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Chapter 113. Rain

The rainy season in Jiangnan should be a picturesque scene of ink and wash painting, but in Yin Ju's memory, the image of a parched, bright sun is forever frozen in time.

Although many years have passed, Yin Ju still thinks about it when he mentions what happened back then—

Why didn't it rain that day?
But when the conversation touched on painful memories of the past, those years, shrouded in mist, surged back into my mind.

In my memory, the rainy season in Jiangnan was marked by a light drizzle every day.

His father was an ordinary person, and his mother was a water magician, which is how he became a water magic user.

Whenever it rained, his mother would take him through the quiet city, listening to the raindrops pattering between the tall buildings.

At that moment, my mother's light blue cheongsam swept across the glass curtain wall, and with a light touch of her toes, the raindrops all around turned into gentle steps.

They strolled between buildings on a rainbow bridge woven from ripples, the gentle sound of wind chimes colliding with raindrops in front of shops a light lullaby of childhood.

The turning points in one's destiny often wear a warm mask.

That morning, the light was bright, and the cracks in the bricks were filled with the sweet, pungent smell of rainwater fermenting overnight.

When he knocked on the door, a draft of wind lifted the wind chimes hanging in the entryway, and the damp air sent a shiver down his spine.

A shy girl with her eyes covered by a white cloth stood in the halo of light, her slender wrists supporting her ebony cane.

As his mother shielded him behind her, he heard a faint, trembling sound in her throat—a sound of fear he had never heard before.

"Blind... Blind Master... why are you here?"

A slender girl stood in the warm sunlight, a shy smile appearing on her round face, and said in a soft voice:
"Every place I've been has been a place of bloodshed."

"boom----"

The moment the words fell to the ground, countless pale hands clenched against the doorframe and surged in. The water droplets that welled up from the mother's fingertips shattered the security window, and the shards of glass cut Yin Ju's eye.

He remembered desperately clutching the hem of his mother's cheongsam, only to find his hands full of warm silk—the pale blue color was being stained by an even more intense scarlet.

No rain...

There isn't enough water...

The mother's final ritual was to dissolve him into her own flowing blood.

As Yin Ju floated and sank in the viscous red tide, he saw the girl approaching through the shards of glass. The sound of the tip of her cane striking the pool of blood was just like the sound of water dripping from the eaves during the rainy season of his childhood.

Many years later, he finally understood the look on his mother's face as she gazed at the sewers on her deathbed.

The warm blood trickling into the gutter was not the end, but the most resolute entrustment of the orphan.

Her blood, carrying her last water-based talent, will escort her child through the filthy ditch—to a tomorrow without her.

……

"So, you later came north to join the War Alliance?"

Since Zuo Siquan hadn't returned from finding a doctor yet, and it just so happened to touch on painful memories, Yin Ju briefly recounted what happened back then to Jiang Jianxin.

His past is no secret in the league, and there are even heated discussions on the forums about the blind man's actions back then.

Jiang Jianxin was hearing this for the first time, and after a moment of silence, he couldn't help but ask further.

"Yes, there is a Third Mental Hospital in the South. The blind master stayed in the Third Hospital for a long time back then. If I continue to stay in Jiangnan, I will be easily found."

Yin Ju told the truth.

Sadness, like a wad of cotton, stuck in his throat, making it impossible for him to even swallow goji berry tea for the first time. Jiang Jianxin simply sighed and said:
"The climate in the north is not as humid, and there are quite a few sunny days. You probably won't be able to unleash your full potential if you stay in the north."

Yin Ju wiped his reddened eyes and said helplessly:

"There's nothing we can do about it. The First Mental Hospital, which was stationed in the north, was destroyed. The blind doctor is now either in the Second Hospital or the Third Hospital."

"Although so many years have passed, I still remember the fear I felt at the time... I dare not go back to Jiangnan, for fear of confronting her head-on."

Not everyone has the resolve and courage to avenge their parents, not to mention that Yin Ju's talent lies in his endurance but not in his lethality. If he were to face a blind master, his chances of winning would probably be even smaller than his mother's back then.

Yin Ju dared not return to the south, fearing that revisiting his old haunts would trigger sadness, and also fearing that he would betray the life his mother had given him.

Being mature beyond one's years makes one more cautious and considerate. Having experienced a painful childhood, Yin Ju had long lost the recklessness of a young person who acts without regard for consequences.

Seeing his sorrowful expression, Jiang Jianxin patted his shoulder and comforted him:
“It’s okay. I also have a grudge against the mental hospital. If I ever settle old scores, I’ll take you with me. We can form an Avengers team.”

"The Avengers?! I want to be there too!"

Zuo Siquan, who had brought Zhao Ping'an to the ward door, didn't hear the first part of what was said, only the last part.

She was turned into a human pig and thrown into the snow by Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals and the mental hospital, which was also a deep-seated hatred. When she heard that Jiang Jianxin wanted to take revenge on the mental hospital, she was naturally overjoyed.

Jiang Jianxin smiled and said:
"I forgot about you. This asylum has attracted quite a few powerful people."

— Yin Ju, the “Director of the Water Resources Bureau”; Zuo Siquan, the “Daydreamer”; Shen Ye, the “Black King”; Jiang Jianxin, the “Sword Master”; and Lin Xin’an, a spy working for the TV station who is hiding in a mental hospital and whose wicked schemes are unknown.

The mental hospital had committed numerous atrocities over the years, truly making countless enemies.

“That force… is not easy to deal with; that ‘His Majesty’ alone is difficult enough to handle.”

Yin Ju said with a wry smile.

"It doesn't seem like much in the north, after all, the sky is high and the 'emperor' is far away."

"Only after going to the South can one truly feel the awe-inspiring power of 'His Majesty'."

—That person is not simple. Although Jiang Jianxin is strong, she is still a Sword Master and needs to see the person before she can attack.

"Your Majesty" belongs to the omniscient sequence of the Light faction. His mental network is so powerful that from the moment an enemy steps into the perception domain, he can kill their brain on a mental level, just like crushing an ant.

In the face of such spiritual strife, the Chaos faction might be able to distort the rules and circumvent them by relying on idealism, but the War faction is forever powerless against it.

Jiang Jianxin waved his hand and said:
"I understand, I know what I'm doing, so don't worry, I won't do anything reckless."

To deal with the Light faction, she should definitely go to the Light faction. Before activating her [Precognition] talent, she can be flexible and will never confront the asylum head-on.

Yin Ju sniffed, nodded, and took a sip of tea.

Zhao Ping'an had already started adjusting the instruments connected to Jiang Jianxin's body and checking the data on them.

"Strange, the data here..."

Jiang Jianxin glanced at him and said coldly:

"what happened?"

Zhao Ping'an scratched his head sheepishly:

"How come it looks different from what the experts at the hospital taught us...?"

"Alright, it should be fine. The baseline values ​​all match. I'll call the nurse to remove it for you later, and Elder Zuo can go and help with the discharge procedures."