Jiraiya's Heroic Stories: Genshin Impact

The yellow sand was denser than raindrops, and it was blown by the wind. If you didn't look carefully, you would think the dishes on the long table were filled with sand.

Anyway, it doesn't look like they are going to host a banquet.

Mishal caught a glimpse of Jiraiya from afar. As the saying goes, good news never travels far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. The bad reputation of Jiraiya and others had long been spread throughout the country under the influence of the Imperial Academy.

And Mishal, like his son Mikael, was not completely trapped in the information cocoon of the Church. There had long been a legend that Jiraiya had a yellow-haired boy who could fight the devil.

But legends are bound to be exaggerated. The difference is that Mishal now firmly believes that he is a man favored by the Red King!

Therefore, he had no fear at all, but sat confidently at the other end of the long table, opposite Jiraiya.

"What? Do you want to be the first to stick your head out?" Mishal looked at Jiraiya arrogantly. He and Jiraiya did not have any deep hatred, nor did they have any irreconcilable conflicts in interests or classes.

He might be arrogant and not afraid of Jiraiya, but there was really no need to create such a powerful enemy for no reason. Maybe the legend was exaggerated, but there must be a basis for it.

Zilai did not reply immediately, but picked up the bowl of dusty porridge on the table, added some pickled mustard tubers made by the villagers, and ate it with relish without any disgust.

You can feel sand in almost every bite, making an unpleasant crisp sound.

Such behavior only made Mishal stare at the old guy as if he were a fool.

"How about eating something first?" Jiraiya sipped his chopsticks and pointed at Mishal casually.

However, Mishal only took a look at the food on the table, then with veins bulging on his forehead, he grabbed the nearest bowl and threw it towards Jiraiya opposite him with extremely terrifying wrist strength.

"boom!"

There was even a sonic boom at the moment of throwing it out. The speed at which this guy threw the dishes even exceeded the speed of sound!

The sharp sonic boom shook the villagers so much that they covered their ears. However, Jiraiya raised his arm in an instant and caught the stone bowl thrown by Mishal at a faster speed.

He calmly used his chopsticks to pick up the porridge in the bowl, which had almost solidified, and said, "Don't waste food."

Jiraiya said this lightly, and the area of ​​more than ten meters behind him was almost completely blasted into a sand-free semi-vacuum zone by the supersonic throw.

"Interesting." Mishal gently stroked his black hair, which he was not sure whether it was animal hair or human beard, and looked at Jiraiya with interest.

"Brother, as a local, there's no need for you to meddle in Xumi's affairs, right? Besides, the Ministry of Education is looking for you guys, why don't you just follow me!

At least compared to those hypocrites in the Decree House who are sanctimonious but disgusting. I am more like you, am I not? "

Mishal extended an olive branch to Jiraiya, but Jiraiya didn't care and was still struggling to shovel the mushy and solidified porridge in the bowl.

Mishal was not in a hurry and waited quietly. After Jiraiya finished eating, he slowly wiped the sand from the corner of his mouth and said:

“Come to think of it, you also live in the desert. You must have experienced the same hard times as them, right?

In the eyes of the villagers, the things I eat are good things that can only be put together by scratching together. How come you can't eat them?

Have you forgotten how hard life is for ordinary people? You can't even eat this bowl of rice, but you still expect the people in the desert to continue to accompany you through the more difficult war period?

The war you have started will only lead the entire country of Xumi into endless darkness!"

"Tsk." Mishale smacked his lips and picked up a bowl covered with yellow sand, but put it back after just thinking about it.

It’s not that Mishal really couldn’t eat. After all, he was also a desert dweller who had struggled through the desert step by step to reach his current position.

In the early years, he was exposed to the wind and sun, and he ate a lot of sand.

But now, he felt that there was no need for him to do so. He would be the man standing on the tip of the World Tree. Why should he be at the mercy of an old man?

"Why should we, the people of the desert, have to live a hard life eating sand while those bastards in Xumi City can live a life of ease and comfort in the lush rainforest? They even have the time to do various researches.

What about us? Just to be alive is already a great effort! My poor child, he just wanted to live! But he was killed by the bastards in the Order House!

Xumi? Country? Look at those bastards. When did they treat us as Xumi people from the same country? It should be said that they treat tourists from other countries much more intimately than us compatriots!

The Great Compassion Tree King used a despicable trick to kill our Lord Red King! He used the sand barrier to separate us, making us inferior people who suffered and were despised!

I tell you, this is not called war, it's called revolution! I want to overthrow this pedantic country! Whether it's the people in the desert or the dignitaries in Xumi City, they should all live an equal life!"

"What do you rely on? Burning, killing, looting, and killing innocent people? I have heard of the bad reputation of your "Heritage of the God King" for a long time."

As Jiraiya was speaking, two toads as big as half a human came up to Mishale, carrying the bodies of several ordinary villagers.

The corpse was pale, as if it had been drained of blood. This was the work of those monsters that had been influenced by Mishal not long ago.

Mishal, who was already used to seeing dead people, just glanced at them slightly without any feelings at all.

"In a revolution, there is always sacrifice. It's just a few worthless lives. Even my son died." He felt a little depressed as he said this.

It seemed that it was because his child's death was indirectly related to himself that Jiraiya spoke a few more words to him.

He sighed before asking again, "Mishal, huh? You said you could give the people of the desert a better life, so we'll assume you succeeded.

What are you going to do next? Or, what should be done to make the people of the desert and the rainforest live a better life? Do you really know how to govern a country? "

Most peasant uprisings were like this. Jiraiya had traveled around the ninja world and had seen this happen too many times in many small countries.

They have no vision and only want to overthrow the powerful, but they don't have any ideas or programs to govern the country.

After gaining power, they willfully abuse it. They have risen to a high position and completely forgotten the sufferings of the past. They have no idea how to control the country, and will even intensify the oppression.

As a result, people’s lives became even more miserable!

In fact, during this conversation, if Mishal was really a wise and capable leader who cared about the people, Jiraiya might really help him.

Unfortunately... it's far from that.

"You are a foreigner! Don't talk big here with such confidence! Since you don't want to follow me, then go to hell!" After Mishal seemed to have nothing else to say, he used his huge bear-like paw to lift up the long table in front of him.

But the moment it was lifted up, it was stepped back by a pair of clogs.

"Oh my, why do you two, one big and one small, love to flip the table? Is it a genetic problem?"