The harbor of Ritou was alive with activity as the sound of marching boots echoed against the wooden docks. A fleet of ships, their sails adorned with the emblem of the Shogun, swayed gently in the breeze. Soldiers disembarked in organized ranks, their armor gleaming under the pale light of the moon. The rhythmic clang of their steps reverberated through the town, causing merchants and travelers alike to halt and watch with wary eyes.
Among the soldiers, a formation of samurai parted their ranks, creating a path for a single figure. She strode forward with purpose, her presence commanding respect and fear in equal measure.
Kujou Sara, the General of the Tenryou Commission, stood tall and imposing. Her short, raven-black hair framed a face of sharp, cold beauty. Her golden eyes gleamed with an unwavering determination, and her pale skin, almost ethereal under the moonlight, contrasted starkly with the dark hues of her armor. Her wing-like adornments fluttered slightly as if echoing her resolute march.
Behind her, the soldiers snapped to attention, their movements precise and disciplined. Kujou Sara's reputation preceded her—a loyal and unyielding enforcer of the Shogun's will. She had recently sailed from Yashiori Island, where the fires of civil war raged between the Shogun's army and the Sangonomiya Resistance.
The war had been grueling. For months, the Shogun's forces had launched relentless assaults on the Watatsumi Island rebels, seeking to crush the rebellion in the name of eternal order. Yet, despite their superior numbers and resources, the Resistance had proven a formidable opponent. Their intimate knowledge of the terrain and the leadership of Sangonomiya Kokomi, their divine priestess and strategist, had allowed them not only to hold their ground but to counterattack with precision and devastating impact.
Kujou Sara's arrival in Ritou was not a casual visit. Supplies were desperately needed for the ongoing war effort. The tides of battle could shift on the strength of their logistics, and the Shogun's army could not afford another setback.
As Sara reached the center of the town, her voice cut through the tense silence like a blade. "Prepare the shipments immediately. Time is of the essence, and delays will not be tolerated."
A group of merchants hastily bowed, scrambling to fulfill her orders. Even the local officials, who usually carried themselves with an air of authority, lowered their heads in submission.
Sara turned her sharp gaze toward one of her officers. "Ensure that these supplies reach the frontlines without incident. If the Resistance intercepts them, heads will roll."
"Yes, General!" the officer responded, saluting crisply before hurrying to oversee the preparations.
Despite her calm exterior, Sara's mind churned with thoughts of the war. The Resistance's resilience had been unexpected, and the battles on Yashiori Island were becoming increasingly brutal. Each day brought new challenges, and while she did not doubt the Shogun's ultimate victory, she could not shake the nagging feeling that the conflict was becoming a test of endurance rather than strategy.
The hum of activity in Ritou was briefly interrupted as a samurai approached Kujou Sara, his footsteps hesitant but purposeful. He stopped a respectful distance away, bowing deeply before speaking.
"General Sara, I bring urgent news."
Sara turned her sharp, golden gaze on him, her expression unreadable. "Speak."
The samurai straightened, his voice steady despite the pressure of addressing the feared General. "Rumors have reached us that a group of outlanders has defied the Sakoku Decree and left Ritou for Narukami Island."
Sara's brow furrowed slightly. "And what concern is this to the Tenryou Commission? We are here for the war effort. The authorities of Ritou should handle such violations."
"Yes, General," the samurai stammered, his voice faltering slightly, "but these are not just any outlanders. The rumors say they are the Honorary Knights of Mondstadt and the heroes of Liyue."
At this, Sara paused, her expression hardening. She had heard whispers of these individuals, tales of their extraordinary feats and the chaos they left in their wake. While she often dismissed rumors, one name had caught her attention—Momon. Stories of the overwhelming shockwave that had shaken all the islands of Inazuma had been attributed to this enigmatic figure.
Her voice, when it came, was cold and decisive. "Then put them under the Decree."
The samurai blinked, clearly caught off guard. "But General… These are not criminals. Their reputation precedes them as protectors and heroes."
Sara's gaze turned icy, and the faintest edge of irritation crept into her tone. "Their reputation is irrelevant. They are outlanders. They have broken the law of the Shogun by leaving Ritou without permission. The Decree applies to all, without exception."
