Update - 1.3.0.69

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data/language/en_us/discip.json

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   "DiscIP.214014.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214014.3": "Sweet Times",
   "DiscIP.214014.4": "\"So much fruit over here! Let me just give a little puff of magic and bring them down.\"\n\"I'll catch... Whoa, my basket's full already! Hehe, we're going to eat so well.\"\n\"I-I'm stuck...\"\n\"Fuyuka, hold still! Don't move too much, you'll break the branch...\"\n(Whimpers)\n\"It's okay, just jump. I've got you.\"\n\nListening to her friends chattering, a quiet smile graced Nazuna's lips.\n\"You keep picking. I'm just gonna rest over here for a bit.\"\n\"Besides, filling my stomach is its own kind of rest...\"\nHer eyes fixed on a plump fruit. She couldn't help but swallow as her hand slowly reached out.\n\nNazuna took a huge bite, the sweet juice from the soft pulp bursting over her tongue.\n\"Wow, so sweet!\"\nHer eyes crinkled with delight as she swung her legs, her heart feeling lighter by the second.\n\"Here, you have a bite too.\"\nNazuna set the fruit in the small basket beside her, next to the plushie she always kept close.\n\"Hehe, what do you think? Sweet, right?\"\n\n\"Hey, Nazuna! You're eating already?\"\n\"Well, if someone's picking, someone's gotta eat, right? We can't let good fruit go to waste.\"\n\"I can't believe that's your excuse...\"\n\"Alright, alright, no fighting. We've picked more than enough, so we can leave some for any Trekkers who pass by. C'mon, everyone, get down from the trees so we can eat together!\"\n\nIt was an ordinary day.\nA season for harvest, a season for friendship.\nBut sweeter than the fruit was the quality time spent with friends.",
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+  "DiscIP.214015.1": "Main Melody",
+  "DiscIP.214015.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214015.3": "Deer's Song",
+  "DiscIP.214015.4": "This was a long, long time ago.\nA strange, wondrous encounter for Nazuka the Trekker, one quiet afternoon.\n\nTrekking alone through the forest to scout for monsters, she found a flat, open clearing to make camp. After setting up, building a fire, and eating, she pulled out a chair and her notebook to log her surroundings and the day's journey.\n\nSunlight streamed through the dense canopy, scattering flecks of gold across the riverside meadow. With butterflies dancing in the tall grass, the scene felt like a fairy tale.\nNazuka sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, staring at her notebook. A wave of exhaustion washed over her.\nJust then, she heard the soft call of a deer.\nOne by one, the gentle creatures drew near and nuzzled against her arm.\n\n\"You're tired, aren't you?\"\n\"... Yes, a little.\"\n\"It's been a hard road, traveling all this way alone.\"\n\"It's been all right.\"\n\"How long can you keep this up? This isn't your responsibility to bear, is it?\"\n\"...\"\n\"No one knows what you sacrifice. Even if you compile everything you've learned into a book for other Trekkers, no one will remember your kindness. Don't you think—\"\n\"Stop. I just want to rest.\"\n\n\"Have you heard the story?\"\n\"A little girl was sitting by a lake when a peculiar white rabbit hurried past. It was well-dressed, held a pocket watch, and muttered to itself as it scurried along. The curious girl followed it down a rabbit hole into a wondrous world...\"\n\"Ah, I know that one. I know the sequel, too. After the girl returned, she was resting in her room one day and stepped through a mirror into a looking-glass world, where everything was the reverse of reality.\"\n\"But why bring that up now?\"\n\"Because ... I'm starting to wonder if, like that little girl, I'm dreaming.\"\n\nNazuka looked at the buck and doe across from her, who were speaking to her.\nIf this were happening inside a Monolith, she might have understood. But out here, in The Wilds? Why...\n\nThump.\nHer notebook slipped from her grasp, and the sound of it hitting the ground woke her with a start.\nIt really was a dream.\n\"What a self-pitying, embarrassing dream.\"\nAt some point, the deer of the forest had quietly surrounded her.\nThey didn't speak. They only watched, their curiosity silent and gentle.\nHer own face was reflected in their round, dewy, dark eyes.\nNazuka smiled and reached out, stroking their noses.\nA breeze swept through her hair, scattering the gloom in her heart. It was a rare moment of peace on a grueling journey.\n\n\"Time to get back to work,\" she said, retrieving her notebook and packing her camp. \"Thank you.\"\nPassing a babbling stream, she splashed her face with cold water.\nAlone and wide awake, she set off once more.",
