Honkai Impact: Travel Notes of the Tree and the Sea

"Young man, your marksmanship is pretty good."

The old hunter looked at the blond man following him with a kind smile on his face.

Even the old Fox, who had been a hunter for most of his life, had to admit that this man's marksmanship was very good. As the shotgun in his hand is fired, the prey will surely fall not far away, and every shot will accurately hit the prey's head, killing it with a single shot.

Old Foss stepped forward and put the prey into the linen bag he carried with him, smiling.

"Let's go, young man, we have gained a lot today, let's go back to the village."

The blond man nodded,

"Okay, old gentleman."

"You still haven't remembered anything?"

"Well... I'm sorry. I only remember that I was traveling alone. I can't remember the rest."

Hearing the man still answer like this, Old Foss couldn't help but sigh.

Several months have passed since the man in front of him was brought back to the village from the forest, and now it is considered the beginning of spring. As for this man, he couldn't think of anything except that something had happened in his family and he was the only one left, so he planned to go on a trip to relax.

"Forget it, forget it, forget about those unhappy things. Let's go back to the village. Those little guys are still waiting for you to tell them stories."

The blond man looked at the old hunter walking in front of him, and then at the sunset gradually setting on the mountainside in the distance.

In fact, he did not lose his memory, and he also knew his name - Otto Apokalis. Under that man's "blessing", no matter how serious the injury is, it can be healed. It's just that the pain and exhaustion in the soul cannot be restored by simple healing. As he walked aimlessly day after day, his soul finally reached its limit. So he fell in the forest, and was brought back to the village by Old Foss and the others.

He woke up soon. After figuring out his situation, he wanted to leave but saw the girl bringing him medicine.

Snow-white hair tied into braids, sea-blue eyes, everything is so similar to "her". But in the blink of an eye, a question followed, who is "she"? Why do I feel similar? Where have I seen "her"?

"Uh…"

Otto thought of this, and his head felt like a pain that was about to tear his soul apart. The frightened little girl with white hair put down the medicine and ran out of the door, shouting loudly.

After that, after receiving the news, Old Foss and Kate hurriedly came to Otto. Strange to say, I had a splitting headache just now, but after the little girl left, the pain immediately subsided.

Old Foss and Kate looked at the man who had recovered and tentatively asked Otto about his next plan. He, who was about to say goodbye and leave, caught a glimpse of the white-haired girl who was making medicine for him. That kind of blockage that seemed to be fate, that kind of haziness that seemed to be right and wrong, gave Otto a strange feeling in his heart.

Therefore, Otto chose to stay in the village. His explanation to Old Foss and the others was that there was an accident at home, and now he was alone. Then he went on a trip alone and had an accident, which made them feel that he had lost his memory.

In the following time, the archbishop who was once destined to work in the village at the foot of the snow-capped mountains worked with other villagers and went hunting in the mountains with the hunters. He quickly gained the favor of the villagers. Even Otto himself did not know. It's been a long time since I felt so relaxed.

During this period, children in the village often played in Otto's room, and Otto would tell them stories about the outside world. But whenever Otto saw the white-haired girl, his urge to ask the girl's name would always be inexplicably suppressed by him.

He looked at the white-haired girl, and there seemed to be a girl in front of him who had climbed over the wall and entered his yard, a girl who had been pierced by the spikes of the Honkai Beast, and the girl's face was without exception covered with mist. Whenever Otto wanted to take a closer look at the girl's face, the scenery in front of him would suddenly change. A dark golden claw crushed a pure white ball of light, and what followed was It's a pain that seems to tear apart the soul.

Whenever Otto's face kept twitching due to pain, the white-haired little girl would always look at him with a worried look, while anxiously preparing medicine for him.

Looking at the little girl's busy back and the gradual smell of herbs, Otto always felt that the pain in his body seemed to be relieved a lot.

……

"Uncle, can you make origami airplanes?"

One afternoon, the girl came to Otto's room and looked at Otto who was drawing drawings in the room. The little girl knew that since the blond uncle came to the village, there would occasionally be some weird things in the village. So the girl wanted to ask this blond uncle, if possible, to teach him how to fold a powerful paper airplane, so that her friends would not laugh at her because the airplane she folded could fly the closest.

"Paper airplane?"

Otto looked at the little girl who pushed in the door and blocked half of his body with the door. Since then, Otto has tried his best not to let those strange thoughts surface, so as not to worry the little girl in front of him after the pain attack.

"Correct!"

"It's the kind of paper airplane that can fly high and far."

"My friends always laugh at me, saying that the paper airplanes I fold never fly far or high..."

Otto looked at the little girl's discouraged expression, then subconsciously looked at the wood scraps piled up on the table, and answered in a strange way.

"I can't fly a paper airplane high and far."

After hearing the answer, the little girl's eyes were visibly disappointed, but then they brightened up again.

"But I'd make a different kind of airplane."

Otto took the remaining wood from the side of the table, cut them into thin wooden strips with a knife, spliced ​​them to each other, fixed them with ropes, and finally covered them with a layer of oil paper.

Otto looked at the plane in his hand. He seemed a little confused as to why he would make such a thing. In his image, he had never done anything like this. When Otto was looking at the plane in his hand in a daze, the figure of a white-haired girl appeared in front of his eyes. The figure seemed to be holding such a plane in his hand.

Familiar pain came, and Otto seemed to have gotten used to dealing with it several times. He took a deep breath and slowly buried the figure in his mind. As long as he didn't think about that figure, the pain would not come.

"Uncle, can this plane fly?"

The little girl tugged on the corner of Otto's clothes and looked at the plane in his hand with some doubts in her tone.

"Of course you can fly, and you will definitely fly higher and farther than others."

"Go try it."

Otto handed the plane in his hand to the little girl. The little girl turned around and took a few steps, then ran back and pulled Otto's cuff.

"Uncle wants to teach me how to fly this plane."

The little girl held Otto's hand, came to the door, put the paper airplane in Otto's hand, and then ran to a place about twenty steps away from Otto.

"Uncle, fly the plane over."

Otto held the plane and gently threw it in the direction of the little girl. His movements seemed extremely skillful, and the plane seemed to have been rehearsed countless times. It flew out of Otto's hands and flew into the clear sky. It made a perfect arc and finally slowly rested in the girl's palm.