They exited the restaurant and ventured towards Liyue’s edge, stopping at a collapsed cliffside offering a dizzying drop to the sea. Yomite noticed a bow on Childe’s back.
(An archer? Close combat should be mine. But he used a sword to cut off my arm during the divination, so I must be careful in close quarters…)
They continued, skirting the cliff, until the walls descended towards a lake.
They even had to climb rocks to progress.
Yomite was certain he’d kill Childe. Leaving him alive would only cause problems.
(Where is he taking me? A secret sex dungeon? This place is deserted…)
Carefully, they approached the edge, stepping onto a crumbling stone and descending further.
Their pace slowed as they neared the edge. Finally, they stopped. Childe glanced back at Yomite, amused, and pointed.
“We can fight down there.”
“Wait…Down? Jump down there?”
Yomite looked down, then back up, concerned. “Isn’t that a hell hole?”
Childe chuckled. “I dunno. Looks pleasant to me.”
The chasm was perfect; a precipitous drop with water trickling down the sides. Even bird nests cast eerie shadows.
Childe leaped, falling into the void with delight, enjoying the wind. This reckless jump seemed like a show of arrogance.
“What a bastard…”
Yomite followed with his wind glider, landing nearby. They gazed at the ocean, having found the battleground.
“Enjoying the view? Perfect for battle! I always invite people that interest me here!” Childe whispered, a wicked smile on his face. “I’m Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers, Childe. Before I crush you, I’d like to know your name. I think I paid enough to deserve it.”
“Yomite Hissha.” He drew his claymore and stared at Childe.
(A family name? Is he from a clan?) Childe dismissed the idea. (A clan member wouldn’t dress like this…)
Silence hung in the air before Childe burst out, “Aw, come on! Talk! It’ll be boring if you’re silent! I’m the bad guy! I live for the thrill of death and chaos! Introduce yourself!”
Yomite ignored Childe’s excitement and formulated a plan.
(I want to know.)
Unveiling Childe: A Pervert’s Guide to the Eleventh Harbinger
- Name: Childe (Tartaglia) (Ajax)
- Age: 20
- Title: Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers
- Occupation: Fatui
- Hobby: Ice fishing, Fighting
- Likes: Fighting, spending time with his siblings
- Dislikes: Weakness
- Dream: To become the strongest. To take over the world.
- Current mood: Intoxicated/Aroused
- Relationship Level: None
- State of Relationship: Enemy he is about to destroy
(Ajax? As in, Ajax the Great? Nah, different world.) he shrugged. Then, he saw something that concerned him. (What do you mean by…aroused??? What is this supposed to be!?? This guy is dangerous!)
He frowned. Despite the jokes, he knew Childe would be tough.
Visions and Elemental Abilities: Beyond the Battlefield
On the journey, he’d noted Childe possessed a Hydro Vision. Visions were becoming less rare. He initially thought Visions were 1 in 10,000, but lately, it seemed everyone had one, except him. Too many Vision users…
(I haven’t seen anyone other than Barbara with that kind of Vision. Is he a healer as well? No, that can’t be based on what kind of Vision you hold…)
A Hydro Vision didn’t automatically make someone a healer.
Jean was a healer with an Anemo Vision, commanding the wind.
It depended on the individual.
When he asked Venti about Visions, he got vague answers, as if Venti was scared to talk about them.
A Vision was a gift to those in Teyvat recognized by the gods.
They granted elemental abilities based on the Vision’s element.
Venti also mentioned that Vision holders had a chance to ascend to Celestia and attain godhood, which sounded interesting.
Conclusion: Preparing for the Aroused Harbinger
Yomite now understands the dangerous nature of Childe, an individual who is both powerful and, perhaps unsettlingly, aroused by the prospect of battle. He must utilize all his cunning and skill to overcome this formidable opponent, keeping in mind the potential implications of Visions and the path to godhood. The battle will be more than just a clash of blades; it will be a test of wills against a harbinger driven by a thirst for chaos and a disturbing level of excitement.
