Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

You were born at the age of one in a small, nameless village on the edge of winter.

The village is situated in the bitterly cold far north, a region once home to exiles.

Even the recent arrival of the Fatui has brought little vitality to this place; on the contrary, it has added a touch of the grimness unique to the military.

You don't know who your mother is, nor do you know your father's name. The person who brought you life has left no trace in your life.

Perhaps their figures have long been lost in the endless blizzard.

You are not the only orphan without parents; quite the opposite, in this remote border village, you are just one insignificant among many other orphans.

[Winter arrives, a land devoid of God's mercy.]

[Yes, there is only the seemingly endless cold and harsh winter.]

At the age of three, you grew up in an orphanage, fed milk by the army of fools, surrounded by other orphans who shared the same fate as you.

[At the age when you are just learning to speak, the first words you learn are not your father, mother, or your own names, nor are they polite phrases like "hello" or "thank you."]

The first sentence you learned was:

[I swear to serve Her Majesty the Empress to the death.]

At five years old, you gradually begin to remember things and start to examine the world from your own unique perspective.

Unlike other young children who are still in a stage of ignorance and confusion, you, being precocious, are already able to calmly observe your seemingly stable life from a detached perspective.

[Through a series of chance, unintentional glances, you glimpse lives beyond the orphanage.]

This is the military camp, the camp of the Fools.

Here, there is no pity or charity, only the supremacy of strength and a ruthless military code. The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is the enduring synonym for this place; the law of the jungle is the eternal truth of survival.

[Having realized all this early on, you didn't choose to play carefree like other children. Instead, you always sat quietly at the entrance of the orphanage, carefully observing the training of the Fools' soldiers.]

Two more years have passed on this day.

At seven years old, as you predicted, your first trial begins amidst a blizzard, testing your strength and agility.

"children."

The towering Fool's Fist officer stood atop a snowdrift, loudly announcing to the shivering orphans in the wind and snow:

"Today marks your first step toward becoming warriors loyal to Her Majesty the Queen."

"Children, show me your determination!"

The mask obscured the face of the Wind Fist Sergeant, and his expression was impossible to discern under the blizzard.

He stretched out his hand, and a burly Thunder Hammer Vanguard slowly stepped forward, his heavy hammer flashing with sharp lightning, carrying a heavy and oppressive feeling that made it hard to breathe.

"If you can last ten rounds, or hit him with your wooden swords, you will be considered excellent."

However, facing the battle-hardened Thunder Hammer Vanguard, many of them couldn't even muster the courage to fight them; a single stern look was enough to make many of the orphans in front of them flinch before the battle even began.

Vasily.

The young boy shakily raised the wooden sword and slowly stepped forward, trying his best to hide the trembling in his legs. His pale blue eyes were filled with fear.

Lei Chui's eyes instantly hardened, and the giant hammer in his hand slammed down in the direction of the boy with a sharp whooshing sound, as if a heavy mountain had fallen from the sky.

"Clap."

The boy named Vasily was terrified by the murderous aura of the Thunder Hammer Vanguard. In his fear, the wooden sword in his hand fell unconsciously, and he just stared blankly as the giant hammer flashing with lightning grew larger and larger in his pupils.

"Om-"

The heavy hammer came to a steady stop an inch in front of the boy, the flickering arcs of electricity slowly extinguished, but the swirling wind instantly tousled the boy's blond hair.

At this moment, the boy, facing death for the first time, could no longer suppress his fear and collapsed to the ground, wailing uncontrollably.

"next."

The officer of the Fools shook his head in disappointment and ordered a nearby lightning mage to take the wailing Vasily away from the trial grounds to rest.

However, faced with the powerful Thunderhammer Vanguard Army, the young orphans found it extremely difficult to even muster the courage to raise their swords against him, let alone hope to defeat this seemingly impossible opponent.

The number of people present gradually dwindled, and even the best challenger only lasted three rounds against the Thunder Hammer Vanguard before being knocked away by a single blow, far from meeting the ten attacks that the Wind Fist Sergeant had expected.

"Mu Feng".

Officer Fengquan calmly read out the list, his tone revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Seven-year-old Mu Feng gripped the hilt of his sword and strode heavily onto the training ground, bowing slightly to the Thunder Hammer Vanguard Army before him.

Lei Chui, the vanguard general, nodded in acknowledgment, and then brought down his giant hammer, crackling with electricity, without any mercy.

Mu Feng's eyes narrowed, and he gripped the wooden sword tightly, as if preparing to take the blow head-on.

A hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the Thunder Hammer Vanguard. He kept the direction of the thunder hammer in his hand and slammed it down heavily on the spot where Mu Feng was standing.

"boom!"

The giant hammer, crackling with lightning, slammed into the snow, kicking up a violent cloud of snow that quickly obscured the view of everyone present, leaving only a vast expanse of white.

"Is it over?" The few remaining orphans craned their necks, nervously observing the situation on the field.

"No, he won."

The surprise in the Wind Fist Sergeant's eyes flashed by, and his initial disappointment was quickly replaced by a hint of admiration.

As the snow dust in the arena gradually dissipated, in the center, Lei Chui's vanguard, with a bewildered expression, remained in the posture of slamming his hammer handle into the ground, while a wooden sword was clearly held across his neck.

Mu Feng sheathed his wooden sword, covering his slightly trembling arm, the cold sweat on his forehead soaking his clothes.

It was still a risky move after all...

Mu Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself.

As a young child, even if his physical abilities are slightly better than his peers, he could never possibly contend with the elite Thunder Hammer Vanguard of the Fools. And once the stalemate is reached, his childish stamina will not be able to sustain him for a long time.

The only way is to feign weakness and take advantage of the Thunderhammer vanguard's underestimation of the enemy, exploiting the weakness of their cumbersome weapons to achieve a surprise victory.

But clearly, he made the right bet.

Lei Chui, the vanguard soldier, stood up with a sheepish grin, scratching his head. He looked at Mu Feng with surprise and approval, readily acknowledging his victory.

Meanwhile, the Fool Wind Fist officer on the snowdrift walked towards Mu Feng, smiling and gently patting him on the shoulder.

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