The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [392]

“Wolfhooks can heal wounds. They can also disinfect.”

Razor stated matter-of-factly, “So, Wolfhooks are Windblumes.”

“There sure are a lot of different kinds of Windblumes…”

Paimon wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead.

“Fischl isn’t going to come up with something bizarre too, is she?”

“The bloom of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung could never be a mere mundane flower,” Fischl declared, covering one eye dramatically. “Only the radiant blossom that illuminates the silent, dark night shall shine upon this world with its divine light…”

“What the young lady means is… Small Lamp Grass,” Oz translated as always. “She is quite fond of the flowers that glow at night.”

“A flower that glows in the dark, huh…” Jia Changjiang rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“That has nothing to do with wind at all!” Paimon couldn’t help but complain.

“Didn’t someone mention earlier that dandelions and Windwheel Asters are the two most recognized Windblumes in the city?” Lumine chimed in. “But looking around, it seems like there are so many different opinions…”

“What about you, Barbara? Your Windblume isn’t one of those two either, is it?”

Barbara hesitated slightly before responding, “Um… I think I like… Philanemo Mushrooms.”

“Philanemo Mushrooms grow bathed in the gentle breeze, nourishing life just like the wind does… They thrive on rooftops where the wind passes through.”

Barbara explained softly, “And… as an ingredient in medicine, they’re also really useful for treating the wounded…”

“Well… I guess there really is no single answer to what the Windblume is…” Lumine finally admitted with a sigh.

But in that case! That means mint can totally count as a Windblume too, right?!

“Are you interested in helping set up a banquet?”

Jia Changjiang suddenly asked the group in front of him. “Lumine and I are planning to host a grand celebration on the final day of the Windblume Festival, but we still need help with the preparations…”

“A banquet?”

The four young adventurers exchanged glances.

Lumine, upon hearing Jia Changjiang’s words, couldn’t help but smile.

With slow, deliberate steps, she moved behind them, drawing closer alongside Jia Changjiang…

And just like that—

They secured four new helpers for the banquet!

As they stepped out of Mondstadt Cathedral, Lumine began counting on her fingers. “Barbara can perform during the event… Bennett can help with the decorations… Amy said she’d help us hunt… and Razor can chop wood and hunt as well…”

“Are we still missing anything?”

“Yes. A banquet should be as grand as possible. With just the few of us, we wouldn’t make much of a difference.”

Jia Changjiang replied, “Since it’s a Mondstadt celebration, it’ll only be meaningful if the people of Mondstadt come together to make it happen.”

“The more Mondstadters we get involved, the better…”

Venti, driven by the promise of honeyed apple cider from Kaeya, continued collecting love poems, while Jia Changjiang and Lumine remained busy preparing for the banquet.

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Before long, a small rumor began circulating throughout Mondstadt.

On the final day of the Windblume Festival, when the Windblume Star presents the Windblume to Barbatos, the city will host a grand bonfire celebration in the plaza.

And to join the festivities, there is but one simple condition—

Bring something with you.

If you are a patron of Mondstadt’s taverns, bring your finest wine.

If you are a gourmet or a chef, bring your most exquisite dish.

If you are an adventurer, a traveler, or even a merchant from a distant land—it doesn’t matter who you are.

Bring a story. Bring a song from your homeland.

Bring wine and music, bring tables and chairs, bring firewood for the bonfire—whatever you have to offer.

And if you truly have nothing to bring…

Then simply bring the wind.

For this bonfire celebration welcomes all.

Bring what you cherish most, and share it beneath the flames of the Windblume Festival.

Dance beside the fire, savor fine wine, sing songs, and listen to the stories reflected in the flickering firelight.

And above all—be bold. Confess your love to the one who holds your heart.

Barbatos, the Anemo Archon, will bless your love in the whisper of the night breeze, so… go forth without hesitation.

Offer your chosen Windblume to that special person.

Present them with your heartfelt poem…

Then, invite them to dance beside the bonfire, with no reservations, no fear.

Where did this rumor come from?

No one in Mondstadt knew for sure.

But many hearts stirred at the thought.

Because the bards had begun to sing of this vision—of a scene woven from people’s unspoken wishes.

Dancing before the bonfire, offering the most beautiful Windblume to the one they love.

Come, come.

The bards of Mondstadt sang.

Bards sing of heroes and dragons, but… they also sing of the dreams hidden in people’s hearts.

Come.

Where young men and women dance around the bonfire, golden ale splashes in celebration, and old men with red noses strum their accordions—tipsy from cheap wine, savoring the moment’s fleeting warmth.

Come.

In stories shared by the firelight, a young warrior dons his armor and raises his sword, swearing an oath to the girl he cherishes. And years later, when he returns from his final adventure, scarred but victorious, he carries the sword she gave him, having become a true hero.

Come.

Where the girl in the story holds the book gifted by her warrior, tracing the dents in his battered armor—her fingertips brushing against his scars—as they step together into a fairy-tale ending.

Come.

Dress in your finest attire, wear your most beautiful clothes, and twirl beneath the firelight. Let your skirts bloom like flowers—it doesn’t matter if your steps are unpolished.

Come, come…

This is the Windblume Festival. This is a celebration of freedom.

Do not hesitate. Do not waver.

Come. Bring the wind, and let it carry you here.

Bring whatever you most wish to share…

The bards sang.

In the taverns, people spoke of the rumor, and soon, it spread across the city.

Among those who listened were young men and women caught in quiet contemplation.

The bonfire celebration had yet to begin, yet the small dream spun by the bards had already taken root in their hearts.

Will he… or she… be there?

That little flicker of hope, that small budding anticipation, burrowed into their hearts like a restless whisper—making them itch with longing.

And so, as the rumor spread, the people of Mondstadt began counting the days until the festival’s grand finale.

Meanwhile, the one who had started the rumor…

Was busy chopping wood in Wolvendom.

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