Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

The results are good.

Manyo successfully caught Kiyosaki's horizontal slash. Then he propped his knife on the ground and squatted on the ground to adjust his breathing. He understood that Wutong had just controlled his strength. Under normal circumstances, there would not have been any fluctuations. This situation occurred just because the knife in his hand had reached its limit.

After receiving the signal from both sides that they were done, Paimon followed Sora closer and found that the light of the sword was dimmer than before, and it was no longer as majestic as it was at the beginning.

Maplehara Manyo looked at the knife in his hand: "Maybe this time, we finally have a chance to see its true face."

Paimon was full of doubts: "True face, what are you talking about... Huh? Huh -?!"

The originally sharp and flamboyant knife's dark purple blade now lost its layer of burning light, revealing a withered brown color like the embers of residual wood. There are also cracks buried deep in it. The ribbon on the handle of the knife was also in tatters.

"Is this the same knife as the one just now?! It's actually so tattered!" Paimon shouted in disbelief with his eyes widened.

Kong's tone was regretful: "The wear and tear is quite serious, it is indeed about to break."

In this state, let alone challenging General Raiden, if it continues, the same samurai and Kairangui will be unable to defeat him. Even if it was indeed capable of rivaling Sky Light when it was forged, the long journey from the Winter Solstice Kingdom to Inazuma had already damaged it.

I don’t know if I can listen to it. Although the facts are right in front of me, there is no need to say more - its wish is just wishful thinking.

"I finally understand what you wanted to know when you proposed the bet. You tried to enter a state of one mind with me, so that you might be able to exert stronger power. But unfortunately, I am completely different from you. I can't understand your paranoia and cruelty, nor can I resonate with the swordsmith." Because the only person who understood it had passed away when it was born. Maplehara Manyo did not explain the last words clearly, but everyone present understood.

The Isshinden famous sword came out of Maplehara Manyo's hand and floated in the air: "...You are worthy of being a descendant of the Maplehara family. We only had a brief battle, and you used the sword to see through my heart. Journey No one in the media knew my story, and I never mentioned it, and you were the first to know."

At that time, it was thinking that if it could reach a consensus through this kid from the Fengyuan family, then it would still have a chance.

However, this attempt also failed.

No matter how hard it tries, it cannot achieve the level of fit between an ordinary user and his usual knife. Too long of time has passed, and its blade is in very poor condition. It has not been well maintained, and its true appearance can only be concealed with light.

Maplehara Manyo's original sword is worthy of being a famous sword that can take Mu Xiang's sword. Maybe it really can't reach this height...

He didn't realize that he was uttering the sigh in his mouth.

"But actually, this is just a knife I randomly picked while traveling in Liyue."

"Wha, what..."

"The casting and maintenance of the sword are very important, but it is certainly not everything." Maplehara Manyo took out his sword and stroked the cold light on it: "It has followed me for many years. We have the same mind. In addition, the situation at that time Forced, I received the blessing from another force. Martial arts and swords, thoughts and hearts are indispensable, and this has always been the case in the Isshin Chuan."

"..."

Wutong crossed his hands on his chest and added: "I want to tell you one more thing. Maybe the knife forger doesn't know that what makes you conscious is a power derived from the evil spirit. It is an evil residue left over from ancient times. , is also the source of mania and violence in your heart."

Thinking of that power, Maplehara Manyo spoke again: "Although you have tried to cooperate with me along the way, the part of the power of the evil spirit has been trying to snatch my body."

"I'm aware of it, but I can't change it. It's part of my consciousness."

He wanted to save Tenmu Yuya, so he resisted the temptation of that power. As for the sword itself, Maplehara Manyo didn't know if the other party had the idea of ​​resisting this power, so she could only shake her head regretfully: "I feel deeply sorry for you, because you have embarked on a journey that is destined to never reach the end."

When it set out, it lost the only person who could exert its power, but it could not say no to that person's wish. Moreover, it has realized this a long time ago, which is the source of all despair.

Its life, its body, everything it has is given by the forger... How can it refuse... It can only say when the other person is dying: Don't worry, leave the next thing to it. .

Sensing that the knife was listless, there was a long silence. Paimon looked left and right: "Hmm..."

Wutong rubbed Paimon's head and turned to the big rock on the beach.

"I believe our agreement has already been answered. I won't say anything more." Maplehara Manyo took two steps back and also changed direction.

The other party no longer has the ability or the intention to cause trouble. Leave some time to think about it.

The four of them arrived at the back of the big rock together.

If you say you want to give him some personal space and time, you are not lying. However, there are some places that are equally concerning.

Maplehara Manyo said to Wutong that the moment he touched the handle of the knife for the first time, he seemed to be sent into a mysterious space, a completely unfamiliar place.

There was a knifemaker lying quietly on the bed, the moonlight illuminating his weak face. The knife maker was already very angry and his life was not long. Place the newly forged sword next to him and listen to his words.

It's...the memory lodged in the knife.

In fact, the swordsmith learned the truth of the incident in the Winter Kingdom, and the "Isshinden" suffered heavy losses due to their defection. He spent his whole life not to vent his anger, but to compensate. He deeply regretted being deceived by fools, but he could never set foot on his hometown again. His idea was to send back his most satisfying works.

He told the conscious knife to return to Inazuma no matter what, but not to compete with the gods...

——Just to prove that they have been brilliant and they are worthy of trust.