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Cloak the Badass Blademaster

KI-Kunst „Cloak the Badass Blademaster“ von Umbrie Shadowsong auf PixAI. Erstellt mit Tsubaki.3 Flash.

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3rd "Favorite Works" Contest#What You Love, Your Way 3

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Veröffentlicht: Nov 12, 2026

Umbrie Shadowsong

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character: minamiya_natsuki, copyright: strike_the_blood 1girl, solo, full body, looking at viewer, standing, holding sword, sword in left hand, right hand empty, single sword, glowing sword, pink glow, straight sword, katana, petite, adult woman, pale skin, pink eyes, long black hair, hime cut, blunt bangs, blunt sidelocks, black-framed eyeglasses, small breasts, medium hips, curious, anxious, embarrassed, blush, mischievous, defiant, raised eyebrow, lopsided smirk, half-closed eyes, black jacket, techwear, long sleeves, oversized sleeves, wide sleeves, sleeves past wrists, neon pink accents, black miniskirt, pleated skirt, black and pink striped thigh-highs, neon pink trim, combat boots, tactical boots, field medical kit, silver cross pendant, necklace, cyberpunk, harajuku, rain-slicked alley, neon lights, cinematic lighting, volumetric light, from below, dutch angle, detailed face, detailed eyes, fully clothed, no text, no watermark, no logo, single figure, From a low angle tipped slightly into a dutch tilt, one petite adult woman stands at three-quarter turn in a narrow rain-slicked alleyway, her weight loaded on her back right hip so her left side drives forward and her torso twists a little toward the lens. Her long black hair falls straight and heavy past her waist in a hime cut — blunt fringe squared off just above the glasses, blunt sidelocks cut flat at the jaw — and the damp air has left the ends clinging in thin strands to the collar of her jacket. Round black-framed eyeglasses sit high on her pale nose, and behind them her pink irises slide sideways toward the viewer rather than meeting the lens square: lids lowered a fraction, one brow arched, the corner of her mouth pulled up in a crooked half-smirk, a hot blush spread across both cheeks. Anxiety and embarrassment sit in the tightness of her shoulders and the small swallow visible at her throat; defiance sits in that sideways look and the smirk. The silver cross pendant rests on the black fabric at her sternum, its chain threading out from under the high collar, the cross hanging free and swinging a few degrees off vertical where her twist has thrown it. Her left arm hangs low, gloved fingers wrapped around the grip of one straight metallic shokuto sword, the flat blade angled down and out across her shin, its edges running with a hot pink glow that bleeds light onto the toe of her boot and the wet concrete below. Her right hand is empty and loose at her side, half-curled inside a sleeve so oversized it swallows the hand past the wrist, the cuff dangling. The black techwear jacket is bulky over her small chest, cinched at the waist with neon pink accents at the seams and pocket zips and a pink piping running the shoulder line; below it the black pleated miniskirt hangs with each pleat edged in glowing pink, shifting where her hip is cocked. Black and hot-pink striped thigh-highs climb her legs to mid-thigh, the pink trim of each band catching the neon, and the striped fabric disappears into the scuffed black tactical combat boots planted on the wet ground. A compact field medical kit is slung at her right hip, its strap crossing under the jacket hem, the pouch riding against her thigh with one buckle unlatched. The alley is close and wet: fire escapes and cable bundles climb both walls behind her, a shallow puddle at her feet doubling the pink glow of her sword downward as a softer, narrower reflection, and the rain has left droplet beads on the shoulders of her jacket and the curve of her glasses lenses. Cinematic key light comes in high and cold from behind-left, rimming her hair and the edges of the sword with a blue-white line; the hot pink of the blade and of the signage reflections acts as the only warm fill across the left of her face and throat, and the darkness between the fire escapes is absolute, no other source reaching it. Volumetric haze thickens the distance until the alley's far end reads as a column of lit steam. Palette: black, hot neon pink, cold blue-white, and the small bright note of her pale skin and silver cross. Tense, electric.

Cloak the Badass Blademaster

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