The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [401]

"Thank you, Star of the Windblume Festival."

Facing the statue of the Anemo Archon, Jean spoke with the formality of a knight:
"We have offered the Windblume, filled with reverence, to Barbatos. May the winds protect Mondstadt."

"May the winds carry our blessings and praises."

And with that...

The Windblume Festival came to an end.

The festival, originating from the Crown of the North, the City of Freedom, held many meanings.

If one were to ask—what exactly should one do during the Windblume Festival?

Should one be bold, or remain cautious?

Should one take the initiative, or wait for fate to unfold?

For what purpose, and for whom?

Even Barbatos himself could not give the best answer.

But in the end... everything depends on the heart’s desire.

Still—

Another celebration was yet to conclude.

"Well then… Jean."

Jia Changjiang smiled. "Shall we begin the preparations?"

On the plaza, many members of the Knights of Favonius were already tidying up, clearing away the remnants of the festival.

"Mr. Jax, Traveler… Hmm…"

Jean thought for a moment before finally saying, "Be careful when using fire."

"No problem."

With Jean’s approval, Jia Changjiang, Lumine, and the assisting knights began setting up the plaza.

This was the final task of the festival—one last effort for the evening celebration.

The citizens of Mondstadt, who had not yet dispersed, saw bouquets, tables, and chairs being arranged in the square. In an instant, they realized—the bonfire gathering, which the bard had sung about for so long, was not just a rumor.

Word of the event quickly spread.

As Jia Changjiang and Lumine stacked firewood for the bonfire, they noticed more and more people joining in to prepare the venue.

Some brought over tables and chairs, while others returned home to light their stoves and prepare their signature dishes.

The bonfire celebration was coming to life.

Once the firewood was set, they took care to establish proper fire safety measures.

Employees from the Dawn Winery arrived with crates of fine wine.

And soon, the young men and women of Mondstadt, having caught wind of the event, also made their way to the plaza.

Then, quietly, night fell.

No lanterns were lit.

The sun… had set.

A crowd had gathered in the square, waiting in the dark for the right moment.

People remained silent, only whispering in hushed voices.

"Light it up!"

In the darkness, Jia Changjiang stepped forward, holding a small object as he approached the stacked firewood.

A flint—something he had cobbled together using a worn-out workbench.

And in an instant—

Flames surged into the night, illuminating the darkness of Mondstadt.

One by one, the citizens lit their own lanterns.

The bards and musicians, taking cues from the fire’s glow, struck up their instruments.

A chain of lights flickered across the city.

Yet…

Despite the crackling fire, the young men and women hesitated.

It was as if they were waiting for someone—waiting for a brave soul to take the first step.

"Tch, what a bunch of slowpokes..."

Jia Changjiang glanced around before stepping forward himself.

He picked up an accordion and, circling the bonfire… began to play.

The melody drifted through the night, drawing the crowd’s attention.

The people of Mondstadt… were no strangers to celebration.

But this was the first time a bonfire gathering had been held on the night of the Windblume Festival.

And so, they hesitated.

Clearly… Jia Changjiang alone was not enough to get things going.

Setting aside the accordion, he scanned the crowd before finally—

With a look of mild disdain, he extended his hand toward Lumine.

If anyone was going to set the tone for the celebration, inviting Lumine to dance was the best choice.

But… an invitation should be made properly.

"Lumine, may I have this dance?"

Lumine, though perplexed by Jia Changjiang’s decision to ask her of all people, still agreed.

And once someone took the lead—

The young men and women could no longer hold back.

Some bolder youths confidently invited their partners to dance.

Others, after much hesitation, shyly asked their crushes for a dance.

The bonfire gathering—

As more people joined in the dance, it truly came to life.

Any initial awkwardness vanished completely.

People sat around the tables, drinking heartily, clinking glasses, and exchanging rumors and tales.

It wasn’t just the younger crowd—even the married couples of Mondstadt, and even those who had spent a lifetime together, swayed to the music of the bards by the fire.

"So why exactly did I have to dance with you?" Lumine grumbled. "I was actually about to ask Captain Jean and Lisa to dance with me..."

"Quit whining. Who else was I supposed to invite?" Jia Changjiang scoffed. "This is our event—if I don’t pull you in, who else am I supposed to dance with?"

"Dancing with me is such a terrible thing?!"

Lumine, fuming, stomped on Jia Changjiang’s foot. "I’m a golden-haired beauty! I’m adorable! How dare you look down on me?!"

"Stomping toes? That’s a move for children fighting… And real golden-haired beauties don’t call themselves ‘beauties." Jia Changjiang, still holding Lumine’s hand, continued dancing while mercilessly teasing, "You're such a little gremlin!"

"You—! You damn green-skinned bastard!"

The two exchanged jabs as they danced.

Eventually, as the song came to an end, their duty as the evening’s icebreakers was complete.

Jia Changjiang immediately joined the rowdy drinkers, while Lumine went off to find Jean and Lisa for a dance.

As for Jia Changjiang…

Just as he was about to take a swig of wine, he felt a tug on his pants.

Looking down, he saw Klee standing beside him.

"Honorary Knight, can Klee invite you to dance?" Her crimson eyes blinked with curiosity. "Klee heard that when you want to dance, you have to invite someone else!"

"So Klee came to find you to play!"

"Eh?"

Jia Changjiang looked at her. "Why me?"

"What about Albedo? Or Razor?"

Klee tilted her head before answering.

"Albedo said he wanted to go somewhere high up to sketch the bonfire party. Razor… Razor doesn’t know how to dance."

She blinked. "Honorary Knight, how do you dance?"

"I don’t know either." Jia Changjiang crouched down to her level. "But… when it comes to dancing around a bonfire, you don’t need any fancy skills."

"Besides… usually, it’s the boys who do the inviting."

Jia Changjiang knelt down and extended his hand toward Klee.

"Honorable Spark Knight, may I have this dance?"

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T/N: aww klee is soc ute

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