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

The new calendar paper reflected dazzling arcs of light, the ground was covered with golden hues, and clearly visible dust danced in the wind and light.

The furniture and various daily necessities in the room were all moved from the storeroom by Himeko and Kiana.

Even though he said he could do it alone, the two rejected his proposal on the grounds that he had only recently recovered from his injury.

The single dormitory room was about 60 square meters in size and had all kinds of facilities. Himeko seemed to regret that she did not choose to live with her that day.

Actually, if Ji Zi lived alone, Su Qing'an might have considered it, but now that three girls have moved in, it wouldn't be appropriate for her to move in herself.

Kiana didn't care whether she stayed there or not. During these three days, she would occasionally drag Su Qing'an to play games, and sometimes complain that Bronya was a little fox, like the green tea girls mentioned online, which made Su Qing'an laugh.

Kiana's personality has returned to its normal, lively self. It seems that recently, she can open her heart to anyone around her, and Su Qing'an sees her with a cold expression less and less often.

So, this is a good thing, right?

For a girl who has experienced many hardships and tragedies since childhood, the experience in Changkong City was just an accident in her life. The future she will face after overcoming it is even more difficult.

Such carefree, leisurely time, free from contemplating the meaning of life, is precious to Kiana Kaslana.

The days at St. Freya Academy would be the last safe haven in her future memories.

From that moment on, storms and raging waves from the sea would come rushing toward her.

All Su Qing'an could do was become a little stronger, and then a little stronger, before that day came.

Opening the window, the branches and leaves of the ancient tree come into view, its posture bathed in the early sun resembling the legendary Fusang tree of China.

Breathing in the fresh air, the boy couldn't help but smile as he watched the girl quietly practicing martial arts under the tree.

hua.

Every time I see you, no matter what my mood was before, I feel happy.

Is this some kind of strange habit?

He opened the door and walked to the tree, silently waiting for the girl to finish her set of boxing techniques. Looking at her peaceful and serene movements, he understood that this was not a way to kill, but a method of cultivating health and strengthening the body.

Before practicing her boxing, she took off her red glasses, revealing her eyes, which were as clear as autumn water.

Her face appeared even more flawless in the sunlight, like white jade, her translucent skin shimmering with an ivory-like glow.

The girl appeared to have just taken a bath; her gray hair was slightly damp and tied up with a black rope.

Su Qing'an felt his heart pounding just as fiercely as when he was being chased by Ganesha, and he had never felt this way when he rode the Kawasaki H2R across the gap between life and death.

His inner defenses were as useless as the soldiers in a game he used to play called Dynasty Warriors; they crumbled at the slightest glance.

To him, the girl's beautiful eyes and the way she threw her punches were as sharp as swords, piercing his heart in the blink of an eye, irresistible.

"It's a strange feeling," he told himself.

Then he started punching, using the same style the girl was using.

Fifteen minutes later, the two simultaneously withdrew their fists, their movements almost identical and harmonious.

The morning warm-up is over.

"Fu Hua, you're here early today," the boy said naturally.

"The path of martial arts is endless, and diligence is the most basic requirement," Fu Hua said after wiping the lenses of his glasses and putting them back on.

For the past three days, Fu Hua has been practicing boxing under the tree every morning.

When asked why, she replied that she used to enjoy exercising under this tree in the morning.

It just so happens that his dormitory is very close to here.

Su Qing'an didn't feel that Fu Hua had anything special about him.

Even if Fu Hua has a good memory, the restart of the timeline after his death is enough to erase everything, just like Kiana would never recognize him again.

The resurrection of gods is never a convenient or fun game.

Even if there is a possibility of resurrection after death, he would not take his life lightly.

"This is what Miss Changguang asked me to give you," Fu Hua said with a hint of helplessness, handing him a long silver metal box bearing the symbol of Destiny.

"Inside should be your reforged sword. Miss Changguang is really reckless. She probably didn't sleep that day and just worked all night. After I took the box, she just fell asleep on the table."

The gentle way the girl carried her to bed and covered her with a blanket afterwards is another story.

"Thank you," he replied, taking the somewhat heavy box.

"Miss Changguang is undoubtedly an excellent swordsmith, but sometimes I hope she can pay more attention to her health. It's not a very urgent matter, but it makes me feel a little bad."

"I need to find some time to properly thank her."

"Are you planning to go to Changkong City today?" Fu Hua asked.

"Yes, the weapons have all been reforged, there's no reason to delay," Su Qing'an replied.

"...Is that person important to you?" Fu Hua asked this question abruptly.

Su Qing'an was taken aback by the question for a moment, then answered seriously:

"For the 'me' of the past, Sato and the stray cats were the only lively things in my lifeless existence."

"She was a very ordinary child, often loudly complaining about people and things she disliked. She loved drinking the coffee I made, and when she was drinking it, she was unusually quiet, unlike her usual talkative self. I really liked the way she earnestly praised me after she finished." The boy recounted his memories in a cheerful tone.

"Whether it's the 'me' of the past or the 'me' of the present, Sato is a very important person. My habit of making coffee for her is just like how I feed the cat in front of the coffee shop every evening."

