks at level 1) | Inflicts a small amount of Non-elemental magical damage and physical damage.
* Upgrades to Trance Slash, 50% (Mega) at Lv 20.
* Upgrades to Ultima Slash, 50% (Giga) at Lv 40.
  Trance Slash, 80%Mega (Unlocks at level 40) | Inflicts a small amount of Non-elemental magical damage and physical damage.
* Upgrades to Ultima Slash, 80% (Giga) at Lv 60.
  Dual-wield Mastery, Equip (Unlocks at level 90) | Increases the stat contribution of the off-hand weapon to 100%.

### Profile

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.

## RNA Form

 Sell value

  Trance Slash, 30%Mega (Unlocks at level 20) | Inflicts a small amount of Non-elemental magical damage and physical damage.
  Transcendence Slash, 30%Tera (Unlocks at level 40) | Inflicts a large amount of Non-elemental magical damage and physical damage.
* Upgrades to Transcendence Slash, 50% (Tera) at Lv 60.
  Magical Attack +10%, Equip (Unlocks at level 20) | Increases Magical Attack for two turns.
* Upgrades to Magical Attack +20%, Equip at Lv 60.
  Doublehand, Equip (Unlocks at level 90) | Increases Attack by wielding a weapon in both hands.

### Profile

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.