Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

After about ten minutes, a group of people came out of the village carrying wood and tools, and started knocking not far away, and soon built a high platform.

"Haha, it's finally about to start!" A pirate patted the knife on his waist and shouted around, "Let's go! Come closer and take a look!"

Are you going to burn something?

The atmosphere became inexplicably lively, and the surrounding villagers gathered around the high platform. Nanke and Awang's skirmishers stood on the outermost edge and did not get close. On the surrounded high platform, a pirate climbed up with a chicken leg in his mouth and used his hands and feet to catch the throw from below. A piece of hemp rope goes up, dragging something up.

"it is good!"

"Drag him up quickly!"

"The lackeys of the shogunate deserve to die!"

The weight on the other end of the hemp rope was dragged up to the high platform by the pirates with fists raised in cheers, and hung on a diagonal log on the edge of the high platform.

It was a young man covered in wounds, only in his early twenties, wearing a military uniform of the shogunate, with his hands, feet and cheeks tied tightly with ropes.

The young soldier's face was covered with bruises and bloodstains, and was so swollen that his expression could not be seen. Only his eyes were full of hatred, staring at everyone in the audience.

The villagers screamed angrily and turned their bowls and chopsticks into weapons, hitting his scarred body and head together with the leftovers.

Nanke's breathing was slightly stagnant.

What festival.

This is basically a place of execution.

Did the villagers let them stay because they wanted them to see with their own eyes how the shogunate's prisoners were killed?

"Awang, we..." Nanke grabbed Awang's hand and wanted to say something back, but when he turned his head and saw her expression, the words on his lips were suddenly stuck.

Awang stared at the people on the high platform, his eyes wide open, his pupils trembling slightly, angry and unbelievable: "Didn't he say that he was pitiful? Didn't he say that he was abandoned and persecuted by the shogunate? Why was he killed instead..."

"Awang," Nanke covered her eyes and dragged her back, "We won't watch anymore."

"That soldier... is only as old as Kinjiro. He may be getting married soon, and his fiancée may still be waiting for him." Awang shook off Nanke's hand, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were full of anger, "He was killed and injured so hard that he couldn't resist. Is this their rebellion? Is this the justice and freedom they want?!"

Awang is still too young.

Although he is small, he shoulders the responsibility of protecting others.

If Hibiki Asase were present, he would definitely say, "These have nothing to do with the duties of a miko," and then take Awang away.

A shrine maiden who protects the world should have such a cold attitude.

But Nanke didn't want Awang to just ignore but not understand, and eventually become the same person as himself.

"Of course not," Nanke held Awang's hand again, "This is just revenge, blood for blood in vain."

"Then can we..."

"Then the villagers' anger will be transferred to us?" Nanke asked, "And then, if you or I are also injured, will we also start to resent the villagers and no longer care about the dangers in the sky?"

Ah Wang was stunned.

"Don't forget why we came here, Awang," Nanke pulled her up, "What the witch wants to protect is the peace of the earth. As for the right and wrong between people on this earth, let them settle it themselves. "

This time A Wang allowed her to be pulled away and did not resist again.

They have different positions and are incompatible. They shoulder responsibilities and are destined to view things from different heights.

They were determined to avoid disputes, but the disputes did not escape them.

"What are you doing, miko-sama, walking so fast? Are you tired of watching?" The pirate on the high platform had already finished chewing the chicken legs. He stepped on the edge of the high platform with one foot, holding the bare bones in his mouth, half-smiling, "It happened that my knife The blade curled up after cutting too many people. I heard that witches are good at using bows and arrows? In that case, I will leave this guy to you to kill, right?"

With a roar, the pirates who were among the villagers came out, stopped in front of them, and threw a pair of wooden bows and arrows.

Awang looked at the bow that fell at his feet, clenched his fingers tightly, and his whole face turned red from suppressing his anger.

"Did you see it? This is the shrine maiden from your Narukami Grand Shrine. She said she would help us seal the thunderstorm on Qinglai Island." The pirate on the high platform drew his sword and patted the hanging man with the blade. The faces of the shogunate soldiers smiled, "When Qinglai Island is cleared up and the shogunate is completely defeated, they will be the top contributors."

"Please don't misunderstand us," Nanke turned around and said coldly, "We are only here to suppress evil and have no intention of participating in any disputes."

"To put it nicely, Qinglai Island is our territory. If you don't express it, how would we know if you are here to suppress evil, or are you here to cause destruction in the name of suppressing evil?" The pirate laughed carelessly.

"That's right!" the villagers echoed one after another.

"People from Narukami Island cannot be trusted."

"You have been here for so many days, but you haven't seen any movement from the thunderclouds in the sky?"

"If you don't shoot him, I'll drive you out!"

"Please?" The pirate cut the rope around the mouth of the shogunate soldier, smiled and took two steps back with the knife in his hand, making a gesture of invitation.

"You...helped the tyrants..." The shogunate soldiers looked at Nanke and Awang from a distance through the villagers in the middle, their chests rose and fell sharply, and they spat out a mouthful of blood-stained spit, "I will not die well!"

In troubled times, how can one survive alone?

Awang's palms gradually became sticky with cold sweat. Facing the hateful villagers and shogunate soldiers, he breathed softly and pulled his hand out of Nanke's hand little by little.

Then he picked up the bow and arrows on the ground and flicked the dust on the bow strings.

"Aren't you going to stop it?" The skirmisher crossed his arms and ignored all this, and finally asked Nanke.

"Who do you think Awang's arrow will hit?" Nanke asked.

"not sure."

"Awang is a good boy." Nanke just looked at the miserable shogunate soldiers and proud pirates on the high platform opposite.

The bowstring in Awang's hand was as tight as the full moon, as if it would break under its strength in the next moment. His still childish face, eyes narrowed, lips pursed tightly, full of coldness.

The index finger was placed under the arrow, aiming at a certain focus in the sight, and with an ear-splitting string vibration, the arrow flew out.

My sight couldn't keep up with the speed of the arrow, I just heard a "clang" sound, gold and iron intersecting.

The shogunate soldiers had long since decided to die and closed their eyes. Hearing the sound, they opened their eyes in shock and looked to their side.

The pirate was also stunned. The chicken bone he was playing with in his mouth fell to the ground. After three seconds, he turned his head blankly and looked at the saber on his shoulder.

Awang's arrow hit the broad blade.

The arrow was nowhere to be found, and there was only a hole in the knife with a broken piece of iron.

The pirate's eyes widened in shock.

"Anyone who hinders the witch from suppressing the evil," Awang opened her fingers, and the broken bow that was broken in two due to excessive force fell to the ground from her fingers, "the end will be like this."