I just wanted you to make a movie: You made a Honkai Star Rail movie

This incredibly spectacular scene brought an overwhelming shock to the audience.

It could be said that this was one of the climax of the entire episode.

When Kucha killed the Umbra Headmistress without a trace of hesitation, and then delivered his final farewell to Rappa in an overly dramatic tone,

At that moment.

The audience felt that this stubbly-faced man was truly a beast.

That rhythm, that unforgettable sequence, so satisfying, yet so full of regret.

...

: Drawing his gun, one shot! Damn, that was satisfying!

: Fuck! Watching Rappa get tormented like that already filled me with anger, that shot felt like justice itself!

: That gunshot made my whole body relax!

: And that final dialogue? Cool as hell.

: And seeing the Umbra Headmistress’s expression in her final moment, too damn gratifying.

: Didn’t she keep preaching about abandoning morality and following emotion? Why did she suddenly start begging when death approached?

: This hypocritical woman died well! She despised morality but begged for mercy when it suited her!

: She only realized she was going to die.

...

When the gunshot rang out, what satisfied the audience the most was the Umbra Headmistress’s reaction.

Under the pressure of death, she almost instinctively began to beg for her life.

The lofty ideals of the Dr Primitive, justice, sacrifice, completely vanished.

This is why she was nothing but a clown, not even worthy of being called a villain.

And it also proved the bullet comment earlier, the one defending the comparison between her and Duke Inferno.

But after the initial thrill, the audience fell into melancholy.

Kucha’s bitter line about ”karma” was simply too full of sorrow.

He didn’t have much screen time this episode, and yet he still became an unforgettable supporting character in the audience’s minds.

...

: At the final moment... Kucha still used the way he and Rappa communicated, to... complete their bond.

: Until the very end, he still lived inside the dream he created for Rappa, and carried out the justice his conscience demanded through his acting.

: Kucha was never truly a good person, his original sins can never be washed away.

: Yes, he deceived, he endured, but in the end his choice really did earn him the title of ’master.’

: But what happens to Kucha after this?

: Probably... this is it.

: Yeah... this is it.

: He never planned to live, did he? From the moment he drew his gun and told Rappa to leave, he already accepted his fate.

: Will Rappa... ever know about this?

: Ah... damn it, I feel so depressed. My emotions are a mess.

: Ughhh... Although it feels wrong to say this, but Rappa can’t... she can’t lose her master...

...

The comment’s reaction toward Kucha was complicated.

On one hand, Kucha carried unforgivable sins on his back, human experimentation, regression experiments, he was part of all of them.

But at the same time, he wasn’t someone who walked blindly into darkness. He suffered because of his actions; he felt guilt.

At the very least, there was still a trace of conscience in him.

And in the end, this master used the most dramatic, almost tragic method to complete his final lesson to Rappa.

Unfortunately, Kucha would never see the future.

He didn’t know, That the qualities he displayed at this moment would one day shine brilliantly on Rappa.

No matter where she ended up, Rappa would choose to burn herself up in order to protect the purest things, good and evil.

The illusions he built for her with the Cosmic Ninjutsu Inscriptions became the foundation for the black-and-white certainty within her.

In a sense, Kucha at this moment was no different from Rappa, both bearing real fruit from a false story called the Cosmic Ninjutsu Inscriptions.

When the screen went black, it implied Kucha’s fate.

But then the camera shifted.

Rappa’s silhouette appeared.

Following her master’s teaching, she fought her way through the entire research facility, drenched in blood.

As long as she followed this path, she could escape this prison and greet her true ninja life.

[Warning: Unauthorized personnel detected in Corridor C11. Security Apes to activate security measures at once.]

Hearing the harsh alarm, Rappa pulled out a spray can.

She would destroy everything here, no matter how many obstacles stood before her.

As the alarms rang, security apes swarmed in from all directions like madmen.

But Rappa still charged forward without hesitation.

There were no more detailed memories of the battle,

Only that when dawn quietly broke, Rappa was standing somewhere she had never reached before.

Her eyes looked toward the camera.

The freeze-frame appeared again.

But this time, the Rappa shown made the audience’s hearts stop.

Even inside the memory, her outfit matched the real Rappa’s appearance:

Trendy, masked.

But at this moment, for some unknown reason, the filter of memory faded away, revealing her true appearance at that time.

A thin, tiny Rappa. A collar around her neck. A flimsy dress blackened with blood and grime.

Barefoot. Broken chains lay at her feet, though the shackles on her wrists remained.

Her pale yellow eyes stared straight into the camera.

And around this weak, pitiful, helpless girl, corpses were scattered everywhere.

...

: Wait... that figure, that outfit...

: So the cool ninja uniform in her earlier memories... was all fake?

: ...My heart.

: I can’t look... how can she be this small? She’s just... she’s literally just a child.

: So the legend of the Dazzling Ninja began from such small age...

: Those corpses, damn, those were all taken down by Rappa alone.

: Umbra Headmistress and Kucha weren’t wrong after all, they really did create a superhuman.

: She... she doesn’t seem happy.

: Did she realize Kucha died?

: Master Kucha... do you see this? The disciple you taught has truly become extraordinary.

...

This moment frozen in the frame, Only the cold and heaviness of surviving a catastrophe remained.

A collar, bare feet, a blood-stained torn dress, corpses all over the ground, and the faint pressure around Rappa.

Together, they formed a scene of overwhelming impact.

This moment was destined to be carved deeply into the viewers’ memories.

And just then, a worried female voice came from outside the screen: ”Hey little miss, are you alright?”

Rappa calmly replied, ”Pleasure to meet you. Who ... might you be?”

