Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

The boy nodded in response:

“I hope this is as you wish, Mr. Leonid.”

The man laughed loudly as he placed the pendant, which he had always carried with him and treasured like a precious gem, into the boy's palm. The hands then crumbled into ashes after the exchange.

Su Qing'an gripped the pendant in his hand, staring blankly at the man's smile, and murmured:

“Mr. Leonid…”

There was no time for Su Qing'an to say anything more. Under the bright sunlight, Leonid turned into black, fine dust in just a few seconds, his black coat lying empty on the spot.

There was no one around the boy. He was dressed in jet-black clothes and sat alone on the shallow sea where the tide was rising and falling.

For Leonid, who had no more ties, Su Qing'an was his only funeral attendant.

Su Qing'an knew that Leonid had said something before he left.

His lips conveyed the final three words.

thank you.

But the last words he couldn't say received no further response...

Su Qing'an looked at the dust that was blown high by the wind and swirling towards the sea, and remained silent for a long time.

The girl walked silently to his side like a ghost. Fu Hua had arrived earlier, perhaps because she wanted to practice her boxing earlier today, or perhaps for some other reason.

Seeing the boy's distraught appearance, Fu Hua's once-still heart was stirred, and she said softly:

"You wouldn't do this, Su Qing'an."

"This is my promise to you."

Su Qing'an did not respond to the question. He simply rubbed the brass pendant gently with his fingers, as if feeling the residual warmth on it.

He said:

"Would you like to come with me to see the sea?"

"It'll be ready in a minute, hua."

So she quietly sat down beside the boy.

The girl's loose trousers, soaked by the seawater, outlined the firm curves and lines of her legs and hips, but the fairy, who usually cared about her appearance, didn't care about that at the moment. She didn't seem to mind the possibility of her spring scenery being spied on.

Whether it was out of trust in Su Qing'an or something else, it no longer mattered at this point.

The immortal looked ahead at the dawning light and softly replied:

"it is good."

129. The variation of 【定风波】.

What appears on the table is a brand new, specially designed sword case.

The entire piece has a silver metallic texture, with the St. Freya Academy crest clearly engraved on it, decorated with tree branches and leaves that symbolize vigorous vitality. This is the only simple decoration on the sword case.

Su Qing quietly stroked the surface of the sword box. The cool touch was refreshing. Lying inside this brand-new sword box was the [Calming the Waves].

Since waking up, he had never touched the sword again. Even during this mission, Su Qing'an had been using a standard folding knife.

As for the reason.

After all the strange Honkai energy sources at St. Freya Academy disappeared, a similar Honkai energy reaction appeared in the [Calming Wave], which should have only shattered in the Stigmata Space and was unrelated to that battle in the real world.

Afterwards, the academy naturally confiscated the "Calming the Storm" for safety reasons.

The sword, which originated from the Nagamitsu Nagafune, first entered the Science Department for a series of extensive investigations and tests, and then returned to the hands of the Nagamitsu Nagafune.

Finally, based on a series of conclusions and data from the Science Department, Changguang Changchuan concluded that only Su Qing'an could possibly make this sword reveal its true changes.

At the same time, this sword box was also a gift from the Long Ship of Long Light. It has the ability to shield the Honkai energy reaction on [Calming Waves]. In addition to this main function, the sword box has many other interesting and practical functions.

Theresa, sitting in her office chair, said softly:

"Changguang asked me to give this to you."

"We both understand what happened in the Sacred Mark Space. The changes that have occurred to [Ding Fengbo] should not be a bad thing."

"Perhaps, it was a gift someone gave you as a farewell gift."

The boy nodded slightly.

He recalled the scene when the girl whispered his name.

The dead butterflies scattered into black dust.

Pink and white cherry blossoms fall softly, their fragrance both cool and intense.

The image of killing Jizo-Mitama while holding the Divine Key still lingers in my mind.

It seems that the longer Su Qing'an travels in this world, the more things she cannot forget.

Whether it's Shuichi Kanbara, Rin Yae, or Leonid from yesterday.

Those are names that the boy has already memorized.

Each brief encounter leads to a similar yet different ending.

Theresa looked at Su Qing'an's complicated expression and continued:

"What exactly has changed is that, on the surface, it has a hardness that is no less than that of Soul Steel, and a toughness and sharpness that surpasses the past. But the thing that the Honkai energy reflects is something that only you can understand."

