「Jujutsu Infinite」で発表された究極のクラフトの秘密を発見する
このガイドでは、消耗品、武器、鎧の作成をカバーする柔術のクラフトを詳しく説明します。 Zen Forestにあるクラフトステーションにより、プレイヤーは調査中に収集された材料を使用して高層アイテムを作成できます。
Jujutsu Infiniteの消耗品の作成
消耗品は文字統計を強化します。クラフトするには、クラフトステーションに入り、「消耗品」を選択し、アイテムを選択し、「クラフト」をクリックします。
| Consumable | Description | Ingredients Required |
|---|---|---|
| Rage Gourd | Increases damage by 40% for five minutes, lowers defense by 40%, heals 2.5% HP, +10% focus gain. | One Damage Gourd, One Eerie Powder |
| Focus Gourd | Increases focus gain by 50% for two minutes. | Three Cursebloom |
| Damage Gourd | Increases damage by 50% for two minutes. | Two Spring Puff, One Cursebloom |
Jujutsu Infiniteの武器の作成
呪われたツールは戦闘に不可欠です。クラフトには、特定のキーと材料が必要です。
| Cursed Tool/Armor | Description | Ingredients Required |
|---|---|---|
| Electric Staff | Electrically charged staff. | 200 Cursed School Key |
| Dragon Bone | Strong, durable weapon. | 200 Cursed School Key |
| The Impossible Dream | Special grade drop. | 200 Detention Center Key |
| Playful Cloud | Powerful staff. | 100 Heavenly Chains |
| Split Soul | Special grade weapon obtained from defeating the Soul Curse Boss. | 100 Transfigured Human |
| Viscera Scythe | Special grade tool made with Viscera essence. | 200 Tokyo Subway Key |
| Blood Sword | Powerful glowing red sword. | 200 Yasohachi Bridge Key |
Jujutsu Infiniteのクラフトアーマー
アーマーは文字の統計を改善します。クラフトステーションはさまざまな鎧を提供しています。次の表には、工芸品、統計、および必要な材料のリストがあります。広範なリストのため、ここでは簡潔に省略されています。完全なアーマークラフトリストの元の入力を参照してください。
これらのアイテムを作成するために、調査を通じて必要な材料を収集することを忘れないでください。ハッピークラフト！
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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