Genshin Impact, I, Aradaki Ichito, don’t want to be a funny guy!

Aratake Ichito opened his eyes and patted his chest with lingering fear.

“Oh my god!”

The scene just now almost scared Arotaki Ichito to death. What kind of evil had possessed his ancestor to make him imitate Yae Shinko with a hushed voice?

He was almost nauseated to the point of passing out, and in the final stage he even forcibly recalled Cao Zhi's "Goddess of the Luo River", and spoke a few passages at a very fast speed to shock them before he quickly ran away.

[Hehe, what's wrong? He looks like he has survived a disaster.]

Hearing this familiar voice, the corners of Huang Long's mouth twitched, "Sister, can we talk properly? I admit that my method was a bit radical. Now I admit my mistake to my sister. Can we talk properly?"

[Hahahaha! Okay, I won’t tease you anymore]

Arata Ichito finally breathed a sigh of relief.

[However, I didn't know you were so good at praising girls. You have great literary talent.]

Facing Miyu Chiyo's praise, Aratake Ichito shook his head and said helplessly, "Sister, everyone else knows it, don't you know it? If I were as good at praising as you say, I wouldn't be beaten by women all the time now."

"I didn't create these verses, but I heard them from a poet before."

[Yeah, that's right. If you were so smooth-talking, your popularity with women wouldn't be as strange as it is now. But who is the poet who can write such a poem? ]

Arata Ichito replied, "I just knew his last name was Cao."

There was another conversation, with Aratake Ichito responding to Michiyo's words in a sporadic manner.

After a while, Ara Taki Ichito stood up lazily and wiped his wet hair again, his hands were covered with rain.

The rain is still falling and it hasn't stopped.

"Okay, I have to get things done."

Arata Ichito stretched his body and stared intently at the ground below.

Due to environmental factors, countless white fogs surround the mountainside, like white ghosts, merging together into a cloud of misty smoke, covering the mountainside and leaving only the top and the foot of the mountain exposed.

But Aratake Ichito could still see it, his gaze penetrated through the layers of fog and reached the center of the open space below.

【Oh, you want to go down there? 】

Arata Ichito replied, "Yes, there is something interesting down there."

How interesting is it?

“Very interesting.”

[How interesting is very interesting? ]

"Sis, if you're still going to talk nonsense to me, then we're not going to talk anymore. Just calm down by yourself."

[Don't be so heartless. I'll listen to you. I want to see you more when you feel uncomfortable.]

"You are really my good sister."

Arata Ichito replied as he approached the edge of the cliff.

Then he jumped down.

Squeak…squeak…

The military boots landed on the smooth rocks, creating thin waves on the wet stone surface, just like skating on the ice, and vertical skating at that, which was extremely unstable. I almost fell down several times.

Fortunately, Araki Ichido was very skilled, and the rocks had many crevices and protrusions, which gave him ample space to move, so he did not fall down in a ridiculous way.

Five minutes later, Aratake Ichito landed on the ground safely.

He tightened his windbreaker and walked forward.

A circular open space appeared in front of the field of vision. Unlike the game, the open space was surrounded by blood-red flowers. The scarlet flowers were blown by the rain and swayed in the wind, just like blood flowing on the earth. The khaki color of the central open space seemed to have become the last piece of pure land.

The broken knives and rusty swords stuck around tell of the past tragedy and glory, and the unyielding fighting spirit and the sound of swords are endless.

There are two stone lanterns standing on both sides in front. The dim light they emit slightly dispels the surrounding fog, and it also seems to welcome people from afar to come here.

After passing through the stone lantern, Arata Ichito continued forward, stepping over countless blood princes, and arrived at the open space covered in wind and rain. Upon closer inspection, he saw a figure kneeling in the middle of the open space.

The figure was nearly four meters tall, as tall as two or three adults. He was wearing armor similar to that of an ancient warrior, and had a huge ghost face on his back.

The ghost face was hideous and had horns. Its eyeballs rolled from time to time, and its sharp teeth were exposed. It looked evil and ugly, like an evil ghost.

The long sword slung across his waist was as tall as two people, just the right size for his height.

He lowered his head, unable to see the expression underneath. All he saw was the broken talisman stuck to his head that fluttered in the wind but could not be shaken by thunder.

"Not bad, now it's more like a boss."

Aratake Ichito nodded slightly, but was thinking about the information of this boss in his heart.

Magic Sword Ghost

A self-disciplined humanoid mechanical swordsman, it is said that during the trial, the memory of the first generation of the master of a sword school famous for its secret sword "Tengu Sho" was integrated, but it lost control for unknown reasons and was eventually abandoned. According to the description of the poet, the sword ghost will linger in the place where the cause and effect are severed.

[Is this puppet the interesting thing you told me about? ]

Aratake nodded, "It is indeed interesting stuff."

【Then tell me how it is interesting? 】

Arata Ichito stroked his chin and said with interest, "This puppet possesses the memory of the first generation leader of a sword school. It seems to be called... Yanzang-ryu."

[Iwanzo-ryu? I haven’t heard of it.]

The smile in Arata Ichito's eyes grew deeper, "And that clan leader is called Yanzangzhiyin, but as far as I know, before Yanzangzhiyin took this name, everyone else called him..."

He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "The Imperial Carriage is about to begin."

The noisy voice in my head was instantly silenced.

Arata Ichito smiled and said, "How is it? I told you this is something interesting."

The voice of Miyu Chiyo did not sound in his mind, and Arata Ichito was not in a hurry. He just waited slowly.

[Huh... Indeed, this is really interesting. ]

After a long time, Miyomi Chiyo finally spoke, her tone containing feelings of relief, ease, and happiness.

Arata Ichito said, "Sis, this time it's not emo, I thought you would just find a corner and draw circles like before."

[Thanks to someone, I have now completely let it go. This thing in front of me is just a substitute. It mainly evokes my memories. Otherwise, I would not care at all. ]

Arata Ichito smiled and said, "That's good. Otherwise, it would take a lot of effort for me to go back to emo."

[What do you mean now? You want to fight that puppet? ]

"Yeah, I came here to improve my strength, what's wrong?"

The big world boss Arawaki Ichito has thought about it many times. Now his strength is not strong, and those monsters can just serve as a sharpening effect for him.

This was one of the main reasons why he came out.

[Excuse me, there is no chance that you will improve by fighting him. The difference in strength between you two is too great. You won't become stronger even if you tear him into pieces.]

Arata Ichito smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, I have my own arrangements."

After saying that, he strode towards the Demon Sword Ghost.

When he officially stepped into the open space...

Click...

The puppet kneeling on the ground also had scarlet light in its eyes.