"Yes, General," the samurai responded reluctantly, bowing his head in submission. After a brief hesitation, he added, "There's… one more matter. That servant of the Kamisato Clan—Thoma—was seen in their company. He may be aiding them."
Sara's lips pressed into a thin line. The mention of Thoma was unexpected but not entirely surprising. Though his loyalty to the Kamisato Clan was well known, this blatant involvement in defiance of the Decree was unacceptable.
"Thoma," she murmured, as if testing the weight of his name. Then, her voice turned resolute. "His days of holding a Vision are over. For his involvement in this matter, he will also be put under the Decree."
The samurai bowed again, his movements quick and precise. "As you command, General." With that, he turned and hurried off to carry out her orders.
As the samurai disappeared into the bustle of Ritou, Sara motioned for one of her officers to approach. A tall, seasoned warrior stepped forward, his armor clinking softly with each step. He knelt before her, awaiting her orders.
"Yes, General," he said, his voice firm and loyal.
Sara spoke with measured authority. "I will leave command of this operation to you for now. The supplies are to be loaded immediately and transported to the frontlines. Ensure the camps remain secure. Under no circumstances are they to fall to the Resistance."
The officer nodded sharply. "Understood, General. May I ask where you will be?"
Sara's gaze shifted momentarily toward the distant horizon, where Narukami Island lay shrouded in mist and moonlight. "There is another matter that demands my attention here. The situation with these outlanders must be addressed personally."
The officer hesitated briefly but nodded. "As you command, General. The supplies will be delivered, and the camps will hold."
"Good," Sara said, her tone final. "See to it."
With a final salute, the officer rose and strode off to oversee the preparations. Sara remained in place, her thoughts briefly lingering on the names she had heard—Momon and Aether. If they truly possessed the power the rumors claimed, they could not be underestimated.
The travelers trudged along the winding path, their feet weary from an entire day of walking. Konda Village was now a distant memory, its peaceful charm replaced by the rugged terrain of the countryside. Thoma led the group with a steady pace, his gaze scanning the path ahead. He had chosen not to escort them directly to Inazuma City—it was too dangerous, especially for newcomers unacquainted with the visionless decree and the patrols of the Shogunate's soldiers. Instead, he was bringing them to the Kamisato Estate, where they would find safety and rest under the protection of the Kamisato Clan.
Yet, there was more to Thoma's decision. His mistress, Ayaka, had heard of the Honorary Knight and their remarkable deeds. Tales of their heroism had traveled far, reaching even the secluded halls of the estate. Ayaka, a master swordswoman herself, was both astonished and inspired by these stories. She yearned to meet these heroes from distant lands, to witness their strength firsthand, and perhaps exchange techniques of the blade.
The journey was long, but the breathtaking scenery provided moments of solace. As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, the sky transformed into a tapestry of orange and pink hues, casting a warm glow over the landscape. At last, the travelers arrived at the Kamisato Estate.
The estate was nestled atop a gentle rise, surrounded by an expanse of verdant gardens and shimmering ponds. Cherry blossom trees lined the pathways, their delicate pink petals swaying softly in the evening breeze. A gentle fragrance lingered in the air, refreshing their tired spirits. The estate itself was an elegant masterpiece, its architecture blending traditional Inazuman design with a sense of refined simplicity.
Guards stationed at the entrance straightened at the sight of the newcomers. Their eyes lingered on the unfamiliar trio following Thoma. Aether's golden hair caught the fading sunlight, making him appear almost ethereal. Paimon hovered beside him, her expressive face filled with awe as she took in the scenery. But it was Momon who drew the most attention. His imposing figure and enigmatic presence made the guards exchange wary glances, though none dared to question Thoma's judgment.
Thoma paused at the gates, turning to the travelers. "Wait here for a moment. I'll let Lady Ayaka know you've arrived." With a reassuring smile, he disappeared into the mansion, leaving them to admire the estate.
Momon's gaze wandered southward. From this vantage point, he could see the sprawling city of Inazuma in the distance, its streets illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns. To the east, a towering mountain dominated the horizon, its rocky slopes shrouded in mist. The juxtaposition of nature and civilization painted a scene of serene beauty.
