Travel through Teyvat and spend your life with Linghua

On a beautiful, windy morning, sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves, casting a shadow on the courtyard's bluestone floor. Xinyang and Linghua arrived as promised, standing quietly in the courtyard, wooden swords in hand.

Xinyang's eyes were firm and focused, and he gripped the wooden sword tightly. He knew that this competition was not just a whim of Linghua, but also a recognition of himself by Linghua. If he wanted to respect Linghua, he had to give it his all.

Linghua stood aside, her posture graceful and agile, the wooden sword in her hand gleaming with a faint light. Her eyes shone with confidence and tenderness, and she looked forward to sparring with Xinyang.

A gentle breeze ruffled their hair and rustled their clothes. Their breathing gradually steadied, their hearts becoming more peaceful. In this moment, they forgot everything and focused only on each other and the wooden swords in their hands.

They looked at each other, and a hint of tacit understanding flashed in their eyes.

Linghua stepped forward and said, "The Kamisato-ryu tachijutsu is all passed down to Kamisato Linghua. Please teach me."

"Xinyang knows a little bit about the West Wind Sword Technique, please teach me."

One of them comes from a prominent family, while the other has no family or sect. In comparison, Xinyang seems a little shabby.

The sparring began instantly, and Xinyang knew full well how his immature Xifeng swordsmanship could not compete with Linghua's mastery of the Kamisato-ryu katana. He quickly realized he was at a disadvantage.

However, Xinyang didn't give up easily. During his year in Mondstadt, he repeatedly ventured alone into the wilderness, engaging in desperate battles with monsters. Through day after day of battle, his physical reaction speed and combat experience had greatly improved, becoming his greatest strengths at this time.

Although her swordsmanship was slightly inferior, she could still defeat Linghua with her sheer strength. Xinyang, relying on her own far superior strength, stubbornly resisted Linghua's attacks. Linghua knew defeating Xinyang quickly would be no easy task, and the battle between the two intensified.

Just as the two were concentrating on their fight, a dull sound coming from the backyard broke the tense atmosphere.

Both of them were stunned, puzzled. Because the backyard was empty, there was no debris piled up, and there were no servants cleaning at this time of day, according to common sense, there shouldn't be any noise.

Suddenly, Linghua's expression grew serious, as if she had remembered something important. "It must be her." Linghua paused her sparring session without hesitation, quickly lowered her wooden sword, and without further explanation, dashed off to the backyard.

Xinyang was at a loss, filled with questions. "Who is it?" Seeing Linghua's anxious expression, he didn't hesitate at all and followed Linghua's footsteps, running towards the backyard together.

The two of them came to the backyard and saw a little girl of similar age sitting in the corner rubbing her butt.

Linghua walked forward and extended her hand. "It's you."

The man seemed to be very familiar with Linghua and took Linghua's hand and stood up. "It's really not easy to come to you once. The wall is too high."

Xinyang recognized that the person was Qianzhi, so he stepped forward to greet her.

"Hello, why don't you come in through the front door?"

Only then did Qianzhi realize that there was someone behind Linghua.

"You're not going to tell the adults and throw me out, are you?"

Linghua hurriedly explained, "No, no, no, you misunderstood. His name is Xinyang, and he's my good friend. Xinyang, this is Qianzhi, who has been my friend for many years."

Chizhi's face was full of confusion. She asked in confusion: "Good friend? I never thought that you would have a good friend in Kamisato House."

Xin Yang couldn't sit still when she heard this, and wanted to argue with Qian Zhi: "What do you mean? Ling Hua can't have good friends in Kamisato House..."

Linghua hurriedly stopped Xinyang and said gently, "She's a very nice person, but she's just straightforward. Don't take it to heart."

"Since you've said that, then forget it. But when you said the adults would throw you out, did you mean Kamisato-yashiki doesn't welcome you?"

Chizhi's tone was filled with resignation, as if this wasn't the first time. She went on to explain, "It's not like that. I just don't like being disciplined. If I walk in through the main door, I always have to follow the rules and regulations of the Kamisato family, which makes me feel uncomfortable. But if I climb in from the outside, there are no such restrictions. After all, no matter whose family it is, if they find someone they don't know climbing into their house, their first reaction would be to kick them out."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Linghua asked Xinyang to heat up the snacks that were not finished yesterday. After sending Xinyang away, she started chatting with Qianzhi.

"Did you see the fireworks at yesterday's festival?"

"Yeah, that's quite shocking. I heard that the old owner of the Naganohara Fireworks Shop was injured before the festival, so his daughter will be responsible for all the fireworks this time. I definitely wouldn't be able to do that if it were me."

Don't always compare yourself to others. Everyone has their own strengths, and you have your own areas of expertise. Qianzhi turned her gaze to Linghua, and after a long pause, she muttered, "I never expected to hear you say that everyone has their own strengths. I thought you were even more competitive than me."

Linghua thought about it thoughtfully, then answered seriously: "Maybe it was true in the past, but I am different now."

At this moment, Xin Yang also came to the backyard with a freshly heated Feiying cake in her hand. Qian Zhi recognized it as a Feiying cake at a glance, and happily took one and ate it with relish.

"I've heard that Princess Shiraito went to the festival yesterday. I thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true. And you even bought my favorite scarlet cherry cake."

Linghua agreed, "We all need to learn to change."

Hearing this, Qianzhi stopped what she was saying and started thinking.

After a long time, Qianzhi finally nodded and said softly: "Well, you are right, people can't always live according to the wishes of others. Thank you, Linghua, I may not be able to come for a while." There was a hint of determination in her eyes.

When Linghua heard this, her face instantly became anxious. She grabbed Qianzhi's hand tightly and asked with concern: "What? Where are you going? Don't do anything stupid!" Her voice was full of worry.

Chizhi smiled gently, trying to reassure Linghua. She explained, "You're overthinking it. In Inazuma, I may never be able to boldly do what I really want to do. I want to leave here and go to Fontainebleau, the capital of fashion and art. There, I should be able to pursue my dreams freely and boldly do what I want to do." Her eyes flashed with longing and expectation for the future.

However, Ayaka was still very puzzled. She said anxiously, "If you like to be a tailor, you can go to Ogura-ya! The owner there, Mio Ogura, will definitely welcome you, and you can freely display your talents there. The sea outside Inazuma is so dangerous now, how can we let you go out to sea alone?" Ayaka's eyes were full of concern and reluctance. She didn't want Chizhi to take this risk.

Chizhi looked at Ayaka with gratitude. She knew Ayaka was concerned about her, but she had already made up her mind. She said firmly, "Okuraya is nice, but it's someone else's brand after all. I, Chizhi, must create my own brand. When the time comes, I want my brand to be known by everyone in Teyvat! Never give up is my philosophy!" Chizhi's voice revealed immense confidence and perseverance. She believed that her dream would come true.