Travel through Teyvat and spend your life with Linghua

The hands that had made the pinky promise slowly lowered themselves, and the warm sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices, casting patches of light and shadow on the ground.

"By the way, I have something else to give you." Linghua seemed to suddenly remember something.

Linghua hurriedly made the bed. "Ah, drinking only delays things. I was planning to give it to you on the night of the Lantern Festival, but I got drunk last night and didn't get anything done."

"You even prepared a gift for me. Actually, it's not necessary to be so troublesome. After all, I didn't prepare one for you either." Xinyang scratched his head a little embarrassedly, but he was already very happy in his heart.

Linghua shook her head slightly with a gentle smile on her face: "That's different. You have given me many gifts before, and they were all jewelry made by you yourself, but I have hardly given you anything." As she spoke, Linghua pulled out a long and narrow box from the secret compartment at the head of the bed. There was also the family emblem of the Kamisato family on the box.

Linghua happily handed the box to Xinyang. "Open it and take a look. I specifically asked my brother to find the best swordsmith in the Tianmu School, and it was forged under the guidance of the General."

Upon hearing this, Xinyang opened the box, and what came into view was a mist-cutting return of light.

Xinyang looked at the Mist Cutting Sword in the box, which was a circle larger than Linghua's Mist Cutting Sword, and was stunned for a moment.

Xinyang slowly stretched out his hand, gently grasped the hilt of the knife, and pulled out the long knife a little. The cold light reflected by the blade seemed to split the surrounding sunlight.

Xinyang took Wuqier and turned it around in his hands, liking it very much: "What a peerless and famous sword! Why did you suddenly want to give it to me?"

Linghua looked at Xinyang, who couldn't let go of the sword, and her smile became even wider. "You have been using a West Wind Sword. From what I know, that sword seems to have been given to you by a woman."

Xin Yang could hear the jealousy in Ling Hua's words: "Jealous? Sister Qin has been very kind to me. She gave me this sword for self-defense before I left, so I accepted it."

Xinyang put down the Mist Cut in his hand and took Linghua's hand: "Wife, you are the only one in my heart. If you mind, I won't use it in the future."

Linghua reached out and tapped Xinyang's forehead. "Look how scared you are! Am I some scary person? You've told me about Sister Qin many times, and I wanted to thank her in person for taking care of you. How can you be jealous?"

"Actually, I should have realized it earlier. As I grew up, the West Wind Sword that had been with you for so many years was no longer worthy of you today. There were many times when you borrowed my sword to fight in danger. That's when I wanted to make you a sword."

Linghua summoned her own Mist-Kiri no Huiguang and placed them together. "Look, the patterns on our swords. Although both are called Mist-Kiri no Huiguang, they each have their own unique characteristics. Just like the two of us, although we have different personalities, we are connected in spirit."

"Actually, I use your knife because it's convenient for me, but more importantly, I don't want you to be in danger. But thank you for your thoughtfulness. Even on New Year's Day, you gave me a knife..."

"Do you want it?" Linghua said as she was about to take the Mist Cutting Machine away.

Xinyang held Wuqirizhihuiguang tightly, with a flattering smile on his face. He looked at Linghua and said coquettishly: "Wife, of course I want it. I just said it casually. This is a gift you carefully prepared for me. I like it very much."

Linghua pretended to be angry: "Humph, if you like, go outside and try your sword skills. I put the sword practice doll in the yard a few days ago."

Upon hearing this, Xin Yang quickly placed a kiss on Ling Hua's hair and said, "I know my wife treats me the best. Now I'm going to go test the knife first."

Xinyang, holding the Mist-Kiri no Huiguang, walked briskly toward the center of the courtyard. He stopped before the puppet, took a deep breath, regulating his breathing to quickly calm his mind and enter optimal combat mode. Then, with a light tap of his foot, he charged toward the puppet.

In Xinyang's hands, the Mist Cutting Return Light wielded a swift dragon, each swing bringing a sharp whistling sound. Xinyang's sword flashed, sometimes striking with the swiftness of a storm, sometimes shifting delicately with the fluidity of flowing water. The puppet's body was constantly punctured by the sound of shavings, and deep sword marks gradually appeared under Xinyang's attacks.

After a moment, Xin Yang put away his sword and stood up, a happy smile on his face: "This five-star is better than the four-star."

"It seems that you have mastered the Kamisato-ryu katana technique to perfection. I wonder how it would perform in actual combat?"

Xinyang turned around and saw Linghua wearing the kendo uniform she hadn't worn for a long time and standing aside watching.

"Wife, you still look so beautiful in the kendo uniform, and you are still as charming as ever." Xinyang praised sincerely.

Linghua blushed slightly, coughed lightly, and put on a serious attitude: "Stop talking nonsense. I just saw you practicing with your sword. Although your moves were sharp, actual combat is different from practicing with a sword. Do you dare to fight with me for a few moves and let me see your practical skills in the Kamisato-ryu katana?"

"Okay, I'll go get the bamboo sword."

"No need to take the bamboo sword." Linghua shook her head slightly, a glint of eagerness flashing in her eyes: "I just got a new sword, don't you want to try it out?"

Xin Yang was slightly stunned: "Swords have no eyes, what if I hurt you? It's better to use a bamboo sword."

Linghua raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes full of confidence and stubbornness: "You mean, I can tell you that your Kamisato-ryu swordsmanship is stronger than mine without a fight? I am still very confident in my swordsmanship. Besides, we are sparring, and we will stop when the time is right. Do you think you can hurt me?" Linghua made a beautiful sword flower with the Mist Cutting Return in her hand, and the cold light of the sword blade reflected on Linghua's playful face.

Looking at Linghua like this, Xinyang couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in his heart.

Xin Yang raised his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with determination. He tightly grasped the Mist Cutting Sword in his hand and said, "Since you, my dear, have said so, it would be a coward if I refused again. Okay, then let's spar with real swords. As usual, we won't use elemental power, and we'll call it a day."

Xinyang stared at Linghua with sharp eyes, holding the Mist Cutting Returning Light horizontally in front of his body, making the classic Kamisato Ryu starting stance.

"The Inazuma God's swordsmanship is all passed down - Xinyang, please join us."

Linghua raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a confident and expectant smile, and made the same starting posture.

"Inazuma Kamisato Ryu Taishou's swordsmanship is passed down - Kamisato Ayaka, please join us."