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   "DiscIP.214023.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214023.3": "Colors Pierce the Grey",
   "DiscIP.214023.4": "Lately ... her skateboard's bearings feel rusty, the wheels turning with an unpleasant drag.\nHer baseball bat no longer feels like an extension of her arm, its swing producing a dull thud like shaking out an old sack.\nMinova feels weary, but she can't figure out why.\nIs school getting tougher?\nHardly. She's still confident about securing the Platinum Academy scholarship.\nIs Ashwind in trouble?\nBut it hasn't fought rival gangs in ages—\ntheir days are spent playing the same old cat-and-mouse game with the Imperial Knight.\nNow that she thinks about it, Minova realizes she hasn't seen Neuvira or Vollara around.\nNo troubles are in sight and studies are well in hand, yet exhaustion clings to her like a shadow.\nSomehow, the daily grind has lost its charm.\n\n\"You really think this'll cheer up the cap?\"\n\"Come on, she's barely older than us. Bet deep down, she must want to have some fun too.\"\nNeuvira and Vollara return to the clan, carrying a crate of fresh spray cans.\n\n\"Time for some fun, cap!\"\n\"I dunno...\"\n\"No excuses! Check this out...\"\n\"Psshh—\"\nA vibrant red blooms before Minova.\n\"Sun's out, fun's out.\"\n\nYielding to their persistence, Minova finds herself at the docks she hasn't visited in ages.\nThe realization hits her—when was the last time she properly enjoyed the fresh air out here?\n\"Heads up, cap!\"\nInstinctively, Minova swings her bat. Syougi Ketsu feels alive in her hands again. As the ball soars,\nsomething inside her just clicks back into place.\n\nThe crisp sound of the hit draws the attention of the girls mid-spray.\n\"Haven't seen cap grin like that in forever.\"\n\"For real. She's actually acting her age for once!\"\n\"Hey, you've got paint on your face.\"\n\"Whatever. Better than getting roughed up in a fight. So ... decided what to paint?\"\nNeuvira raises her spray can again.\n\"Hmm ... how about a rainbow?\"",
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+  "DiscIP.214024.1": "Main Melody",
+  "DiscIP.214024.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214024.3": "One, Two, Three, Jump!",
+  "DiscIP.214024.4": "\"Treasure Hunting\"—\nThe moment the first Trekker set their sights on the Monolith, seeking Artifacts,\nthis word—once a source of courage and hope—faded from people's lives like the forgotten ruins themselves.\n\n\"Let's go treasure hunting!\"\nIris, who's preparing lunch, paused—though calling it a 'meal' was generous, as it was merely Tawny Nightingale slices—and turns to look at the travel-worn Noya.\n\"Treasure hunting?! You kidding?\"\nNoya explains that though she'd left early that morning, the Association had nothing to offer—all the high-paying jobs had been snatched up.\nBut on her way back, she caught an auction video playing in a store window. There it was, another way to make Dorra: treasure hunting.\nWhile Artifacts may be all the rage, those odd antiques plundered from ruins sometimes can fetch unimaginable prices among high society's novelty seekers.\n\n\"C'mon. There must be some untouched spots near this city!\"\n\"... Fine. I'll trust you this once. But heading out treasure hunting without recon? That's gambling with worse odds than Monolith climbing.\"\nIris lets out a defeated sigh and begins packing their gear.\n\"Hey, where's Amber? The bread's sliced. Should we pack it?\"\nRight then, Amber leaps down from the RV's skylight like a cat, cradling a squirrel.\n\"This little one's lost its way home.\"\n\"Then let's explore the forest depths. A woods that big has got to be hiding something good!\"\nAnd so, the impromptu treasure hunting party sets off toward the forest, their excited chatter filling the air.\n\nHours later.\nThe forest grows impossibly dense, and they begin to fear they'll lose their way if they venture any further.\n\"Should we turn back?\"\n\"Perhaps ... just a bit further?\"\nRight as they're about to surrender to doubt, the squirrel springs from Amber's embrace and vanishes into the dense foliage.\nThe trio exchange quick glances before chasing after it.\nAs they brush aside hanging vines and navigate gnarled roots, an ancient crypt's entrance materializes before them.\n\"An entryway.\"\n\"I'll lead. Amber, cover me. Iris, scout the terrain!\"\n\"Be careful, Noya!\"\n\"Relax! Just some treasure to grab. I'll be right back!\"\n\n\"Squeak—\"\nThe squirrel returns to Amber, chittering its gratitude for her for guiding it home.\nAmber returns the gesture, grateful for the little one's help in discovering the ruins.\nNoya clutches the vines leading down into the unknown, takes a deep breath, and silently counts.\n\"One\"\n\"Two\"\n\"Three\"\n\"JUMP—\"",
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