The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [385]

Venti fell silent, lost in thought.

After watching Jia Changjiang "encourage" Marvin, Venti came to a realization.

Jia Changjiang’s advice was, in theory, sound. But… something about it felt off.

Sure, technically his suggestion was to urge Marvin to be more proactive, but under Jia Changjiang’s influence…

Hadn’t things become a little too proactive?

And this was just him. Lumine hadn’t even had a chance to intervene yet…

Venti debated whether he should step in before things escalated further.

But it was too late—Jia Changjiang and Lumine had already moved on to the next person.

Venti watched as the poor soul, initially shy and hesitant about confessing their feelings through poetry, hesitated no longer after speaking with Jia Changjiang.

Instead, they charged off with fiery determination, ready to pour their emotions into a love poem and confess to their beloved.

Venti observed them sprint away, mulling over whether this kind of enthusiasm was good or bad.

Well, at least Jia Changjiang wasn’t encouraging completely inappropriate behavior—like the one overly passionate fan who wanted to construct a giant floral statue in honor of a Mondstadt idol.

Enthusiasm was enthusiasm.

And enthusiasm wasn’t bad, right?

After all, this was the City of Freedom.

With that thought, Venti grinned, putting his worries aside.

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Meanwhile, over by Lumine and Paimon…

Well, things were a little different.

Fortunately, Paimon was around to keep Lumine’s suggestions in check… at least enough to prevent total chaos among the citizens of Mondstadt.

Venti watched as more and more people, emboldened by Jia Changjiang’s energy, picked up pen and paper with the intensity of warriors preparing for battle.

They weren’t writing love poems anymore.

They were writing challenges.

But in any case, as Venti’s assistants, Jia Changjiang and Lumine had provided some valuable insights.

As for the outcomes of these heartfelt confessions?

Well, that was up to fate.

...

"Great work, everyone."

Venti chuckled. "Your advice was… very you."

Paimon flopped onto Lumine’s head, exhausted. "Traveler gave a bunch of totally unreliable advice! Paimon had to work so hard fixing things, I can barely stay afloat anymore…"

"Excuse you!" Lumine shot back. "My advice was perfectly reasonable! You can’t deny that my ‘truth comes out when drunk’ strategy was effective!"

"Oh? That’s actually a good idea," a voice chimed in. "Mind if I join in?"

Kaeya strolled up to them casually. "Hey, long time no see, Jax."

"Been a while," Jia Changjiang greeted, eyes lighting up. "Here to spar? This time, you better not hold back."

"It’s Kaeya! Are you here for some love advice too?" Venti asked with a knowing grin.

"I’ll pass on the sparring, at least for the festival. Let me enjoy Windblume, will you?" Kaeya sighed. "Actually, I came to sign up for this little poetry class of yours. Heard about it and rushed over."

"Kaeya, are you up to some scheme again?" Lumine narrowed her eyes. "If it’s interesting, count me in."

"Is that really what you think of me? I’m offended," Kaeya smirked. "I’m genuinely here to learn how to write a love poem."

Venti raised an eyebrow. "But… given your gift of words, I wouldn’t think you’d need my guidance."

"So, are you accepting me as a student or not?" Kaeya countered smoothly.

"Of course! Free money is free money!" Venti laughed.

"Then, as a student, it’s only fair that I make some reasonable requests, no?" Kaeya smiled. "As my teacher, shouldn’t you… properly critique our work?"

"Properly critique…" Venti sighed. "So in other words, you’re making sure I actually work for my money?"

"Wait, wait, wait," Lumine’s eyes sparkled. "Properly critiquing means we get to read other people’s love poems, right?"

"That actually does sound fun," Jia Changjiang nodded.

"Jax, Traveler—why not write your own love poems?" Kaeya suggested smoothly. "I have a feeling your poems would be quite entertaining."

"You want me to write a love poem?" Jia Changjiang thought for a moment. "But I don’t have anyone I like."

"You can always imagine someone," Venti encouraged. "Writing love poems is a Windblume Festival tradition, after all. Even if your muse is imaginary, you should still express your love with sincerity."

Venti smiled. "And if that’s too difficult, you can write a love poem about anything else."

"After all… a love poem is simply a poem about feelings."

Jia Changjiang and Lumine both fell silent, seemingly deep in thought.

"I guess I can write one," Lumine finally said. "But no one’s allowed to read it."

"I don’t care if people read mine," Jia Changjiang shrugged. "Now that I think about it… writing a love poem might actually be interesting."

"Then it’s settled!" Venti beamed. "But Kaeya, since you had such valuable input, I have a special request for you."

His expression turned just a little more serious.

"I will grade your work thoroughly and make sure you learn something… but as payment…"

Venti’s eyes gleamed mischievously.

"I want Windblume Festival-limited Apple Bloom Wine! The exclusive, limited-edition batch from Master Diluc himself. With your connections, that shouldn’t be too hard to obtain, right?"

Venti leaned in, eyes sparkling. "Three bottles. How about it?"

"Can you do it? Can you, can you?"

Kaeya smirked. "If all it takes is a few bottles of wine for such quality instruction… Consider it done."

The wine itself?

Well, he’d just have to charm Diluc into giving it up.

"Alright then… let’s get started on learning how to write a proper love poem!"

Venti grinned, spreading his arms.

"And once class is over, let’s really think about what kind of love poem speaks to our hearts!"

"Jax, Traveler—you’re both helping me grade these poems, of course."

Venti winked. "This is a rare opportunity to truly immerse yourselves in the Windblume Festival spirit!"

"Now then, let’s see what masterpieces my students will create under my guidance, shall we?"

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T/N: heuiahueae

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