Genshin Impact: I am best at sacrifice, don't cry

That night.

Fengyuan Yixiang, who had returned from abroad with the head of the family, was immediately surprised when he heard what his martial arts teacher said.

Kaedehara Kageharu on the side was also happy for him. After all, as the adopted son of a retainer, Nandou was also a force belonging to their Kaedehara family.

However, the two well-informed people were not too excited. Before growing up, no matter how brilliant a talent was, he was only a slowly rising star, not the sun that never set.

There are countless geniuses who rise rapidly and disappear like a rapidly falling meteor.

"Ichigo, tomorrow you will take Nandou to visit the head of the Domon sect of [Mingjing Shisui Ryu] in Inazuma Castle."

"Given the reputation of the Fengyuan family, the head of the Domon clan will not refuse to accept Nandou."

Fengyuan Jingchun patted Fengyuan Ichigo's shoulder affectionately and gave him instructions.

Fengyuan Yixiang, as an elder of the same generation as his father, basically watched him grow up. Recently, family affairs have been numerous, and he does not want his elder to run around too much.

Nan Dou’s incident was also an opportunity for him to have a good rest.

Fengyuan Yixiang naturally understood Fengyuan Jingchun's meaning, but did not agree immediately. Instead, he turned around and asked Nandou:

"Nandou, what do you think? Do you want to learn a more famous sword technique?"

Nan Dou didn't care. Before he got the camera, he had no intention of continuing to fool Manye and would do anything.

Seeing the eager expectation in Fengyuan Yixiang's eyes, Nandou smiled and nodded: "It's all up to my father!"

"Okay!" Fengyuan Ichigo gave Fengyuan Jingchun an affirmative answer, and then happily took Nandou home.

Fengyuan Yixiang is a typical samurai, with a strong breath and steady steps.

From Nan Dou's perspective, he had been quite strong when he was young, but now he was like a rotten sword, potentially deadly, but also fragile.

However, Nandou didn't care about these things. He regarded Fengyuan Ichigo as his respected adoptive father and didn't care about his strength.

What is even more commendable is that Fengyuan Yixiang does not have some of the samurai's problems, or obsessions.

He only hoped that Nan Dou could grow up healthy and happy, and bringing him to Fengyuan's house to learn martial arts was just to give him some ability to protect himself.

"I'm really lucky. Every time I find a foster parent, they're all good people."

"Good people, no matter what time it is, should have a good ending."

Although Nandou did not have the ability to determine life and death, he could feel the extremely weak vitality in Fengyuan Ichigo. Even if he was healthy, he would probably not be able to survive for more than ten years.

Nan Dou does not have the ability to prolong people's lifespan, all it can do is to make their later years happier.

The most basic thing is to ensure sufficient material foundation.

As a retainer of the Kaedehara family, Kaedehara Ichigo's life is naturally not very rich as the Kaedehara family is now in decline, especially since there is Nandou, a Yaksha in the family whose appetite is as much as that of an adult.

But even so, Huizi's mother never let Nan Dou go hungry.

"A quick way to make money..."

Nandou looked at Fengyuan Yixiang's profile and gave up the dangerous thoughts in his mind.

Accepting bounties and hunting down criminals and pirates may make money quickly, but it also brings a lot of trouble.

The biggest trouble is not the danger, but that if his adoptive parents find out, they will be extremely worried and will keep a close eye on him.

“So, we have to go back to the old ways until the end?”

Nandou looked at Yaedou passing by not far away and had an idea in his mind.

Go home.

Huizi had no objection to Fengyuan Ichigo taking Nandou to learn martial arts, but she still had some concerns.

Therefore, from the beginning of the meal to before going to bed at night, Huizi kept giving instructions to Nan Dou.

To sum it up in one sentence: If you want to learn, study; if you don’t want to learn, go home.

Fengyuan Yixiang originally couldn't stand Huizi's soft-heartedness, but when he thought of his and his wife's advanced age, he didn't say anything more.

Nan Dou kept assuring Huizi that he would be absolutely careful and that it wouldn't be too hard, and only then did he reluctantly reassure her.

