Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

For the past month, the girl had never once considered ending the game. She could have simply gone down and casually said a few words to the boy, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to take that step. As time dragged on, she became less and less inclined to do so.

Is it because you're afraid he'll be hurt and disappointed if he finds out?

Are you afraid he'll never come again?

Or perhaps...shy?

The girl shook her head.

Nonsense, how could that be? I'm just worried that there won't be any more fun in the future.

She didn't know what she was thinking; she couldn't even understand her own thoughts.

The girl didn't understand why she cared so much about such a fool.

She pursed her lips slightly, her fingertips unconsciously clenching. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the entire city of Mondstadt was plunged into a world of white water. The torrential raindrops pounded on every corner of this ancient city. There was no one on the streets. The boy stood alone in the white world, all alone like a little wolf abandoned in the rainy night.

She didn't want it to be like this.

As dusk slowly descended, the vast expanse of rain completely swallowed the setting sun, obscuring all sunlight.

Rustan sheathed his sword, glanced one last time at the clock tower, and decided to go home.

"The west wind will carry away the aroma of the wine."

Just then, a faint singing voice suddenly drifted over, mingling with the sound of rain pattering on the eaves, making it difficult to hear clearly.

It was a rainy night at Guojiu Lake.

Rustan raised his eyes, and he could still hear the melody of the song. In the heavy rain, everything was shrouded in mist, and the boy could not find the source of the song.

The rain is too heavy and annoying.

The song was melodious and clear, carrying a bright sadness, blending perfectly with the sound of rain.

"The mountain breeze brings news of victory."

The wind from afar stirs my heart.

"The rustling of my voice sings of my longing for you"

...

That's a really nice song.

But the rain was too heavy, and the singing was hidden in the rain; he couldn't find it.

Rustan slowly drew his sword from its sheath. An invisible wind gathered, and he gently closed his eyes, listening to the song. His hands moved naturally, and raindrops hit the sword wind, slowly breaking apart and dissipating into fine mist.

He is cutting 'rain'.

Cut off this torrential rain.

All the accumulated knowledge and inspiration reached their peak at this moment.

An astonishing amount of elemental power is converging, and the pinnacle of the West Wind Sword Technique has been forged today. The entire city of Mondstadt is feeling this terrifying change.

These scars have longed for your gentle caress.

[You disturbed my morning dream; you've quietly departed.]

Your scent is as sweet and sour as berries, and as rich and fragrant as lilac.

"On a rainy night at Guojiu Lake, I am willing to follow the wolf into the raging storm."

He danced with the wind, which seemed to sing as well. More and more raindrops were shattered, more and more mist was cut through, and more and more of the gloomy, obstructive fog dissipated. Rustan's sword grew faster and lighter. The wind parted the clouds and cleared the sky. As the waves of mist receded, the sunlight poured down, overwhelming everything.

He cut off the torrential rain in Mondstadt, and the name of the young wolf begins from this day forward!

As the heavens and earth were cleared, all things revealed their true forms. Rustan looked towards the source of the song.

The girl was still singing, clearly unaware that she had been discovered. After a moment of stunned silence, she realized what was happening, stopped singing abruptly, and met Rustan's gaze directly.

Her fair earlobes slowly turned red, like a white cloud tinged with the glow of sunset. That blush swept across her earlobes and slowly appeared on the girl's delicate cheeks. Her pale purple eyes were moist as if they were flowing lakes.

It was as if a fig leaf that had been covering her for a long time had been torn off, and the girl was speechless for a moment.

She pulled the shrine maiden's hood over her head and made an ostrich-like sound:

"Are you... are you an idiot?!"

"Uh..." Rustan was clearly taken aback by the sudden insult, and he scratched his head: "What's your name?"

"...Rosalyn Cruzshika Loehfat."

"You haven't been spying on me the whole time, have you?"

Rustan was an honest gentleman, and he always spoke his mind.

"..."

"Waaaaah! Waaaaah, you bastard, you're talking nonsense!"

The weather cleared up completely.

After a long-awaited storm, the sun finally shone in Mondstadt. A clear, clean light streamed across the pristine streets.

-

The sun has finally come out.

Kiyono Kaze coughed and gazed at the newly cleared streets of Mondstadt.