"I feel very uncomfortable if I can't see her."

So whether it's for Su Qing'an in the past or for myself now, I'll feel unsatisfied if I don't take a look at that place.

Although it was stupid, silly, and illogical, he still didn't intend to give up.

Su Qing'an is a man who survived the pursuit of an Emperor-level Honkai Beast for this so-called idiotic promise. He even did such a stupid thing. What's wrong with looking back?

It's like playing a 100-floor tower-climbing RPG game. After you've painstakingly defeated the boss on the 99th floor, you won't give up and refuse to go to the last floor, no matter if the final level holds a reward chest or even greater despair.

"I understand. Sorry for asking you a strange question." Fu Hua brushed a strand of gray hair from his shoulder. Whether it was his imagination or not, the girl's cherry-colored lips seemed to curve upwards slightly.

"Are you going to see Principal Theresa now?" she asked.

“Okay.” Su Qing’an nodded. He was going to ask Theresa for the qualification to access Changkong City.

"Be careful. Although most of the Honkai Beasts in Changkong City have been cleared out by the Far East Branch, accidents can still happen. That's why the headmaster had to consider it before agreeing."

Fu Hua solemnly instructed him, his calm expression making him feel that the smile he had seen earlier was an illusion.

"Thank you, I'll be careful. Goodbye then." After saying goodbye to Fu Hua, Su Qing'an walked towards the headmaster's office.

After the boy's figure disappeared, the girl continued practicing her boxing.

"Lady Fu Hua! Why haven't you been practicing in the training room lately? We haven't been able to ask you any questions about training." The speaker was a student in her class.

"It's nothing, I just feel that the morning air under this tree is better lately," the girl said calmly, lowering her fist.

Although it's already winter, the slightly cool air feels warm under the sunshine.

The weather is lovely today.

51. Senba Academy

The Destiny's armed helicopter, like a large, black bird, roared through the silence of the sky as it flew towards Changkong City.

"Hopefully nothing unexpected will happen."

As Theresa watched the black dot gradually disappear in the sky, she thought to herself, then piled up a huge stack of files on her desk and took out from the drawer... a comic book with a Houmu pattern printed on it.

On this winter morning, the headmistress of St. Freya Academy began her usual habit of slacking off.

On the helicopter.

Su Qing'an opened the long metal box that Chang Guang had given her.

What catches the eye is the remade scabbard, entirely black.

The sword hilt remained largely unchanged; her fingertips traced the three engraved characters, her final act of tenderness for the old woman.

【定风波】is the name of a ci poem title. He remembered that the poems with this title were always about love. What was the feeling that his teacher's wife had when she gave this sword to Chen Junxuan?

It's impossible to know her feelings at the time, but it must have been a beautiful wish.

There are so many wonderful things like this in the world.

If he can protect something with this sword, then he will have done justice to the sword.

Instead of immediately drawing his sword to observe the changes from the reforging, he picked up the weapon manual that was placed next to the sword.

After reading it once, the gist of what it said is that Changguang didn't do a lot of fancy designs because her Honkai energy resistance prevented her from letting loose.

Hmm. If it's even more extreme than the weapon we tested last time, then I really can't handle it.

When Changguang reforged the sword, he focused on only two things: hardness and sharpness.

According to her, this sword automatically absorbs Honkai energy upon contact and converts it into the sword's defensive capabilities and sharpness.

Schicksal's control over Honkai energy was already extremely precise. He drew his sword to test its effect and found that even if he manipulated Honkai energy in the same way, he couldn't do it any better than the sword itself.

Changguang probably didn't know he could control Honkai energy, so he made this very convenient design.

An hour and a half later, near Chiba Academy.

"We have reached our destination. Please prepare for landing."

The Valkyrie in charge of piloting the vehicle spoke to the people inside the cabin.

"Yes, thank you." The young man held his sword at his waist and walked straight to the hatch. He opened the hatch, and the howling wind tousled his black hair. His response was polite and calm.

At this moment, the helicopter is only about five meters above the ground and is slowly preparing to land. The Valkyrie has chosen a landing spot next to Chiba Academy, a rare flat area that has not been damaged by Honkai Beasts.

From his perspective, a dozen or so scattered assassins, drawn by the noise of the propellers, were slowly gathering.

Unless bombarded with large-scale weapons, it is very troublesome to completely eliminate the Honkai energy reactions of these zombies.

In such an environment rich in Honkai energy, the emergence of new Honkai Beasts is a normal occurrence. Of course, it is impossible for Temple-class and Emperor-class Honkai Beasts to appear, and even the possibility of a Chariot-class Honkai Beast appearing is very small.

Changkong City is currently quite safe, which is why Theresa was willing to let him come.

After the aircraft landed, before the propellers had even stopped spinning, Su Qing'an had already leaped out. The Valkyrie, who had noticed the boy's dangerous behavior, hadn't even spoken up before the gleaming head rolling on the ground made her decide not to say anything more.

A very fast sword.

The silver-white blade traced a streak of light across her retina, and the approaching assassin fell instantly.