Until going to bed, Nan Dou's face was still filled with smiles. Being cared for by others all the time is happiness.

……

The next morning, Nan Dou was led by Fengyuan Yixiang to the dojo of Mingjing Zhishui Ryu.

"Ichigo? Long time no see. I almost didn't recognize you."

"How come you have time to come here? Do you want to spar with me?"

It was not surprising to Nan Dou that the leader of the Mingjing Zhishui School knew his adoptive father.

"Haha, I'm already old, I can't stand the hardship."

"This time I came to recommend my adopted son, Nandou, to you."

"He has shown a talent for kendo and hopes to receive your instruction."

Fengyuan Yixiang's words were very subtle, because Domon, the leader of the Mingjing Shisui Ryu, was also a swordsmanship genius.

The relationship between the two was not that close, they had only fought each other a few times during their growth in kendo.

"That's a shame. However, if you want to join our [Mingjing Zhishui School], you have to meet the standards."

"Once you embark on the path of swordsmanship, it is bound to be bumpy. Moreover, I, Mingjing Shishuiliu, don't have the talent to even get started."

Speaking of accepting disciples, Domon's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the way he looked at Nandou was as if he was facing an opponent who needed to fight with all his strength.

But who is Nan Dou? He is a man who dares to confront the devil head-on. Even the owner of the Eye of God cannot bring too much pressure to him.

Facing Domon's extremely sharp gaze, Nandou walked up to him calmly.

"I wish you could teach me longer."

Unlike Fengyuan Ichigo who is reserved, Nandou, who knows his own strength, doesn't mind showing off some of it.

Tumen was also surprised by Nandou's calmness, seemingly polite but actually arrogant behavior.

Looking at the child in front of him who was less than six years old, he felt angry and amused. He had seen too many geniuses over the years, and even more had failed at his hands.

This was the first time he had seen someone so rampant at such a young age.

"What? How dare this kid talk to the master like this!"

"Haha, you are young but you are quite arrogant. I'm afraid you don't know how demanding it is to enter our [Mingjing Zhishuiliu]?"

"He dares to call himself a genius in front of the headmaster. I can't wait to see him cry."

"..."

Before Tumen could say anything, the disciples couldn't help but start talking at once, indignant at Nandou's arrogant attitude.

However, only Tumen knew that he was not simply staring at Nandou just now, but also poured some momentum into it.

"You do have some talent, but it's not that easy to pass my test."

Tumen thought to himself, and then said to Nandou: "If you can initially comprehend the breathing method of [Mingjing Zhishuiliu] within a quarter of an hour, I will accept you as my disciple!"

"What, a quarter of an hour? Can't it be done in a day?"

"It took me eleven hours to succeed, and this quarter of an hour..."

"Haha, as expected, the master is angry. He simply doesn't want him to pass."

"..."

As soon as Tumen's voice fell, it immediately caused an uproar among the disciples.

Even Kaedehara Ichigo, who had always been emotionally stable, couldn't help but want to speak, because he had communicated with Domon before and tried how difficult the introductory breathing method of [Mingjing Shisui Ryu] was.

At this time, Nan Dou suddenly raised his hand, as if he had a question to ask.

"Do you have anything to say? If you think the time is not enough, I can increase it to one hour."

Tumen said very generously that he just wanted to give the child a warning, and as long as he could complete it within one day, he would still accept him as his disciple.

Nan Dou's answer surprised him: "Um... I want to ask, how long did it take the master to pass the test?"

"Oh?" Domon was a little surprised, but he didn't avoid the question: "It took me nearly an hour to pass the test, and my master praised me as the most talented person in the history of the Mingjing Zhishui School!"

"If you can be faster than me, then this title will naturally be yours." Domon smiled when he said this, obviously not believing that Nandou could do it.

"Then I will dare to challenge the headmaster's record. Maybe I will have a chance to go down in the history of the sect."

Nandou shrugged and walked to Tumen's side calmly, not paying any attention to the noise of the disciples around him.