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

Why did things turn out like this today...?

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Let's turn back time to the very beginning.

For Fu Hua, today was not an ordinary day either.

Unlike her uneventful and one-dimensional life of the past 15 years, yesterday the girl was abruptly informed that the predetermined end of her life had changed.

Her father's words and the inevitable reality left her feeling somewhat lost.

For a girl who has practiced martial arts since childhood, following the old rules of her father to inherit the martial arts school and pass on this family martial arts tradition is a goal that she can look forward to in life.

Fu Hua could see that direction, that road.

This result is narrow-minded and also reflects the father's wishes. As for the author's own thoughts?

Not sure.

Does she like practicing martial arts?

do not know.

Does she like inheriting the martial arts school?

not understand.

I've always done it this way, so I wouldn't feel at ease if I didn't.

The father's expectation that she should be sent to a boarding school was not actually unpleasant in the girl's eyes.

She was already used to practicing martial arts, and the hardships and difficulties no longer stirred much emotion within her.

She didn't have anything she particularly wanted or anything she particularly wanted to do. Rather than saying she was without desires, perhaps a more accurate description of her mindset as drifting aimlessly with the tide would be more in line with her personality.

We just need to keep moving in this existing direction.

A 15-year-old girl doesn't need many lofty ideals, so there's nothing wrong with this decision.

But a few days ago, that goal was taken away by the father who gave him the original vision.

But Fu Hua didn't blame him.

When you see the same scene, you might not be able to say anything to blame.

The once robust and confident man now lay helplessly on the bed, his face pale, his words punctuated by coughs and despair, his utterances seeming to conceal a dream of displacement.

Yes.

He clearly cares about me.

He said the martial arts school had no future and that he would sell it later.

He told his daughter, "You can do whatever you want, but don't practice martial arts anymore. There's no future in martial arts. Going to work, painting, becoming an artist, or a scientist are all better than practicing martial arts."

The man's face was full of concern and weariness. He used the little knowledge he had to offer to help the girl's future, his expression showing both earnestness and a hidden sigh of apology.

The words were both gentle and cold, and the sound of them passing by was like a winter wind blowing by. Fu Hua could vaguely hear the sound of something breaking.

What broke?

It must be a dream.

Perhaps more than the despair of her life goals and the confusion of losing meaning in years of hard work, the girl was more worried about her father's feelings at that time.

The blows suffered by this man were far more profound than those suffered by himself.

Martial arts, martial arts.

In this era where technology has surpassed the limits of many people's imagination, the so-called martial arts should probably have been buried in the ashes of the past long ago.

The man once thought that there might still be some space for martial arts to survive in remote areas, but as the city also ushered in a transformation plan, this delusion vanished.

A single strike opens the sky.

What an empty name! The momentum of his punches was like a tiger in the mountains, and his martial arts realm that penetrated the heart was enough to make a man easily shatter many things.

But it can't open the sky.

It cannot resist the overwhelming momentum brought about by this technology, or rather, it has been like this for a very, very long time.

He simply clung to this romantic notion and dreamt for a long time in this rural area, until he unknowingly dragged his daughter into this dream as well. Then, the sudden implementation of the renovation plan and an accident brought him back to reality.

Now, his daughter has also been forced to bear the shattering of this dream, so one can imagine how deep the man's guilt must be.

This morning, after visiting her father at the hospital, Fu Hua began a leisurely stroll.

In fact, she wasn't very familiar with the city. The only things she could really picture in her mind were the neighbors she often walked with on that street, and the various routes and buildings.

Perhaps she has always been this kind of person, living a monotonous life wandering between home, martial arts school, and school.

Even the habit of long-distance running is silently completed in this three-point line, so the girl is not actually that familiar with this city, or rather, compared to the 15 years she has lived here, this bland and light impression seems a bit strange and ordinary.

The renovation plan is coming.

In the girl's mind, taking a few more glances at the current state of these cities and sketching some vivid images in her mind before embarking on a long journey to Canghai City was not a boring thing.

In this way, even if many things are completely different when she returns, she won't feel so regretful.

As Fu Hua rode the old subway, she gazed at the fleeting scenery rushing past the window, pondering the mysteries of the big city.

I heard that such equipment is a technology that has been phased out by Canghai City for a long time. For a place like that, the city where I grew up is just a rural area.

Even on the subway, she felt a little uncomfortable. The girl stood awkwardly in the crowd, holding onto the handrail, and suddenly realized that she might be doing something meaningless.

Even after visiting these places and exploring every corner, many details will eventually be forgotten.

Perhaps rather than simply reminiscing about these outdated things that will eventually disappear, Fu Hua herself is also pondering whether martial arts are the same thing, destined to be eliminated because they are outdated.