Cherry blossom petals fluttered past, carried by a gentle wind. Momon's crimson eyes softened as he admired the blossoms. "It's been a long time since I've seen cherry blossoms," he said quietly. Yet, deep within, he realized the truth. Back on Earth, he had never seen cherry blossoms firsthand. The environment had been ravaged, the air choked with smog and acid rain. He had only known their beauty through books and pictures on the internet. Now, standing amidst this vibrant and untouched splendor, he felt a bittersweet ache in his chest. He was glad to be far away from Earth, even if it meant living in a strange new world.
"They are beautiful," Aether agreed, his voice filled with quiet awe.
Paimon floated closer, her small hands clasped together as she nodded fervently. "Yeah! It's like something out of a dream!"
The sound of footsteps broke the serene atmosphere, pulling the group's attention back to the present. Thoma emerged from the mansion with a smile that carried both excitement and relief. "Lady Ayaka is ready to meet you," he said warmly, gesturing toward the entrance. "Please, follow me."
The travelers exchanged glances before stepping forward, crossing the threshold into the Kamisato Estate.
Inside, the ambiance was a seamless blend of elegance and tradition. Shoji screens lined the walls, painted with delicate cherry blossom motifs. The polished wooden floors reflected the soft glow of lanterns, casting a warm, inviting light. The faint scent of incense lingered in the air, adding a layer of serenity to the space.
From behind one of the screens, a figure emerged with graceful poise. She moved as if the air itself bent to her will, each step measured and deliberate. As she came into full view, the travelers couldn't help but be struck by her presence.
The woman before them was a vision of refinement. Her pale, flawless complexion seemed to shimmer under the soft lantern light, and her silver-blue eyes held a calm yet piercing gaze that seemed to look right through them. Her waist-length, pale blue hair was styled in a traditional hime cut, framing her delicate features with effortless precision. She wore an elegant kimono-style outfit adorned with motifs of water and sakura petals, the fabric shimmering subtly with her every movement.
She offered a deep, respectful bow, her voice soft yet commanding. "Welcome to the Kamisato Estate. I am Kamisato Ayaka, the Shirasagi Himegimi. It is an honor to finally meet the renowned Honorary Knights of Mondstadt."
Aether stepped forward, bowing politely in return. "The honor is ours, Lady Ayaka. Your estate is beautiful, and we are grateful for your hospitality."
Paimon, as usual, hovered close by, her eyes wide with admiration. "Wow, you're so elegant! Paimon feels like she should bow too!" She performed a small, exaggerated bow mid-air, earning a soft, amused smile from Ayaka.
Momon, standing slightly apart from the group, inclined his head respectfully but said nothing. His crimson gaze observed Ayaka intently, taking in every detail of her demeanor.
Ayaka's eyes flickered toward him, her serene expression unchanging, though there was a hint of curiosity in her gaze. "And you must be Momon," she said, her tone tinged with reverence. "Your feats have reached even the ears of the Yashiro Commission. It is said that you possess extraordinary strength—strength that rivals the gods themselves."
Momon inclined his head again, his deep voice calm and measured. "You are well-informed, Lady Kamisato. But such rumors are often exaggerated."
Ayaka's smile grew, faint but genuine. "Perhaps. Or perhaps they do not do justice to the truth." She turned her attention back to the group as a whole. "I've heard much about your deeds—defending Mondstadt, aiding Liyue. Such valor is rare and admirable. I hope you will find some measure of peace here in Inazuma, though our nation's challenges are many."
Thoma stepped forward, his cheerful tone breaking the solemnity. "Lady Ayaka has been looking forward to meeting you all. She's also quite skilled in swordsmanship and admires those who have honed their craft. Perhaps, if time permits, you could share some of your techniques."
Ayaka's cheeks flushed faintly, though her composure remained. "Thoma," she chided gently, "you shouldn't impose upon our guests."
"Nonsense!" Paimon interjected, waving her hands. "Aether's really good with a sword! Right, Aether?"
Aether chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wouldn't mind. It would be an honor to spar with someone as skilled as you, Lady Ayaka."
