The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

But why are the people of Dongguo shy when they fight? And why do they have to take off their clothes? It's really incomprehensible.

There were many things about the Eastern Kingdom that Yu Jin didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from using things from the Eastern Kingdom and learning its martial arts.

Ember raised his cavalry lance high, the projection impaled on the lance like a lump of cured meat. The sharp spearhead emerged from its back, still bearing some blurry remnants.

Enemies piercing through your body, knights shouting loudly—this arena finally has something that matches its own style and tone.

However, the tense atmosphere that had been painstakingly created was quickly shattered.

Yu Jin looked at the projection that was still struggling on the tip of the spear and knew that this one strike alone would not be enough to kill it. In fact, he did not intend to kill the projection so quickly.

So he waved his hand, and the projection was flung to the ground.

"Clang!" The sound of armor clashing rang out. A large hole was torn in the projection's chest, but despite this, it still struggled to get up.

However, this time the embers won't give it a chance.

He lightly squeezed the horse's flanks with his legs, and Torret immediately understood. After that, no one could see Ember again.

Another commendable aspect of the Torret is its turning ability—the Torret can turn its head instantly without losing any speed, which is undoubtedly a remarkable skill.

That's why, as long as Ember doesn't want to stop, Torret can maintain its top speed indefinitely.

"Clang! Clang!"

With the added speed, all the people could see was the projection being constantly tossed about by some invisible force.

It tumbled and fell in the air; tumbled and fell again… Each time it flew into the air, a large hole would appear on the projection.

This is the secret technique that Ember mastered—the Hunting Little Man's Ladle-Flipping Technique! A move that can keep enemies suspended in mid-air!

He used this move to completely overwhelm Alto, the leader of the Black Blades, and the Valkyrie Malenia.

Ember turned his horse around again, staring intently at the only clear thing in his eyes—his own projection.

The projection that had been tumbling through the air was now unrecognizable. Its breastplate was bulging, and its body was riddled with holes.

Through the hole, the embers could see a blurry interior. The winds of the past, in the end, could not reveal its full form.

"Fly high for me!" In an instant, Ember was once again beneath the projection that was about to descend from the sky.

A white light shone, and the embers shot upwards.

"Bang!" As if it had suffered too much damage, the projection did not fly upwards again as before, but instead exploded into a stream of wind.

Ember, riding Torret, reappeared before everyone's eyes, still in the posture of holding his spear upwards, seemingly unaware of what had happened.

"Huh? That's it?" Yu Jin felt the gentle breeze blowing on him and immediately let out a regretful cry.

He hadn't finished tossing the wok!

Actually, Yu Jin invented this trick to improve his cooking skills. Unfortunately, no one could withstand his tossing and turning, and unsurprisingly, his cooking skills didn't improve at all.

Yu Jin originally thought he could have a great time this time, but he didn't expect that he would break the projection so quickly.

Ember looked at Wendy, who was slumped on the ground in the distance, and said with exasperation, "Sigh! My cooking skills are terrible because you guys are all so bad!"

"????"

Wendy had one more question mark on her head.

Chapter 192 Poems That Ended Without a Trace

2023-09-25

"Hehe, how about it? My strength is not bad, right?" Ember twirled his spear on Torret's back, then put away the huge cavalry lance.

His arms were aching terribly from holding such a huge spear.

"Wow, you're amazing. I don't even know how to describe you." Wendy looked at Ember riding on Torret, feeling a mix of emotions.

He originally thought that if he could imprint the projection of the past embers, he could at least make the embers fight for three hundred rounds, but he did not expect that the battle would be one-sided from beginning to end.

Ember was hitting his own projection like a father hitting his son. Wendy looked at Ember, who was stuffing fruit into Toret's mouth, and felt that the only point of this battle was that it made Ember break a sweat.

"Any other tricks up your sleeve? Use them all!" Yu Jin said with a wave of his hand, sitting on his horse, full of heroic spirit.

He hasn't had enough fun yet!

"Yes, I do, but it's not a combat skill," Wendy said, standing up and dusting himself off.

He does indeed have many abilities he hasn't used yet, but those are mostly supportive. After all, the Wind God wasn't originally a god skilled in combat.

“However, it’s still good for wiping sweat.” Wendy chuckled, then started plucking the strings again.

This time, in addition to the melodious piano music, there was also Wendy's singing. The two intertwined to create a beautiful poem.

A gentle breeze blew from Wendy's dancing fingers. The wind blew on Ember, and Torret's sideburns swayed in the breeze.

It was a heartwarming and beautiful scene, but Ember didn't feel a single bit of joy! Because the hymn that Wendy sang was a newly composed one, and it was a hymn composed with Ember as the main character.

As Yu Jin listened to the praise in the poem, he couldn't help but shudder. Wendy singing about herself in such a eulogistic tone gave him goosebumps all over.

However, Ember glanced at Venti, whose eyes were closed and who seemed completely absorbed in the poem, and suppressed the urge to throw a punch.

