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

The streets were gray and the drizzle was messy.

Kamisato Ayato stood at the door of the store, looked back with a smile, and handed out the long-handled umbrella in his hand.

Nanke took it, took half a step outside the eaves, raised his head and stretched it out.

A small piece of rainwater bounced up from the open umbrella, like a handful of beads carelessly falling from the fingers, hitting the black umbrella cloth, making a messy and disturbing noise.

The skirmisher was holding an empty food box in one hand and holding a bamboo hat in the other, and paused in the rain.

The sloping umbrella cloth blocked Nanke's face, and the rain was so noisy that it was difficult to hear what they said. He only saw the umbrella handle being handed back to Ayato Kamisato.

The skirmisher's fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on the food box and continued to walk towards them.

"...Always have food and wine ready, waiting for your visit." Nanke said.

"Some people just pass by and are eagerly awaited, and some people visit every day, but are kicked out of the store," Ayato Kamisato sighed pointedly, "I really envy others."

"Everyone who comes is a guest." Nanke replied tepidly. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a familiar figure. He turned his head, his eyes widened slightly, and his expression became vivid.

Kamisato Ayato followed and looked over.

Oh, he's her brother, what's his name...?

"The country collapsed," Nanke took two steps towards the skirmishers and raised the corners of his mouth, "Have you gone to deliver food?"

The skirmisher said "Hmm" and his eyes passed over Nanke and landed on Ayato Kamisato who was holding an umbrella next to him.

There was a deep darkness in the beautiful purple eyes, and Ayato's back felt cold for no reason.

"See you later." Fortunately, Ayato had excellent concentration and kept the smile on his face. He nodded to the siblings and turned around to walk into the rain.

"What are you telling Ayato Kamisato?" The soldier took off his hat and put the food box on the counter.

"Ask him to tell Jiu Jiao Sanluo to sit in the store next time." Nan Ke took the skier's bamboo hat, shook the water drops and hung it up. "She has to pass by our door every day. It's quite strange. It might as well be Make it clear directly to avoid unnecessary complications.”

"Really." The soldier's voice was light.

"The country collapsed?" Nanke looked over and felt that he seemed unhappy.

There is a low table next to the kitchen door with a row of half-finished dumplings and milk.

It was after Ayato Kamisato appeared that Nan Ke went to the food stall owner to discuss cooperation.

The skirmishers lowered their eyes and looked at the cups, and the scene of Nanke holding an umbrella for Ayato Kamisato appeared in front of his eyes.

It's extremely dazzling, but lingering.

It was like a lump in his throat.

"The country collapsed." Nanke followed him and asked tentatively, "It's because Kujo Sura is a tengu. Do you mind?"

"Am I such a person who can't tolerate sand in your eyes?" The soldier's tone was unclear.

Nanke glanced at the deserted street outside, held his hand, lowered his head and smiled: "It's okay if I don't."

The cheek that was slightly cooled by the moist air was pressed against his face, gently rubbed, soft and ironing.

She knew how to please him.

The skirmisher grabbed her finger with his backhand, slowly loosened his eyebrows, and then twisted them a little without leaving any trace.

This idiot.

-

Kamisato Ayato was taking a leisurely stroll and passed by a round roly-poly Bodhidharma statue on the side of the road.

"Master..." The roly-poly swayed, and with a "bang", it turned into a small ninja wearing a yellow raccoon hood, and followed his long legs step by step, "Aren't you going to return to your senses...?"

"I promised to help people spread the word and go to Tianling for a trip." Kamisato Ayato looked at the misty rain in front of him with a smile in his eyes.

"Oh..." Zaoyou tugged on his hood to block the raindrops.

While walking, Kamisato Ayato seemed to think of something interesting, and suddenly laughed out loud "haha".

Zaoyu: "???"

Don’t know how to hold an umbrella?

Kamisato Ayato gently turned the umbrella handle in his hand, his cold eyes full of interest.

What a clumsy lie.

He is obviously a smart man, but he is surprisingly easy to deceive.

-

Kujo Sora came just before closing time the next day.

There were not many customers in the store anymore. Kujo Sora quickly looked around, picked a seat next to him and sat down. He picked up the menu and looked down at it, feeling uneasy all over his body.

Nanke waited for a while, but saw no sign of Kujo Sora taking the initiative to speak out. He picked up a small pot of sake and walked over: "Do you need any recommendations?"

