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

After that, the swordsmith's thoughts were distorted by the power of the evil spirit, and he gradually became what he is today. Moreover, the swordsmith did not know from beginning to end that the power he purified was actually the power of the evil spirit, and that hatred caused the sword to embark on a path of no return. This knife was already unforgivable, but that was only because it lost its wielder, and no one could point out his mistakes when he went astray.

It's too late.

Time will not stop for its persistence. Its wish was still wishful thinking at the time of departure.

About half an hour passed.

"Tenmu Yuya" who was standing in the distance came towards them. The famous sword "Isshinden" has accepted all this, and after calming down, he temporarily controlled his body, and made the final expression calmly through his mouth: "Looking back at the past, the day when it was forged seems like yesterday. I once said to him, I would give up everything for his long-cherished wish in return for the consciousness he gave me..."

However, darkness and blood can make people numb, and the famous sword of "Isshinden" gradually cannot distinguish the difference between gratitude and hatred. Not only did it fail to fulfill its wish to forge man, it also soiled that wish...

A sigh.

Maplehara Manyo softened her tone, saying that the other party was willing to see the facts clearly and follow the agreement, respect the results in front of them, and release Tenme Yuya. It's not hopeless.

However, at the last moment when the famous sword "Isshinden" released Tenme Yuya, he admitted that he still could not give up the long-cherished wish of the forger. Although it has no feelings for those who use it as a stepping stone, as a samurai sword, it is tempered by the samurai spirit of the person who forged it. It is willing to admit defeat and will never break its promise.

It can't give up, even if the result is like this. Just because that is the meaning of its existence.

The famous sword "Isshinden" spoke sincerely, pledging its own blade and knowledge, asking Maplehara Manyo to help it fulfill its own and the wish of the forger.

This is not about pushing the envelope too far.

So, if you don't mind, please listen to it first... It doesn't matter if you don't agree, it will still release Tenmu Yuya as promised.

The outcome is now decided, and this sword has no power to cause any more waves. Although their fight was heated a few hours ago, now, no matter what the reason, the four of them were willing to give it a chance to listen.

The famous swordsman of "Yixin Chuan" thanked the people in front of him. His attitude was a complete reversal from the beginning: "Thank you. When I was forged, he was already terminally ill. He told me that he really wanted to Let me have a majestic first battle. However, he never stood up from the bed... After that, I never experienced a battlefield of my own."

Its combat has no glorious purpose, it just keeps traveling and... keeps making mistakes.

"You are a very good sword wielder. I would like to use your hands to experience what a battle between samurai is." Not only is it a pity, but also that someone from the "Isshinden" once again picked it up and wielded it. Hearty.

Maplehara Manyo did not refuse: "What about the opponent?"

"I will release Tenmu Yuya and let him regain consciousness, and then can you please persuade him to fight with you. He must have hatred for me and have sufficient reasons to fight."

"..." Kong started to speak but stopped.

Wutong didn't speak either. Hatred is hatred, but after wandering outside for so long without eating or drinking, does Tenme Yuya really have any extra energy to fight?

Maybe this is the special aspect of being Inazuma's local samurai sword. The two of them holding foreign one-handed swords were not good at participating.

Maplehara Manyo: "I understand, let's wake him up first, and let's confirm whether he has the physical strength and willingness to fight."

After a few breaths, the control is released.

Tenmu Yuya's body shook and he fell to the ground with a thud. Even the helmet on his head fell to the side. The face is full of vicissitudes of life. Then his eyelids trembled and he slowly woke up. When he was controlled by that knife, his consciousness was blurred, and he suddenly transformed from the original underground warehouse to the unfamiliar seaside, and his brain had not yet reacted. There was soft and moist sea sand under his hands, and the salty smell hit his face. The night wind was very cold, and Tenme Yu also sat up with his forehead in his hands, shivering uncontrollably.

Seeing that the person was awake, Maplehara Manyo also told the other person the situation exactly as it was.

There was silence for a while.

"...So that's it, he used my body...to hurt people." After silently digesting all the information, Tenmu Yuya looked at his palm, clenched it, and then loosened it. Unwilling to be just a victim, emotions welled up in his heart. He clenched his hands again and stood up, putting on the original sword on his waist: "I hate what it did, but it kept its promise to you and told me to release it. It shows that there is still some sense of honor and disgrace left. If this chaos can be solved after fighting, then I am willing to accept it."

He got it. Kong crossed his arms and stepped back to leave space for the two of them: "We will tell Tian Ling that you are innocent, don't worry."

"Thank you. Huh...if it weren't for your help, I don't know how this matter would have ended."

The final duel should be more solemn.

On a shoal, the two parties were ready to attack. At first glance, it looks a bit like the Southern Cross Fighting Club. But as a competitor, he felt it was much easier back then. And we can't take it lightly. Sora intuitively thinks that the knife has something else to say...

Wutong took Paimon, who was fighting with his eyes, to a secluded place on the other side. He called out the Dust Song Pot from his backpack and let the child who should go to sleep long ago go to sleep in it.

Paimon tried really hard, but he still couldn't resist the biological clock. According to Sora's description, the trajectory she was flying now was like that of a baby bird learning to fly for the first time, and she might show what falling sleep was like at any time.

I really can't stand it anymore. Paimon yawned for an unknown number of times. He sniffed and rubbed his eyes. No longer insisting, he said good night and obediently went to sleep in the Dust Song Pot.

After settling Paimon in Wutong and placing the Dust Song Pot in a hidden place, he went back to find Kong, waiting for the outcome of the contest between the successor of "Isshin Chuan" and the successor of "Tenmu Ryu".

Coincidentally, as soon as Wutong arrived, the two of them had already ended the battle neatly.

Tenmu Yuya was half kneeling on the ground, using his sword as strength to stand up. Although he was unwell, such a battle was extremely precious to him. He said with respect in his tone: "...I have learned a lesson. Although it looks damaged, in your hands, it is It seems like some light has returned.”

Although the feeling of evil is gone, the persistence has not changed at all.

"You played very well. I think it should be fully engaged. There are still some things that it can say to you." Maplehara Manyo lowered his eyes and looked at the knife in his hand.