This is similar to my current behavior, which is meaningless and has no value.

But why must something have value?

She sometimes felt happy practicing martial arts; it was a habit ingrained in her bones. Even if her father told her to stop practicing martial arts, the habit she had accumulated over time was not something that could be easily erased.

Does not inheriting a martial arts school mean you can't practice martial arts?

Fu Hua felt this was unreasonable; as long as she felt it was worthwhile, that was enough. This was perhaps the only small thing the girl had persisted in during her fifteen years of life.

It might be like a train with inertia; even if the energy is depleted, the remaining enormous kinetic energy will still carry it away from its original location.

When the kinetic energy is exhausted, the girl may completely give up martial arts.

But what kind of life would Fu Hua be living at that time?

Perhaps she will never be able to escape this constraint in her entire life; she will eventually board a brand new train and head towards that hopeless future.

But no one can say for sure whether that kind of future is lucky or not.

But without a doubt, it will be very tough.

Leaving aside such distant matters, the subway slowly came to a stop, and the girl passed through the crowd. Her petite figure was hardly noticeable inside.

Although she is naturally beautiful, the girl's fashion sense is not particularly outstanding, or rather, it would be more accurate to describe it as plain.

She wore a black, plain sweatshirt that barely concealed her curves, paired with blue jeans and white sneakers, making her look like a boy her age.

However, for Fu Hua, perhaps going out without wearing her training clothes was already a little bit of a girl's modesty, which is also one of the reasons why her father felt so guilty towards her.

The existence of martial arts made Fu Hua's first reaction when choosing clothes become whether they were suitable for martial arts training, and her instinctive love of beauty was temporarily forgotten.

The lack of maternal love doesn't make the girl seem particularly unfortunate, but in some ways, it's just that the man who is the father is unable to provide much good advice to accompany Fu Hua as she grows up.

Even so, a closer look at the girl's face reveals a hidden, silent beauty.

Fair, jade-like skin is the best asset at this age. Her delicate features are like a cup of light, warm tea, exuding a restrained and elegant temperament that is pleasing to the eye and leaves a lasting impression.

Especially those blue eyes, which seemed to be soft and used to avoiding other people's gaze, yet also had a touch of cute stubbornness, like a cat.

Fu Hua looked at the crowd ahead and felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't really like crowded places. Her lack of communication skills had always been a minor flaw of hers, but her stubbornness, which she didn't show outwardly, was a weapon she sometimes used to overcome these flaws.

If you can't even properly explore the city where you were born and raised, then you definitely won't make any friends in Canghai City.

Even if it's just to meet my father's expectations, I have to try my best.

So the girl took a step and walked in the direction she had planned to go.

Fu Hua planned to go to a commercial street, which was the center of the city, compared to the area where her home and martial arts school were located.

She looked rather lonely walking alone. If nothing unexpected happens, the girl will soon step out of the subway station and head to her destination.

Amidst the sea of ​​people, Fu Hua brushed past a white-clad youth who seemed to disappear into the shadows, and they should have remained strangers thereafter.

But in that brief instant, it was like a heavy blow to her heart. The surging blood made her consciousness dizzy for a moment, and a strange joy and sorrow surged into her chest at the same time.

Immediately, an inexplicable intuition led Fu Hua to stop and look back.

But what she found was just a bustling crowd behind her, with nothing that seemed strange to her.

Overwhelmed by intense melancholy and fear, the girl's anxiety about the unknown life ahead in Canghai City and her bewilderment that martial arts was no longer her life's goal.

It was something deeper, something more important, something more precious than anything else one had ever gained in life.

And now this thing is slowly drifting away from her.

It was so domineering that it was unreasonable, yet it genuinely made the girl feel anxious and sad without her even realizing it.

It's so weird.

Just like a romance that spans several lifetimes in a novel, the male and female protagonists actually met tens of thousands of years ago. So there is a destiny and fate at play, which is why there are always some differences when they meet.

The girl patted her cheeks, shaking her head to get rid of these illogical and strange thoughts. She decided to let such obviously incorrect answers die in her head.

If we think about it according to normal logic, there is almost no reason that could make sense.

But Fu Hua didn't have time to think about these things. The intense anxiety made her feel uncomfortable. She had never experienced such a feeling before. It was as if her emotions were out of control and her heart was being gripped by someone.

Fu Hua chose to turn back, abandoning her original plan as if she intended to rely on a vague intuition to search for a spirit that might not even exist.

Meanwhile, a strange phenomenon occurred near Su Qing'an, who was wandering not far away.

The feathers that had been floating and drifting in his soul suddenly shone with dazzling light.

God's Key o Feather Crossing the Dust.

The feather that Fu Hua left in the boy's mind from the previous timeline resonated with the still very young girl at this moment.