Kujo Sora glanced at the small wine bottle placed on the table, pursed his lips slightly, and nodded.

Nanke came a little closer: "If you want to go with the wine..."

Nanke picked a few dishes that Kujo Sora would like and waited for her to choose. However, Kujo Sora asked hesitantly, "Are these made by your brother, Guobeng himself?"

"If Mr. Kujo wants to see him, I will discuss it with him." Nanke said.

"No, how does this make...!" Kujo Sora shook his head hurriedly, coughed twice, and put down the menu, "Just the ones you just mentioned, have a piece of all kinds, thank you for your work."

"Okay." Nanke followed suit.

This is the last table of the day and the food is served very quickly.

After Nanke poured the wine for Kujo Sora, he turned around and saw Kujo Sora staring at the food in front of him with a complicated expression: "Your brother's cooking skills are quite impressive."

"As long as it suits you."

"Looking at these, I can't imagine the general cooking."

"I can't imagine it either." Nanke nodded in agreement, quite sincerely.

"Huh -" Kujo Sora took a long breath and looked up at her, with relief in his eyes, "I'm sorry, Miss Nanke, because of my personal... immature behavior, I have caused you more trouble during this time. "

"I'm starting." Kujo Sora clasped his hands together, then picked up the chopsticks with a solemn expression.

As expected of a nobleman, his table manners were very good, and he even chewed without making any sound. Nanke could not be disturbed and silently returned to the kitchen to pack up the kitchen utensils with the soldiers.

"I thought you needed me to betray my appearance." The soldier said lukewarmly, carrying a cutting board to drain the water.

"Please don't underestimate fans," Nanke said seriously, "Even if you are looking for a meal replacement, the conditions are very harsh."

"So, you mean, I'm not as good as General Thunder?" The skirmisher turned his eyes.

Nanke lowered the corner of his mouth and glanced at Kujo Sera who was eating seriously.

"I think," Nanke tilted his head close to the soldier's ear and whispered, "It must be because your cooking is so delicious that Kujo Sanra became disillusioned, right?"

The skirmisher moved the corner of his mouth, with a confused expression on his face, as if he was asking, can the kitchen killer be considered cute?

Nanke covered his mouth and had a hard time holding back his laughter.

Kujo Sora ordered a lot of dishes, and after eating for about half an hour, every last bit was eaten.

Nanke gave her money for the meal: "Master Kujo, welcome to visit next time."

"Thank you," Kujo Sora wiped the corners of his lips, put away his wallet and stood up, "but I won't come again."

"Eh?"

"I am also... the executor of the Eye Hunting Order." Kujo Sora lowered his eyes and glanced at the counter, indicating something.

Kuki Shinobu had already left work and was not there now.

Nanke understood what she meant and sent her out without saying anything else: "Please go slowly."

Kujo Sora nodded and walked alone towards the cluster of mansions high up in Inazuma Castle.

Everything that needed to be put away had been put away. Nanke locked the drawers, waited for the stragglers to finish handling the leftovers, and walked home together in the dusk.

"Speaking of which, Ito's Eye of God has been confiscated a long time ago, but A-nin's has never been mentioned by her."

"Eighty percent of them are hiding. Idiots like Ito Arataki who know they can't be defeated but still fight against the shogunate army are rare." Skirmisher said.

"That's right." Nan Ke was convinced.

Several goldfish-shaped fireworks suddenly exploded in the direction of the city.

It's not dark yet, and Inazuma Castle has distinct layers. Standing on the steps of the shopping street, fireworks seem to be blooming under your feet.

The faint smell of gunpowder smoke spread in the wind, and Nanke stopped. Not long after, new fireworks rose, in various shapes, covering the blue-black roof low.

"Nan Ke, are you going to watch the fireworks show too?"

"Mr. Chunya," Nan Ke turned around, "So there will be a fireworks show today?"

"It's not the Arataki faction who said they wanted to enliven the atmosphere of Inazuma Castle and did it with the daughter of the Naganohara family." Tsubaki was wearing a gray yukata with light vertical stripes, full of festive atmosphere. "Many stores were also We are packing up and heading out to the stall, do you want to go shopping together?"

Nanke looked at the skirmishers.

"Kuki-nin mentioned that I'm not interested." The skirmisher folded his hands.

Nanke: "Then..."

"Then let's go shopping, Nanke?" Chunwu took the opportunity to ask.