"Shall we open it and take a look?"

Su Qing'an nodded and said:

"it is good."

As fingerprints pressed hard onto the school emblem pattern on the sword case, the blooming branches and flowers gradually withered.

Such flamboyant details were created by Yu Xing, the author of the Changguang Longship.

Immediately, the lock on the sword case opened.

He opened the sword case, inside which was the same blade as always. The familiar Honkai energy emanating from it made Theresa subconsciously frown and become wary.

The boy gripped the sword hilt without hesitation, seemingly unconcerned about the risks involved. Perhaps, at the very moment his fingertips touched the sword case, Su Qing'an sensed something familiar, which caught him off guard.

Simply by gripping the sword hilt, the Honkai energy within it flowed slowly through his body like wisps of silk. This was clearly an extremely dangerous situation for Su Qing'an's physique, but his intuition and body did not perceive any danger or discomfort.

A warm, sun-like sensation spread to his limbs and bones. The sword felt like an extension of his body, a part of his physique. This blood-related intimacy made the boy completely unafraid of the strange Honkai energy coursing through his body.

While in a daze of these bizarre sensory experiences, Su Qing'an seemed to hear someone speaking.

This time, it won't break. Big brother.

Fragments of information drifted across the sea of ​​consciousness, and a soft murmur seemed both illusory and real, existing in a moment too real to be real.

Su Qing'an was stunned and speechless. After a while, under Theresa's somewhat worried gaze, he said:

“It’s different, Principal Theresa.”

"This is not the power of Hishigomaru."

"It's Rin's."

Rin? That sickly girl, in essence, represents the human consciousness of the Herrscher of Corruption.

In the end, Su Qing'an was able to win, which was probably due in no small part to her help.

Theresa remarked with emotion:

"That's good. Are there any other changes? On the surface, it seems like there's no difference."

"However, this sword has an instinctive ability to repel the touch of others. According to data calculations, if a Valkyrie whose Honkai energy resistance is not up to standard tries to forcibly grasp it, she may be corrupted by the strange Honkai energy and turned into a monster similar to a suicide soldier."

"So your lack of any reaction when you hold it indirectly confirms what Changguang said."

"Perhaps, as I said before, this is a gift from someone to you."

"And you are undoubtedly qualified to accept it."

Su Qing'an was unsure how to respond to Theresa's praise, so he simply continued:

"There is a very strong power inside."

"I have a premonition, or rather, this sword itself is telling me that at a crucial moment, I might be able to unleash the true power of the Divine Key in a short period of time."

Upon hearing this, Theresa glanced at the golden cross behind her and murmured the profoundly meaningful word.

"The Key of God? That's good. I'll feel much more at ease when you go on missions in the future."

Immediately, the girl continued indignantly:

"I get angry whenever we talk about missions. How long have you been enrolled? You just completed the missions you were assigned not long ago, and you've only recently recovered from a serious illness. It's absurd that headquarters would assign you mandatory missions under these circumstances."

"It must have been Grandpa who did this. No one else would dare to do this to my student."

When Theresa said these words, her tone was full of gritted teeth and helplessness.

As the Archbishop of Destiny, Otto's orders clearly carried far greater weight than Theresa's.

Or rather, the reason she can freely occupy this position and arbitrarily provide students with such a wonderful cradle is fundamentally due to that person's promise.

Theresa reached out to pat the boy's head, but due to her height, she could only subtly change the spot to his shoulder to cover up the awkwardness.

She coughed twice and said with certainty and confidence:

"Next time you receive such an order, come directly to me."

"Let the headmaster back you up!"

"As for this time, I'll go ask him for compensation myself later. I'll also cancel out your assignments for next semester."

"And the task can't be done for free! As the headmaster, I'll squeeze all the labor fees and qualifications out of you."

Principal Theresa spoke with great confidence, and the reason she dared to say this was naturally the long-term vacation agreement that Otto had personally promised not long ago.

Unaware that she had fallen into a trap, Theresa was now immersed in the joy of showing off her abilities to her students, unable to extricate herself.

130. Theresa: You must really want to go on vacation!

The afternoon sun was not glaring. The girl walked along the street. This area was a favorite spot for students to stroll after school. Compared to the few buildings along the coastline, this place seemed very bustling.