Just this once, just this once! Yu Jin kept telling himself. How come he never realized before how painful it was to hear others' praise?

Now Ember finally understands why Venti is so poor; it turns out he spends all his time praising others.

Phrases like "a powerful figure who has severed ties with the past," "a body beyond words," and "a will as vast as the ocean" would send shivers down anyone's spine.

Ember, holding Torret's reins, wandered aimlessly. Wendy said he had no combat skills, but in Ember's eyes, this poem had caused him far more harm than the projection of his past self.

Moreover, it was a rare case of psychological trauma.

Wendy sang with a smile on her face and her eyes closed. She had already prepared the poem in her mind, and the verses flowed out one by one as she sang it.

But Wendy wasn't as calm as he appeared. On the contrary, he was filled with doubt, more so than all his previous doubts combined.

Everything has a name, and with a name, it can be called. And what can be called can be sung by Wendy.

Wendy is a bard, a recorder and a eulogist. In his heart are a thousand poems about heroes, freedom, and courage, and a thousand corresponding virtues and strengths.

Wendy is both singing of the embers and recording the embers. Through his recorded poems, even the withered giant trees beneath the earth remain unchanged.

But now something unexpected has happened; the poem about the embers, even when recited by him, has no power.

The name "Ember" doesn't seem to point to anything. Poems featuring this name are powerless, empty, and no different from those of ordinary bards.

As a Windsong Singer, Wendy had more doubts today than ever before. However, out of the bard's professional ethics, Wendy still sang the poem he had written word for word without changing his expression.

Then he saw Ember get off Torret and nearly shove his helmet into his face.

"Ha! Why are you getting so close?!" Wendy was startled by Ember's actions and immediately took a small step back to create some distance between himself and Ember.

"You sang well, but don't sing again next time," Ember said to Wendy, pretending to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Wendy even said that the singing could be used to wipe away sweat, but now it seems that was a complete scam!

Wiping sweat? That's more like sweating!

If Wendy doesn't stop, Ember will probably have to gag him.

"Wendy, how come I never noticed you were so direct before? Remember to be more tactful when complimenting people in the future, or I'm getting goosebumps."

When Ember saw that Wendy had finally quieted down, he immediately started complaining.

"No? I wrote this poem for you out of kindness, don't be ungrateful." Wendy immediately started arguing with Ember after hearing his complaint.

“How can you write poetry like this? It’s so cheesy! You don’t find it awkward, but I do!” Yu Jin didn’t back down at all.

Upon hearing Ember's words, Wendy pulled out a slip of paper from somewhere, on which was written the very poem he had just recited.

Wendy is determined to make Ember understand the beauty of her poetry, even at the cost of her bard's honor!

Then, the two began their long and unending debate across the vast battle square.

……

"Look at this rhetoric, isn't it wonderful!"

"Ah~~"

"Look at this metaphor, how apt it is!"

"Ah~~"

"Fine, fine, I'll argue with you. It's obvious you've never written poetry!"

"Haha, you lost, didn't you? I forgot to tell you, I'm also a first-rate arguer."

Upon hearing this, Wendy's lips and eyes twitched simultaneously. Was that what Ember called arguing? With each word he spoke, Ember drowned it out with an even louder, strange scream.

No matter how loud Wendy raised his voice, Ember's voice was always just a tiny bit louder, enough to drown him out.

To some extent, Ember's arguing skills are indeed impressive. In any argument with Ember, don't even think about out-loudening him.

"Hmm...cough cough...arguing with you so loudly, my throat is almost hoarse." Wendy rubbed her barely visible Adam's apple; bards especially need to take care of their voices.

I actually got into a fight with Yu Jin today; that was a real blunder.

Wendy coughed for a moment, then returned to normal. He looked up at the embers that had summoned Torret back and asked:

"By the way, Ember. What do you think anchors a person?"

Yu Jin touched the ring that was gradually disappearing from his finger and replied without hesitation, "Someone else."

"It's best to use someone else to anchor another person's position."

Wendy's expression froze; he was completely baffled by Ember's thought process. Shouldn't he have answered with "name" or "himself" at a time like this? Why were Ember's answers so different?

“Don’t you… think that a ‘name’ makes it easier to pinpoint a person’s position?” Wendy paused for a moment, then said softly.

"A name?" Yu Jin scratched his head and then said, "Names can be changed, right? How can something like that be associated with a person?"

"Have you changed your name?" Wendy asked expectantly. He didn't believe there was anyone whose name couldn't be anchored.

"My name?" Ember stroked his chin again, then shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "I don't actually have a name, or rather, I used to have one, but I forgot it. The name 'Ember' is something I just made up."

"no name?"

"Hmm! I forgot everything back then, so what name do I remember?" Yu Jin chuckled a few times, seemingly unbothered by the past.

"That's truly unfortunate. But let me tell you, the name 'Ember' is quite peculiar."

"Strange? I think it's alright."