Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

"Who?!" The God's Eye on Kamisato Ayato's waist suddenly lit up, and he threw a water sword at the person through the paper window.

The fragile window was torn apart by the impact. The aqua blue dagger was intercepted by the person opposite, vibrated twice, and fell apart under the bite of the finely entangled thunder elements.

Behind the soaked and broken window paper, the boy with short purple hair was soaked in the moonlight, silently like an evil beast spying on people's lives in the night.

It was a cold expression that was completely inconsistent with his delicate appearance.

A warning.

There was also a trace of indescribable restraint.

It's like the intention to kill is clear, but for some unspeakable reason, he can't actually kill him.

"Mr. Ayato?"

Nanke was awakened by Ayato Kamisato's violent shouting and looked in the direction of Ayato Kamisato's gaze.

Behind the window was a mess, empty, nothing.

"What happened?" Seeing that Ayato Kamisato didn't respond, Nanke tugged on his sleeve.

Kamisato Ayato came back to his senses. He was still shocked by the strength of the skirmishers. He instinctively raised his lips and said, "It's nothing. I saw that you were sleeping soundly. I wanted to splash you with water elements to wake you up, but my hand suddenly cramped."

Nanke: "..."

Nanke looked at the window that had suffered a tragic accident, and then at Kamisato Ayato's left hand that was hanging down and twitching.

Nanke hesitated to speak: "Are you okay?"

The consequence of staying up late is feeling depressed the next day.

Fortunately, early in the morning, Zaoyou brought back a confession signed by Victor.

"So that's it. He once went to Tenryo Shokyo Mansion to deliver a message to Kujo Takayuki..." Kamisato Ayato rubbed the tip of his chin and suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, "This confession is even better than the surveillance report of the final episode. More details, Miss Nanke, how did you interrogate him?"

Nanke ignored Kamisato Ayato's probing gaze: "According to what Victor said, Kujo Takayuki and the letters between Kujo's family are hidden in the study of Kujo's family. There is still one day left. Mr. Ayato, I want to borrow it from you again." Once in a while, go and steal those letters."

"The Kujo family is no better than the Kamisato mansion. It is heavily armed and difficult to invade." Kamisato Ayato put down the tissue paper in his hand.

"There is a person inside who should agree to cooperate with us inside and outside." Nanke said.

Kamisato Ayato rolled his eyes slightly and understood: "You mean-"

But before the action begins, Nanke must first go find Ying.

The wilderness in spring is green and green, and under the huge shadow of the distant mountain peaks, the flashing thunder and the hearty shouts of the girls during the battle echo endlessly.

"The traveler has been undergoing special combat training for the past two days. I have always wanted to see her, but I am too embarrassed to disturb her." Kamisato Ayaka, who was leading the way, was carrying a basket of condolences, her cheeks slightly red, "It's really wonderful to have Nanke here. alright."

"Speaking of which," Nanke suddenly noticed, "Linghua, you keep calling her a traveler."

"Ok?"

"Don't you know the traveler's name?"

"Legend has it that in distant ancient times, certain mysterious races were born with a 'true name'. If anyone knew it, they would be restrained." Ayaka smiled slightly and looked at Ying, who had been defeated and defeated in the distance, "Travelers have never been She has asked me whether my relationship with her is out of profit, so I don’t want to tie the traveler and make her a request that will embarrass her.”

Is it difficult...?

The lightning flying through the air was as fast as a meteor. Ying jumped lightly to avoid it, turned around and swung his sword. The blade of the sword collided with the spherical thunder element in the opponent's hand, sparking bright sparks, and both bounced away the next moment.

About ten meters away from Ying, the skirmishers landed steadily, looking up with wild fighting spirit.

Nanke's pace slowed down unconsciously.

The skirmishers were actually training with Ying.

It's a bit unexpected, but after thinking about it, it makes sense.

After all, there are only a handful of people who can fight with skirmishers, so skirmishers are also the most suitable candidates to serve as the training partners for the special anti-thunder and lightning generals.

There was another slight soreness, mixed with a little bitterness, rising up in my throat.

Not only can't he find a way to change his mood, but he can't fight with him either.

She really can't do anything.

"I, tell me!" Ying gasped and dodged a thunder blade struck by a skirmisher, and spoke through gritted teeth, "Are you here to be a sparring partner! Or are you treating me like a punching bag——!!!"

Sonorous!

The weapons struck each other and separated again.

In the peripheral vision, the figures of Linghua and Nanke gradually approached.

"Hmph," the soldier narrowed his eyes even more fiercely, raised his chin and taunted, "I still want to fight General Raiden at this level, so leave Rice Wife as soon as possible and go back to find your good boyfriend!"

"You!" Ying's cheeks turned red with anger, "You pissed me off!"

"Come on, if you can even hurt a hair on my head, you will win." The skirmisher was suspended in the low altitude, and the thunder elements around him spread provocatively, covering his head.

Ying took a deep breath: "Desolate Star!"

Huge boulders fell from the sky, slamming the person who had spoken into the ground.

Before Ying could put her hands on her hips and feel proud, there was an explosion, and the proud rock creation exploded from the inside.

The skirmisher coldly brushed the stone chips out of his hair: "You're dead!"

Paimon, who was watching the battle while gnawing raspberries, couldn't stand it any longer. He pounced on Kamisato Ayaka on the way for help: "Ayaka! Stop them both! This is not a simulated battle at all. The travelers will be injured. !”

"I..." Linghua hesitated and touched the scabbard on her waist.

"Linghua." Nanke held her hand, "I'll go."

If one more person joins the fight, the situation will only become more chaotic.

The wind is blowing, the broken rocks are everywhere, and the thunder and lightning are crisscrossing in the sky.

Nanke stepped into the devastated battlefield and looked at the skirmishers above him.

He should have noticed her a long time ago, and he also lowered his head and looked down. The moment their eyes met, driven by some inexplicable emotion, Nanke moved his eyes and looked at Ying, who was also fighting in the wind.

The sneak attack while the enemy was distracted was purely out of combat instinct. Ying stabbed the skirmisher with his sword, but he didn't expect that the opponent, who reacted as fast as a ghost, suddenly stopped and turned around hurriedly. He didn't have time to mobilize the wind element under his feet, and flew in mid-air. Lost balance.

The skirmisher came to his senses and kicked away the firefly that fell on him.

Ying fell miserably to the ground and rolled several times along with the inertia.

"Traveler!" Paimon and Kamisato Ayaka ran up one after the other.

The straggler glanced at the man who was rubbing his head and getting up to pick up the sword, then said with an expressionless face: "Is something wrong?"

"Well," Nan Ke also looked at Ying, "a little bit."

The skirmisher frowned.

This was their first conversation since that day.

There was no personal emotion or eye contact.

After recovering, Ying stood up with his sword in hand, still full of anger, glaring at the skirmishers with an expression as if a dragon would spit fire in the next second.

Nanke breathed out without leaving a trace, turned around and walked towards Ying: "I'm sorry, traveler, for causing you injury."

"without……"

Ying wants to say it doesn't matter, who is she? From being beaten all the way to Mondstadt's executioner.

Seeing the stragglers behind Nanke who were suddenly full of resentment, Ying stopped humming, her mouth shrunk, and she feigned tears and threw herself into Nanke's arms: "Sister Nanke, it hurts so much!"

Ying said, twisting her head and rubbing it deliberately.

Rubbing the crook of the neck.

Rub your chest again.

"Sister, it smells so good and soft~" Ying looked up with a healing look on her face.

Across Nanke's shoulder, the face of the skirmisher standing behind was visibly darkened.

Oh man.

Ying made a face at him.