Kichisei

Kichisei is a 5-star character in Arknights. Kichisei's class is Sniper. Faction: Higashi.

Kichisei trades range for area coverage: her attack only reaches a short zone in front of her, expanding slightly once promoted, but it hits everything in that space and deals 150 percent damage to whatever's directly in the front row. She's tankier than most Snipers with higher HP and DEF, though that comes with one of the steepest deployment costs in the class once promoted.

Lucky Combo adds a mix of crowd-control effects on top of her decent damage output, making her a solid pick specifically for close, clustered fights rather than long-range engagements.

RPR-X: It is an utterly ordinary afternoon.

Kichisei and Haruka sit together atop the bridge's raised platform.

Kichisei lazily swings her legs in the breeze, while Haruka hums a tune under her breath.

"Momoka, I want to go back to Mitsukue."

"Eh? Where's this coming from?"

Kichisei stares up at a slow-moving cloud in the sky and says, a bit sheepishly, "There's just not enough to do on this ship.

Sure, there's a game room, but it's nothing like the arcades back in Mitsukue, and I can't even gamble anymore.

All of a sudden, my life is so boring."

"That's not what you said the other day when you were watching the Originium slug races with us."

"Uhh... that's different," says Kichisei as she scratches her head.

The cloud she's looking at has drifted directly overhead.

"How do I put this? I've been to plenty of new places, but haven't found anything fun in any of them."

Kichisei suddenly grows more serious. She looks at the ground and starts counting off on her fingers.

"I've been playing pachinko for so long that it's lost its appeal.

Lottery tickets and scratch cards are boring; they don't give me that same rush.

Blackjack... well, it only feels right in some dingy little underground parlor!

I've even tried watching knight sports. Sometimes they're exciting, but if the knights fight sloppily, it ruins it for me."

Haruka chuckles softly. "Right now you sound just like one of those grand kung fu masters in Yanese films who've mastered every technique in the book."

"C'mon Momoka, don't laugh at me... Is there really nothing out here with any novelty at all, no game that can get my blood pumping?

Ugh, it's no fun. Life's no fun at all!"

"Maybe find some other hobby? Everything you've mentioned so far is bad for both your nerves and your wallet."

"Uhhh... Momoka, listening to you sing is my only pastime now."

"Ehh? D-Don't say that with a straight face...

How about this: tonight we go get oden, and then I'll sing for you again?"

"Deal!"

With a promise set for later, Kichisei says goodbye to Haruka.

Watching the drifting clouds recede, her mood suddenly lifts again.

"Maybe that's just how life goes... you pick up some new hobbies, find a few fresh amusements, and live out the rest of your days," Kichisei thinks to herself as she walks the ship's corridors.

"Hey, why don't I drop by the Doctor's office for a little fun?

Maybe I can even sneak a photo of the Doctor sleeping and sell it for a bit of spending money."

With that thought in mind, Kichisei walks into the Doctor's office.

And there she sees the stack of fliers in the trash.