Ayaka's smile brightened, a glimmer of excitement breaking through her poised demeanor. "You are too kind. Perhaps, when time allows, we might arrange something."
Momon's deep voice cut through the lighthearted banter. "Time is a luxury we may not have. Inazuma's troubles seem… complicated."
Ayaka's expression sobered, and she nodded. "You are correct. The Vision Hunt Decree weighs heavily upon us all. But let us not dwell on burdens tonight. You are our guests, and it is our duty to ensure your stay is both safe and pleasant."
Thoma gestured toward a side room. "We've prepared quarters for you. Please, make yourselves comfortable. Dinner will be served shortly."
As the group began to settle in, Ayaka's attention was drawn to the stark contrast between the two figures before her. Aether stood as a beacon of light—a figure whose presence exuded warmth and reassurance. His golden hair caught the soft lantern light, and his calm demeanor, paired with his reputation as the Honorary Knight, made him approachable and inspiring. Ayaka felt an unspoken connection to him, as though his aura mirrored the ideals she strived to uphold in her own life.
Her gaze then shifted to Momon, who stood apart from the others, his dark mask and the faint gleam of his armor partially hidden beneath his gothic, dark cloak. Every aspect of his appearance seemed to radiate an aura of danger and mystery. The dark energy he carried was palpable, an invisible weight that filled the room and demanded respect. Though he had spoken calmly and with measured words, there was an unrelenting edge to him that made it impossible to feel entirely at ease in his presence.
Ayaka's delicate fingers unconsciously brushed against the sleeve of her kimono, her thoughts briefly clouded by unease. The mask—its dark, enigmatic design—concealed not just Momon's face but his very essence, creating an impenetrable barrier between him and those who stood before him. Even his crimson eyes, glowing faintly beneath the mask's shadow, seemed like windows into an abyss that one dared not gaze into for too long.
Despite her unease, Ayaka offered him the same respect she afforded all her guests. Yet she found her attention drawn more naturally to Aether. His lighthearted, approachable nature put her at ease, and the stories of his valor and kindness only deepened her admiration.
"It must have been a long journey," Ayaka said softly, directing her words toward Aether while carefully avoiding the unsettling gaze of Momon. "If there's anything you need to make your stay more comfortable, please don't hesitate to ask."
Aether smiled gently, his golden eyes warm and reassuring. "Thank you, Lady Ayaka. Your hospitality means a great deal to us."
Paimon, ever the lively spirit, floated closer. "Aether's used to long walks and adventures, but even heroes need a good meal and a comfy bed sometimes!"
Aether chuckled and nodded. "Paimon's not wrong."
Ayaka's lips curved into a soft smile, her tension easing ever so slightly in the face of their lighthearted banter. She glanced briefly at Momon, who remained silent, his posture rigid, his presence looming like a shadow in the warm glow of the room.
Thoma, ever perceptive, stepped forward to bridge the gap. "Momon, Aether, Paimon—Inazuma is fortunate to have you here. The Shirasagi Himegimi herself has taken an interest in your journey, so please know you're among friends."
Momon inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment, his deep voice cutting through the momentary quiet. "Your hospitality is appreciated."
Though his words were courteous, they carried an undercurrent of finality, effectively closing any avenue for further conversation. Ayaka nodded, but her gaze lingered on Aether, finding solace in the light he seemed to carry effortlessly.
As the evening wore on, the travelers were led to their quarters, and the Kamisato Estate seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The interplay of light and dark within the group was undeniable, and Ayaka, though intrigued by the enigmatic Momon, found herself instinctively gravitating toward Aether—the light to counterbalance the shadows.
The morning sun bathed the Kamisato Estate in a soft golden hue, the dew on the cherry blossoms sparkling like tiny diamonds. Momon stood outside the mansion, his dark cloak gently swaying in the breeze. His crimson eyes observed Aether, Paimon, and Ayaka as they strolled together through the garden. Their bright faces and lively conversation painted a picture of camaraderie and ease. Ayaka's light laughter drifted toward him, and Momon could not help but notice how her gaze lingered on Aether, her admiration evident in the way she smiled at him.
