The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [458]

Jia Changjiang woke very early.

Through the open window, he could hear Jean practicing swordplay outside.

Placing his hand on the wall, he faintly heard Barbara softly singing in her room further away.

Even inside the Serenitea Pot, day and night were synchronized perfectly with the outside world. Tubby could even control the weather, usually scheduling gentle rain at night to water the wheat fields.

When morning arrived, the air carried a slight hint of moisture.

And so... Jia Changjiang also began his training.

He had the system, the Weapon Master's talent—but above all, his own efforts were indispensable.

Doing handstands against the wall, Jia Changjiang casually opened his system for the first time in a long while, glancing at the accumulated lottery pulls he had saved up—

Fifty pulls, to be exact.

Currently, the featured "banner" was named...

Dreams from Back Then.

"Dreams, huh?"

Balancing himself, hands on the floor and legs propped against the wall, Jia Changjiang stared at the banner curiously.

"Should I give it a try?"

After thinking about it, Jia Changjiang realized it had been quite some time since he’d last obtained a new weapon.

Flipping upright, he sat by the window for a long moment, lost in thought.

"It's probably... about time to head to Inazuma."

Jia Changjiang recalled his previous conversations with Venti.

Raiden Shogun, Raiden Ei—and Signora, Rosalyne...

He still felt lacking somehow.

Jia Changjiang had a distinct feeling.

In Mondstadt, he’d simply assisted Venti in calming Dvalin.

In Liyue, he had traveled briefly alongside Zhongli and helped repel a weakened god.

Yet he now had a strong premonition...

This time, in Inazuma...

He might—no, he would inevitably face the Raiden Shogun directly.

Face one of the Seven Archons head-on.

"No, wait..."

Jia Changjiang shook his head, chuckling softly. "It’s not a possibility."

He grinned broadly, confidence radiating. "I'm definitely going to fight the Raiden Shogun."

"As for the reason why... Well, it doesn't really matter."

He stretched his neck and shoulders leisurely. "Standing before the Archon's lightning... Haha!"

"It's exciting just thinking about it!"

With that, Jia Changjiang eagerly tapped the system interface.

He felt curious. Exactly what were these so-called "Dreams from Back Then"?

The coins representing his lottery chances disappeared into the banner, replaced by a dazzling array of multicolored lights.

The very first item to appear was...

A plain white lollipop.

The sort that cost mere pocket change.

"...?"

Jia Changjiang stared blankly, a question mark practically hovering above his head.

Dreams from Back Then?

Whose dream was this supposed to be? And why was it so cheap?

Wait, could a lollipop even be classified as a weapon?

But when Jia Changjiang held the lollipop in his hand, he immediately realized—

Yes, this lollipop definitely qualified as a weapon...

After all, a little girl once wielded it to send six boys home crying…

"Guess I'll just give it to Klee later."

Shrugging, Jia Changjiang tossed the white lollipop casually into his system storage and turned his attention back to the other five items glowing purple—and the single golden glow.

From fifty pulls, he had received five purple items and one golden item.

"Pretty good odds," Jia Changjiang noted, raising an eyebrow.

Reaching out, he grabbed the first purple glow.

His hand quickly grasped something solid, and as he slowly withdrew it, the purple glow faded away, revealing a straight wooden stick over a meter long.

Yes, just a stick. Straight and smooth.

"...?"

Another question mark slowly rose over Jia Changjiang’s head.

Then he saw the item’s description:

[Young Hero’s Sword (4-Star)]
A young boy’s ambition and heroic spirit reside within this blade.
If only you’d had this sword as a child, all the weeds within ten miles would tremble in fear.

"..."

Jia Changjiang went silent, realization dawning on him.

So that’s what "Dreams from Back Then" meant.

He’d dreamed of exactly this as a child!

Back then, if he'd had a stick like this walking home from school, never mind grass—even insects and worms would be vanquished without mercy!

Those martial arts shows he watched as a kid really did leave their mark.

Holding the stick, Jia Changjiang sank briefly into nostalgic memories.

Then, reality set in, and he scratched his head.

Where exactly was he supposed to use this stick now?

Would he seriously pull it out during a fierce battle against a deadly opponent who brandished real weapons?

But still...

Jia Changjiang very solemnly stored away the [Young Hero’s Sword].

He had a feeling it would be like the 5-star mop he'd drawn before—surprisingly useful someday.

"Alright, let's see what else we've got."

Jia Changjiang continued examining the rest of the items:

[Hero’s Cloak (4-Star)]
A slightly worn, pure-white bedsheet—though, once worn, it was hard to tell its humble origins.

[Hero’s Mask (4-Star)]
A mask depicting a very familiar monkey face—Sun Wukong.

[Shield of Courage (4-Star)]
A battered pot lid with a handle, dents and scratches clearly visible.

[Hero’s Gauntlets (4-Star)]
A pair of fingerless woolen gloves knitted by hand.

Seeing these items, Jia Changjiang couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

"What are these supposed to be? Ha..."

Though he laughed, his thoughts drifted back fondly to his childhood—days spent playing hero with his friends.

Back then, even a simple stick was a legendary sword to conquer the world.

A bedsheet cape transformed him into a solitary hero standing proudly above the rest.

Back then, every child dreamed of becoming a righteous hero.

But over time, the stick was lost.

He stopped draping sheets around his shoulders.

The childish mask was put away forever.

His dream of heroism was quietly tucked away somewhere in his heart, gradually fading away until it was impossible to find.

The gloves became just gloves, the stick was just a stick, and the dreams they embodied had quietly vanished.

"It really makes you feel nostalgic," Jia Changjiang said quietly, smiling softly as he swung the pot lid playfully.

"So then, what’s the 5-star?"

Jia Changjiang’s curiosity grew as he reached toward the golden glow.

Carefully, he extracted...

A single glass marble.

It looked just like the biggest type sold in childhood markets.

[Everyone’s Dream (5-Star)]

That was the only description provided—five short words.

Jia Changjiang felt puzzled, but eventually put it away as well.

Maybe someday, just like the mop, this marble would also prove unexpectedly useful.

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