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

It might get worse, or it might get better.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Even if I become a Herrscher now, it's nothing more than trampling on that person's will.

Su Qing'an didn't want to see himself like that, so he couldn't go against her wishes no matter what.

Therefore, bearing immense pressure, she forcefully severed the seventh link to the Honkai consciousness.

It was as if something deeper and darker had been added to her steely will, making the girl no longer waver.

You see, the death of one person can really change a lot of things.

He transformed a girl who used to cry even if she cut her finger while cooking into someone so resilient that even a broken mind couldn't overcome her.

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Rita held an umbrella over Fu Hua; now no one remained in this desolate cemetery.

Even Kiana and Bronya were persuaded to leave by Mei.

Fu Hua stared silently at the words inscribed on the tombstone, saying nothing.

After this, she will never come to St. Freya Academy again.

The way the girl returned Su Qing'an's remains made no attempt to conceal her identity. Although she and Principal Theresa were currently maintaining a tacit understanding, staying any longer under these circumstances would not be a good thing.

She will no longer carry out the tasks Otto assigned her at St. Freya.

She didn't want to see the ancient tree where the boy practiced martial arts, she didn't want to see the coffee shop the boy ran, and she didn't want to see the sea they had seen together.

She didn't want to see that tombstone again.

The rain gradually stopped, and water droplets dripped down the tip of the umbrella.

The maid whispered:

"Lord Fu Hua, the rain has stopped."

The immortal gazed at the sky, which was gradually clearing of its gloom, and reached out to catch a raindrop, whispering:

"No, the rain hasn't stopped yet."

Humanity will surely defeat the Honkai.

No matter what the cost.

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Rita didn't leave. Holding the sword case the boy had given her before he left, she knocked on the door.

Himeko Murata opened the door. Her usually resolute and dignified demeanor had been completely replaced by dejection and drowsiness. The woman's amber eyes were somewhat dull, and the redness around her eyes proved that tears had fallen.

Her gaze changed when it fell on the sword case in the maid's arms.

Rita explained:

"Major Himeko, these are things that Mr. Su asked me to take back to St. Freya Academy before he left."

"Please keep it safe with him and his friend. Mr. Su said there are very important things inside."

The maid handed the sword case to Himeko with both hands, then bowed and stepped into the gradually easing drizzle.

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On the sofa in the lobby.

The group of people who had all arrived looked at the sword case on the table and fell silent.

Himeko Murata opened the sword case; her fingertips touched the groove, and the silver sword case opened.

Su Qing'an had long known that, given her lifespan, she would one day die long before the others.

So on the first day he got the sword box, he set it so that they could unlock it with their fingerprints.

And the scene that appeared after the sword box was opened, which was not unlocked by his fingerprint, was the scene before their eyes.

A letter handwritten by Su Qing'an a long, long time ago.

Four slips of paper, a key, and a card.

The letter was for Himeko, and it contained the boy's sincere apology.

Because until he died in that endless deep sea, Himeko Murata never knew that Su Qing'an had already undergone artificial stigmata transplantation and had less than ten years left to live.

In addition, Su Qing'an wrote a lot of rambling, aimless things, which was completely unlike his usual quiet and reserved self.

He said that drinking is okay, but it should be done in moderation.

He said he was a coward, and that just imagining her possibly crying because of this made him unable to say anything, so he was sorry.

He said that if he gets better, he should go find love, get married, or even get married and have children. Actually, being single doesn't matter.

In short, it would be quite nice to retire peacefully and hang out with Kiana and the others every day.

Don't be too sad about his situation, and don't be too sad about your own cause of death.

Even at the very end, Su Qing'an remained as clumsy as ever, unable to comfort people.

Even though the boy tried his best to choose his words carefully, he still made Himeko sad.

The red-haired woman, tears streaming down her face, suppressed a sob as she spoke:

"This is an adult matter, what are you talking about teaching?"

"Honestly, why are they still so disobedient at the very end?"

The group silently picked up the papers with their names written on them, and she looked at the words on them.

That's the key to the coffee shop, it's for you. If you like, you can run it occasionally.

【Take good care of yourself.】

Kiana's eyes reddened, and she muttered a complaint:

"Say a few more words... you idiot shopkeeper."

Her fingertips gently twirled the paper, as if she were handling a fragile treasure.

The little girl looked at the words above:

Your birthday is coming soon. Your gift is behind the coffee machine, on the third shelf from the bottom of the cabinet on the left side of the coffee shop.

[Just wanted to say in advance, happy birthday, Bronya.]

Also, expired candy doesn't taste good.

She held the candy the boy had given her in her small bag, remaining silent for a moment.

Xiao Su is an idiot.

Raiden Mei remained silent and looked at the note.

I'm sorry, but if I die, Mei will be the one who suffers the most.

[That card contains my inheritance. I know Himeko-nee doesn't lack money, and neither do you, but you might need it someday, so please accept it.]

Finally...it's exhausting to constantly pay attention to other people's emotions. Take a break from time to time, Mei.

Isn't this a complete and utter exposure?

She was stunned and speechless, a suppressed phantom pain in her chest followed by a mix of emotions.

Sato Yuno's soaking wet nun's habit had been dried directly by the Honkai energy converted into heat. Her hair was still a little damp, and her beautiful face was pale from the cold.

She hesitated for a moment, then opened the note.

The above consists of only two brief sentences.

【Yuno, go find Yuuki.】

I gave you a gift; I left it with her.

The girl whispered helplessly:

"Did you leave a gift with Xiaoxi?"

"How cunning! How can anyone be happy to receive a gift in this way?"

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Two days later.

The girl looked at the scene before her and fell silent.

Hanging on the wooden frame is a kimono that resembles a work of art.

The exquisite craftsmanship and lifelike patterns that almost leap out of the picture testify to the origin of this kimono.

Kanbara Yu said softly:

"Su-kun, a long time ago, Yuno-nee's appearance and personality were used as the head of the Hua family. The final product that was made by the master craftsman was this kimono."

"This is a Kyoto Yuzen piece."

The girl couldn't help but cry; the mix of joy and sorrow was overwhelming.

She knew exactly how long it would take for a Kyōyūzen piece to go from existence to non-existence.

Su Qing'an had already made arrangements with Shen Yuanxi in the days leading up to their departure from Shen Yuan Village.

Sato Yuno still couldn't get the Kyo-Yuzen that Sato Natsuno had promised, but she did get the Kyo-Yuzen given to her by Su Qing'an.

It was like an unexpected intersection on the path of time, giving the girl a few moments of tenderness.

Why is this person always like this?

That day, Sato Yuno hugged Kanbara Yu and cried for a long time.

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