Rustan's memory inheritance was incomplete, and he knew very little about the past, but he completely remembered the rainy night when he mastered the West Wind Sword Technique.

As expected, another short-lived person.

He now knows that he was once 'Russtan', the former vice-captain of the Knights of Favonius.

He is now both 'Russtan' and 'Kiyono Kaze', but to put it bluntly, he has always been himself. Kiyono or Rustan, it has never changed. He has just remembered things he had forgotten.

Actually, none of this matters. The lingering memories awaken only to die completely in the process of wear and tear—coming back is only to die.

That way, past wear and tear won't bother him anymore.

The human resources system has issued new tasks.

[Task 2: Investigate the Temples in All Directions]

[Reward: Memory Fragment Reading (Part Two)]

He will slowly remember Rustan's story, and when he has remembered everything and completed his unfinished mission, that will be the time when Rustan truly dies.

By the way, today seems to be the day the Fools officially meet with the Knights.

Mr. Mei is awesome!!

Volume 1: Chapter 47 I'm Missing You (Two Volumes Combined)

The New Year is approaching, but the streets of Inazuma are not very lively.

The lanterns were hung up early, and the fine snow drooped on the candles, the warm candlelight mingling with the thin layer of snow. Apart from that, the streets and alleys were very quiet.

Apart from the candlelight and the snow, there was only dim sunlight, and a thin layer of frost had accumulated on the plaque of the Pillar State Mansion.

Most of the guests of this mansion were sent back home. This mansion had stood in Inazuma for more than four hundred years, and with the passing of one old man after another, it finally came to an end.

Kiyono Sara exhaled a breath of hot air. She was directing one or two soldiers to collect old items, mostly random antiques. The Pillar of State had been gone for almost a month, and they had been searching for a month.

After a long and arduous period of grief and sorrow, the warrior finally recovered and began to face the unavoidable reality—she needed to prepare for the funeral of the Pillar General.

There was no tombstone because the Pillar of State could not be found, and the Pillar of State's household did not hold any grand funeral. They had served the Pillar of State their whole lives and knew his habits well: he generally disliked pomp and circumstance.

The fact that the Pillar State chose to leave quietly alone already showed his attitude—so Sara will follow the Pillar State's last wishes.

It's a small cenotaph, filled with the Pillar of State's personal belongings—ordinary clothes, bows and arrows, armor, chessboards, pipes, and the like—buried under the big tree in the Pillar of State's residence.

That's all.

"...Are all of these going to be buried?"

Someone called her name.

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice, tinged with a low murmur.

She turned around in surprise, and there stood a figure behind her, the deep purple sleeves of his robe trailing on the snow. Lord Narukami was dressed very simply today, with no extra patterns on his kimono, white socks and wooden clogs, and a long, light brown braid hanging down to his waist.

She tilted her head slightly, her slender fingers twirling a pipe—a very old pipe, the filter tip stained yellow with tobacco smoke, the solid wood stem old and heavy. Qingye really liked smoking this pipe.

There was no extra emotion in his shadowy eyes.

This is the first time Narukami-sama has left the castle tower since Kiyono left.

Sara no longer understands Narukami-sama's thoughts.

That terrible storm covered the entire territory of Inazuma and raged for a whole month. It still hasn't stopped. Inazuma's maritime trade has been completely cut off, and travelers living in Inazuma are unable to return home. The chaos has spread further, and the long-resisted lockdown order has now been implemented.

Sara had tried to advise the Shadow, but to no avail. She completely shut herself away in the Pure Land of the Heart, while General Raiden faithfully carried out the Shadow's orders, and lightning swept across all the seas around Inazuma.

"Are all of these going to be buried?" Ying asked again.

"...Yes."

Saro quickly replied, "The Pillar of State..."

She swallowed the word 'remains' back, paused, and then changed her words: "We will bury everything left behind by Lord Pillar of State. This courtyard will no longer be inhabited; we will preserve it..."

Ying listened calmly to Sara's words, her eyes revealing no extra emotion, as if she were just listening to something very ordinary. Her thin lips were slightly pursed, and she nodded after Sara finished speaking.

"Let me help you tidy up."

"But sir, these chores should be done by us servants..."

"I'll help you tidy up."

Ying repeated it.

She spoke in a very calm tone, which also implied that she did not allow others to question her.

And so the matter was decided.