The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [386]

"Write a love poem…?"

Sitting on a bench at the edge of the square, Jia Changjiang bit the end of his pen while holding a piece of paper in his hand.

On the other side of the square, Venti was teaching others how to compose love poems.

Jia Changjiang, however, didn’t bother to join the lesson. He just chewed on his pen, thinking about what he should write.

A love poem?

The last time Jia Changjiang wrote a love poem was back in senior kindergarten—for a little girl from the neighboring class.

Ah, the pure and innocent beauty of childhood.

That little girl used to wear long dresses, and during recess, they would play together—sometimes reenacting Calabash Brothers, sometimes Digimon.

In those days, when cell phones still had physical buttons, this was one of the few entertainments during breaks.

Oh, and by the way, the little girl played the calabash vine, since her long dress looked like one…

In that pure and carefree era, there were no complicated thoughts—if someone wanted to crawl under a girl’s skirt, they just did it. Who in kindergarten understood such things?

But as for that love poem from back then… it never really led to anything.

Jia Changjiang fell into deep thought.

Because at some point, young Jia Lǜpí had gotten into a scuffle with the girl during recess. They were playing a game, things escalated, and the two of them ended up fighting.

Hmm… Thinking back, he never actually won that fight.

Recalling his childhood, Jia Changjiang found himself even more clueless about how to write a love poem.

Write a love poem? For who?

Jia Changjiang couldn’t think of anyone to dedicate one to. He tossed the paper and pen aside and stared blankly at the balloons floating in the sky.

During Mondstadt’s Windblume Festival, there was a balloon-shooting event, and many people were participating.

If you hit enough balloons, you could win prizes—kind of like those street-side games where you shoot balloons with a BB gun.

"So peaceful…"

Jia Changjiang slumped against the bench, gazing at the sky as he muttered.

"…Sigh."

A sigh echoed from the bench beside him.

Jia Changjiang turned his head and locked eyes with Lumine, who had just turned to look at him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No commissions… nothing to do…" Lumine sighed as well. "I thought I’d at least get to hear some love poems, but Venti hasn’t even started teaching yet."

She then shot a question back at Jia Changjiang. "What about you? Why are you just sitting here like this?"

"No fights to pick. Can’t exactly challenge people to duels during a festival," Jia Changjiang sighed again.

"And besides… do you really think writing love letters suits me?"

After exchanging a few words about their predicaments, the two of them fell silent, their gazes drifting back to the sky, watching the balloons float higher and higher.

"…Sigh."

Another long sigh.

Somehow, even the clouds in the sky seemed more interesting than usual.

Nearby, Paimon hovered beside Venti’s lesson, sneaking glances at the two of them.

She didn’t even know what to say.

If she could, she’d rather not admit that these two slouching, useless lumps—Mondstadt’s so-called honorary knights—were actually her travel companions…

"The Windblume Festival is a Mondstadt tradition, right?" Lumine asked after a long while.

She barely moved, only her lips forming the words, her voice drifting over to the slouched Jia Changjiang on the next bench.

"Seems like it… Didn’t we just hear someone say that?" Jia Changjiang lazily replied. "And the Knights of Favonius have been explaining the festival’s history to foreign travelers too."

"I heard that this year’s Windblume Festival even has a special domain challenge…" Lumine added. "And of course, the usual traditional activities."

"Archery, wind gliding, playing the lyre…"

She continued, "And at the end, the Windblume Star offers a Windblume to the Anemo Archon."

"So?" Jia Changjiang turned his head to look at Lumine.

"A festival this big… and that’s it?!" Lumine exclaimed. "Isn’t there something even more exciting?"

"What else do you want?" Jia Changjiang asked.

"A bonfire party! A banquet!" Lumine suddenly sat up. "Dancing around a bonfire, drinking, singing, telling stories together… Wouldn’t that be so much more fun?"

"Don’t you want to try it?!"

"And where exactly are you going to throw this banquet?" Jia Changjiang scoffed. "There’s no space for a giant bonfire in Mondstadt, and who’s going to organize it?"

He curled his lips. "It’s not like we can just—"

"Hm?"

At that moment, both Jia Changjiang and Lumine froze.

They glanced at the spacious plaza before them.

Once slouched like hospital patients, the two suddenly sat upright, exchanged a glance, and had the same thought.

"A… banquet?"

Jia Changjiang instinctively stroked his chin, considering the feasibility.

Lumine, for once, was thinking seriously as well.

"I could ask Jean for permission to use the plaza," Lumine mused.

"And we’d need people for the party… plus a bonfire means we need firewood. I could chop some and bring it back," Jia Changjiang added.

They started listing the essentials for a successful bonfire party.

The most important thing? The attendees.

If two honorary knights—who had once saved Mondstadt—sent out invitations, how many people would show up?

In Mondstadt…

If the Windblume Festival simply ended like this, Jia Changjiang and Lumine felt… it would be a waste.

During the Lantern Rite, because of Xiao, they hadn’t been able to do much.

But Mondstadt…

After their brief discussion, the boredom was completely wiped from their faces.

Mondstadt was the City of Freedom, wasn’t it?

If that was the case… then Jia Changjiang and Lumine, acting freely—

Shouldn’t be a problem, right?

With that decision made, they glanced over at Venti, who was still busy teaching poetry.

Jia Changjiang and Lumine figured they should first gather some allies to help organize the bonfire party.

As for the plan itself…

The Windblume Festival lasted fourteen days.

Jia Changjiang and Lumine had plenty of time to prepare!

From the corner of his eye, Venti noticed the two of them leaving.

And he saw something.

The expressions on their faces… seemed rather excited.

Were those two up to something fun?

A knowing smile tugged at Venti’s lips.

...

Meanwhile, Jia Changjiang and Lumine were already on their way to recruit their first helper.

And of course…

It had to be one of Mondstadt’s living legends—

The ever-present maid!

Lumine took a deep breath, cupped her hands around her mouth, and called out toward the sky, stretching the name long:

"Nooooëeeeeelle—!"

Not long after, a young girl in a simple suit of armor and maid attire appeared in front of them.

She blinked in surprise at the two of them.

"Lumine? And… Mr. Jax?"

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