The woman cursed as she answered: ”Galaxy Ranger. I received a distress signal. This place really is the territory of Dr. Primitive’s henchmen. It’s as hard to find as those *Ninja Slang* bananas hidden in the woods.”

But the moment Rappa heard that title Galaxy Ranger, a faint light returned to her lifeless pupils: ”Ninja Hero? Huh. It seems my trial has finally come to an end.”

The ranger was utterly shocked: ”Trial? What kind of *Ninja Slang’ ... Another poor kid driven mad by those monkeys, Ninja Slang.”

”The final trial of the Mappou Age ... Destroy the matrix of Osaru’s house and end

the catastrophe.” Rappa ignored the ranger’s emotional outburst and stubbornly asked, ”Pray tell... Have I proven myself worthy of the title of ”Ninja Hero”?”

After a moment of silence, the ranger finally understood what had happened.

She drew in a sharp breath. ”*Ninja Slang*, no way ... So that’s why all those *Ninja Slang” in the lab are lying dead on the ground.”

It was too astonishing. A girl who looked this frail had single-handedly blown apart one of the Dr. Primitive’s laboratories?

Yet Rappa didn’t reply. She only kept muttering those difficult, incomprehensible terms to herself.

The ranger froze. Then a deeper hatred for the Dr. Primitive welled up inside her. This little girl had also been infected by that damned memetic virus.

”*Ninja Slang*, I get it now. This girl’s infected with a memetic virus. *Ninja Slang* most people would’ve turned into complete *Ninja Slang* by now, but she’s still running around like nothing’s wrong?”

The voice outside the screen grew more urgent.

But Rappa didn’t care about that. What mattered most to her was something else: ”Wait! Since I am now a ninja hero who can contend with evil ninjas... Might I... lend you a hand?”

The ranger was even more stunned: ”*Ninja Slang*, you’re asking me this now. Do you have a death wish?”

”You want to go on The Hunt? Know that this is a road of no return!”

And what answered her was the first truly determined line Rappa had ever spoken in her memories:

”Great Lan above. Eradicating evil, till my last breath. My bow drawn, no turning back ... ”

”...My heart shall remain unmoved.”

”Whoever follows the way of the ninja is a ninja. I.., I’ve made my decision.”

The memory became more chaotic here. The frail Rappa wearing the torn dress overlapped with the Rappa from the future, eyes sharp, standing in the same frame.

And for the audience, This moment carried deeper meaning.

They knew Rappa understood the ninja narrative was fake, even after the memetic virus was implanted.

Rappa knew all of it was fabricated, completely unreal.

But so what? Master Kucha’s lies ultimately became teachings that guided her path.

The chūni-style lines from comics became Rappa’s code of action.

The past was fake; her beliefs were fake. But the love contained within them, was real!

Besides, why can’t the fake... become real?!

Why can’t a false story grow real flowers? Why can’t a children’s comic create a true hero?

And in this moment, Rappa chose, without regret, to continue this fabricated story.

At this moment. The tone of the story climbed sharply, riding on the electronic soundtrack belonging uniquely to Rappa.

And once again, it shook the audience’s hearts.

...

: The lie is fake, but the love is real... The world loses one experimental subject Rappa, and gains a dazzling Ninja Ranger!

: Isn’t this also a kind of ’I think, therefore I am’?

: I’m never letting my guard down again, my head is exploding from these plot twists.

: Exactly! With Rappa’s character fully established, it also indirectly proves the Dr. Primitive’s philosophical side...

: At this point it’s almost certain, Master Kucha was right: the Doctor truly doesn’t care about us.

: The Dr. Primitive probably never cared about the thoughts or opinions of his researchers... but one thing’s for sure, he must be very interested in Rappa.

: MiHoYo, stop being so good at writing stories.

: This character arc made my eyes water nonstop.

: Now I feel like Rappa’s chūni attitude is actually insanely cool.

...

Rappa’s memories ended there.

Stelle slowly emerged from the memory bubble, feeling a sense of loss, and handed the edited memory to Rick.

Clearly, the memory had also shaken Stelle quite a bit.

Rick, however, was even more unhinged. He held the memory like a treasure, admiring the brilliant scenes inside.

To him, Rappa’s past was more perfect than any ”film” he had ever created.

”Too amazing!”

”Too amazing!!!”

”Hahahahahahaha!!”

Rick completely lost his composure, bending over laughing like a lunatic.

Of course, he didn’t forget what needed to be done.

With Rappa’s memory fragment in hand, the others began administering it.

Everyone gained the power to resist the Slumbernana Monkey’s Memetic Virus.

This method was similar to how humans treated smallpox. First, inoculate with cowpox to gain resistance, and thus immunity.

Rappa’s memetic Virus served as that cowpox.

It wouldn’t trigger the same effects as the Slumbernana Monkey’s Memetic Virus; it merely helped people gain mental resistance and occupy the ecological niche that the Slumbernana Monkey’s Memetic Virus would otherwise take.

With this, the BananAdvisor’s conspiracy was already doomed, only a matter of time.

But before that, everyone travelled to Dreamflux Reef to obtain the approval of Robin.

Without her consent, using such methods on The Family’s territory could easily lead to disaster.

But Robin, kind-hearted and pure, was never the stubborn type. She agreed almost instantly, and even personally participated in the procedure.

Thus, the action against the BananAdvisor’s officially began.

The situation quickly tilted overwhelmingly to one side.

The BananAdvisor’s’ memes were powerless before Rappa.

The chaos at Paperfold University was swiftly suppressed by the Blood hounds, and the brainwashed, transformed little Slumbernana Monkey Plushies were successfully freed from the influence.

And in the Dreamflux Reef, the battle progressed even more smoothly.

Boothill’s revolver was smoking from overuse, he had gone completely berserk!