Genshin Impact: Hello! Traveler

Ba Ling Island.

It is not as cloudy as before, but the land here is still barren, and when autumn comes, the whole place is desolate.

After General Raiden, the Traveler, the Unknown Power, the Shrine Maiden and others completed the seals one by one, the evil spirits here basically disappeared.

Shortly after the peace, the Tenryo Bugyo ordered 500 families to settle down here. However, not only was there the residual power of Wuxiang's sword and the corpse of the demon god, but the Feimu Village that was once located here was almost destroyed.

They call it an evil place, and no one, whether from the city or the village, would live there.

No matter how high the offer was, they refused.

After all, they had just experienced war, and the desire for food and clothing was still there.

As a result, the new village that was built next to the Himuki Village was left vacant, allowing the wandering warriors and vagrants to rest for a while.

As for why the Himuki Village was not demolished, it was naturally to serve as a relic of the war so that people could remember this bloody lesson.

The same was true for those wandering warriors, most of whom had lost everything in the war and were therefore on this path of no return. Seeing the village that was completely destroyed by man-made disasters, they naturally did not dare to disturb the graves of these poor victims.

Like a lone wolves expelled from a pack, the warriors here are a group formed by those lone wolves.

Of course, some extreme cases will be excluded.

Because no matter how bad a circle is, it has its bottom line.

As for those who are truly crazy, those with superior martial arts skills will deal with them themselves.

But time will wear down people's will and change the direction of the overall environment.

There are fewer and fewer people who become wandering swordsmen or warriors out of curiosity, but more and more people are returning to normal and starting a new life.

As Inazuma was returning to normal, and with the various good advice given by the Third Bugyo to those who had become ronin due to extreme accidents such as war, the "Rurouni Village", which originally had few people, became even smaller.

……

In a house in the Rogue Village, although it was called a house, there was not a single decent piece of furniture in it, it was just an empty room.

An old warrior, over fifty years old, was holding a half-full wine flask and pouring the wine into his mouth. He was sitting cross-legged on a flat, round tree stump that he had gotten from somewhere, and his sword was placed across his legs.

However, the Inazuma people seem to like to call the tachi a sword, so let's just respect their custom.

A few drops of wine flowed from his chin into the old warrior's slightly thick beard as he drank in a somewhat casual manner, and then fell onto the half-red and half-yellow blood-wiping cloth on the sword.

He seemed to be recalling something, and coupled with the rising drunkenness, his weathered old face looked a little funny with a slightly rosy red color like bacon.

He quickly wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth, and then slowly untied the blood-wiping cloth wrapped around the sword.

The well-maintained, silver-white sword blade seemed dazzling in this dim space.

He gently stroked the sword, as if chatting with an old friend, and his hoarse voice, like swallowing charcoal, rang out in this small space:

"Drink... Brother, drink..."

His eye sockets were sunken and the pair of turbid bloodshot eyes were looking at the sword that had accompanied him for most of his life. As he spoke, he poured the little wine he had on the blade.

"..." The sword seemed to glow a little, but that was all, and there was no more movement.

"Sorry, senior brother, I was greedy and you have no more to drink... hehe." He smiled, but there seemed to be a few sparkling rays in his cloudy eyes.

"I have been running around Inazuma for two or three years, trying to find the murderer who wiped out your Iwazo-ryu. I didn't expect it to be him - the traveler who saved Inazuma. But it's okay. The disciples of your sect can't inherit the essence of your Iwazo-ryu. After escaping the pursuit, they started to kill and rob..."

"Hahaha - it's better to die, it's better to die!!!" The old man kept patting his thighs and laughing heartily.

"But I don't understand why the traveler killed you..."

“Are you afraid of retaliation…” the old swordsman murmured.

"But which school in the world has the ability to avenge him? Is he a murderer? Or did you choose to put an end to the Yanzang School yourself..."

"It's really hard for an old man like me to recognize it..."

The old swordsman raised his head and looked blankly at the short ceiling.

"A few days ago, I went to Konda Village to bring back the sword given by the first patriarch, the Amame Kage-tachi, to serve as a sword tomb for you. I accidentally heard that the forging process of the sword had been passed down to that foreign traveler."

"How ridiculous, so ridiculous!!! Not only did they seize the sword of the Yanzang school, they also want to destroy the roots of the Yanzang school... Just like those people in high positions and power, half of the body is bright and the other half is dark." As if he was thinking of the faces of those high-ranking officials during the rebellion, the old swordsman laughed at himself.

"My school doesn't have a name - it doesn't deserve one. It was originally the Iwanzo-ryu, but because I was arrogant when I was young, I tried to create my own school, and now it has almost become a laughing stock..."

"But I'm unwilling to give up..." With a suppressed voice, the old swordsman gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, and veins bulged on his skinny hands.

"Even if he can face the general...we, the peerless swordsmen, must have this pride."

"He can kill you who doesn't have the Eye of God, but how can he kill me who doesn't have the Eye of God but is called a master by all the swordsmen..."

"I don't need the watchful eyes of God... To me, it is just the pity of the strong towards the weak."

"I have been holding a sword for over forty years... I can't even remember how many people I have killed."

"When I grow old, I will recall that I killed people for the sake of killing people when I was young... Even though I killed a wicked villain, I already know that I have committed a grave sin."

"After all, at my age, after killing for so long, it's impossible for me not to have a drop of innocent blood on my body..."

"The world is getting better, but bad people like me have to be eliminated."

"After all, the old sails are gone, and the new boat has no me."

"I wonder if I can find the traveler and fight him in my lifetime, or see the general's sword strike."

"Speaking of which, that day, I happened to meet the general who had transformed into a mortal. His swordsmanship was already extremely superb, especially the thunder that fell from the sky. His vast divine power was something that my generation longed for..."

"The life cycle of a human being is usually no more than a hundred years. I wonder how long it is for a god..."

"How presumptuous... A mortal man talking nonsense about the gods. This reminds me of an old story from Liyue: Two Liyue people were hoeing the land when they met the Emperor. The Emperor saw that their hoes were almost broken, so he gave them new ones. When they were about to leave, one of them laughed and said, 'The Emperor gave us wooden hoes, and we must use golden axes to hoe the land and silver to till the land...'"

"That's right... Everyone in Inazuma wants to compete with the boy from the Kaedehara family who took the Shogun's sword."

When young, one speaks more nonsense; when old, one talks more to oneself.

The old man in the sunset turns his back to the old gate. This kind of people also witness the gradual decline of Inazuma Ronin.

In a few decades, Inazuma will no longer have any wanderers who consider the whole world their home.

……

"Sir, although I am old, I still have the ability to hear." Without looking back, the old man seemed to have already noticed that there was a person standing silently outside the closed door.

"Tell me your purpose. If you have no hostility, you can have a drink with me, an old man." The old man silently put down the wine bag in his hand, placed his hands on the sword blade, and tapped the sword blade regularly with his old fingers. The old man said calmly.

"If there is hostility..."

"Although I am old, my sword still loves blood"

"Zhengzhengzheng——"

The sound of swords rang out in the small room, and the old man's calm words concealed murderous intent.

squeak-

As the door slowly opened, light quickly illuminated the room.

The shadow of the person coming is imprinted on the back of the old man.

The sharp shadow cast by the man's hand was a sword.