I find Northland safer than other locales, but you'll need to train yourself to withstand the bitter cold.

Illumina has no shortage of true soldiers... I would join them if the opportunity ever arose.

For the North.

What really makes people shudder is how similar some Eclipsites are to Aurorians...

Louise enjoys recording too. I'm glad I'm not the only one.

The Queen defends Northland with all her might. It is my honor to have been born there.

If only I had another notebook, I'd write a recipe book on how to properly cook Eclipsites...

Don't waste even a bite, or you'll regret it when you're truly hungry.

No Eclipsites in the Colossus, right? Awesome! Not that it matters with me around.

A hunter's work is not worth discussing. I just write about it in this notebook, see?

Need help? Sure, you did help me with the notes before.

An overconfident hunter is no different than his prey...

Victory! Bring out the drinks!

Freeze!

Outta the way!

Stay calm, stay focused—

Once your mind is made up, do not look back.

A great hunter must be patient.

"Those who fight against monsters must be vigilant lest they become monsters."

Make your decision determinedly, even if there's no hope at the finishing line.

It's a lovely day. All that's missing is a nice snowstorm... Hmm? Is that weird?

A hunter's only friend is endurance!

Alchemy Stars.

Happy New Year! I caught something just for you.

Just listen closely, and be patient. After that, you can just kill off the Eclipsites, solo. Hmm? What do I mean by solo? It means to fight them all by yourself, of course! It's very easy.

The trick to use a rifle is to aim at their heads. If you can't land a hit, then get closer. If that still doesn't work... Try jamming your gun in their mouth.

There's no point being concern too much. Care less, lest it burdens you to death. So... Hey kid, what the heck are you doing out here?! Don't you know there are Eclipsites crawling all over the place? Go home!

This hunting rifle belonged to a true hero, whose last breath was spent fighting Eclipsites. The dried blood on it is proof of his valor, and I'll never forget it.

I love blizzards. When the swirling snow covers the sun and the sky, I actually feel much safer.

Good hunters are always alert and keep their eyes sharp. In blinding snowstorms or the pitch-black night, they never lose their way.

Height, weight, time of death... I record every detail, from the damaged tissues down to the smallest wound on the corpse. By doing so, we don't just learn about death... we also learn about life.

You should try meditating in a blizzard when you're stressed out. It helps to clear the mind when you lose yourself in the wind and snow, much more helpful than sleeping.

This is only a brief stop in my wandering journey. It feels odd, to be honest... Though my body is rusting, my heart melts like ice. It's all thanks to you, kid.

I make Eclipsite sketches from time to time, to make the log interesting.

Curious about my notebook, eh? I found it in the ruins, too. Still in good shape huh...

Hunting dogs are scarier than wolves, for sure... But if you're a bear, there's not much to be afraid of.

Happy New Year! I caught something just for you.

Oh? High-spirited today, aren't we?

Good morning. A day's plan starts with the dawn.

Good evening. Remember to have a hearty dinner.

Working this late, hmm? Are you on the lookout for a rare night-time Eclipsite?

Happy New Year! I caught something just for you.

To be lost is a wanderer's fate, with solitude as their only companion. Would you like to read my notebook? I've written down all that I've seen on its pages. Sit, and listen to my tales...

A gift? You are too kind...

Thank you. I'll be sure to return the favor.

Oh, I like this one!

It's what I've always wanted...

One shot, one kill!

You and me, bring it on!

Locked and loaded!

Although I am strong now, I used to be quite small and frail in my youth. Even so, I would follow my father every day walking on the snow-covered plain, which is how I came to enjoy recording my travels.

Just as Northland has its blizzards, the Rediesel Desert has its sandstorms. Such is life... And what do I have? A hunting rifle, a notebook, and a set of tattered old clothes.

Louise is right, a wanderer's journey will one day come to an end exactly where it should end. I always keep that in my heart fondly... But for now, I still enjoy my life as a wanderer.

Follow me or you might get hurt!