"Well... lucky Aether," Momon thought, his crimson eyes narrowing faintly beneath his mask.
He decided not to intrude on their moment, choosing instead to let them enjoy their morning. Turning his gaze toward the towering mountain east of the estate, his attention settled on the massive shrine visible at its peak. The imposing structure piqued his curiosity.
With a purposeful stride, Momon approached Thoma, who was diligently sweeping the stone pathway leading to the mansion. The blonde-haired retainer worked with an easy grace, a testament to his unwavering dedication to the Kamisato Clan.
"Thoma," Momon called, his deep voice cutting through the serene morning air.
Thoma paused mid-sweep, looking up to see the dark figure approaching. A warm smile spread across his face. "Oh, good morning, Momon. You're up early. What can I do for you?"
Momon gestured toward the mountain with a gloved hand. "What's up there? That structure at the peak."
Thoma followed Momon's gaze and rested the broom against his shoulder. "Ah, you mean the Grand Narukami Shrine. It's the largest and most revered shrine in Inazuma. It was built ages ago on the summit of Mt. Yougou. It's a sacred place dedicated to the Shogun and her divine authority."
Momon's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the mountain's imposing height and the shrine's distant silhouette. "Interesting," he muttered. His voice carried a note of intrigue.
After a moment, he turned back to Thoma. "I'd like to visit it. Inform Aether and Paimon for me that I've left. Tell them I'll return soon. I don't want to interrupt their conversation with Lady Ayaka."
Thoma raised an eyebrow, glancing back toward the garden where the trio was still engaged in cheerful discussion. A knowing smile played on his lips as he returned his attention to Momon. "Ah, I see what you're doing. Don't worry, I'll let them know. The Grand Narukami Shrine is quite the trek, though. You sure you don't want a guide?"
Momon shook his head. "I prefer to travel alone for this."
"Alright, your call. Just be careful up there. The path is steep and can be treacherous in some places," Thoma advised, his tone friendly but serious.
Momon inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment. "Understood. Thank you."
Thoma watched as the enigmatic figure turned and began walking toward the mountain trail. The morning sunlight cast long shadows behind Momon, and the faint rustle of his cloak mingled with the gentle rustling of the cherry blossoms.
As Momon disappeared from view, Thoma chuckled to himself and returned to his sweeping. "Well, there he goes. Guess he's got his own way of doing things."
Momon's boots struck the weathered stones of the main path leading toward the Grand Narukami Shrine. The road, ancient and winding, was lined with cracks and uneven steps, the centuries of wear evident in the eroded stone. It was clear that the path had not been well maintained over the years, a testament to the enduring neglect that had slowly overtaken the shrine's sacred grounds. The mountain loomed ahead, its towering presence both imposing and serene, but Momon couldn't help but feel a flicker of sympathy for the pilgrims who must have struggled to climb these treacherous paths.
As he walked, the air thick with the scent of pine trees and incense, his gaze was drawn to the figures emerging from the shadows. A group of eight people—six Nobushi and two Kairagi—were scattered across the road, leaning against the rough stone walls or standing idle as they prepared to resume their task. Their appearance immediately struck Momon with a sense of deja vu. They looked eerily similar to the bandits who had attacked Konda Village, their ragged armor and rough demeanor giving them an air of hostility. There was no mistaking their kind.
The group noticed Momon's imposing silhouette approaching from down the path. Instantly, they straightened, their eyes locking onto his tall armored figure. They exchanged looks, clearly sizing him up. The Kairagi, towering and muscular, looked eager for confrontation, while the Nobushi—slighter but still deadly—shifted into an alert stance.
One of the Nobushi, the one with a scar slashing across his left cheek, stepped forward with an exaggerated grin plastered across his face. He placed a hand on his sword hilt, as if preparing to draw, though his posture was more casual than threatening. "Good morning there, mister! Beautiful day to visit the shrine, isn't it?" he called out, his voice mocking.
Momon's eyes, hidden beneath the polished black mask, scanned the group. The absurdity of the situation almost made him chuckle. Here they were, standing in front of him—six Nobushi, two Kairagi—and none of them seemed to realize who was before them. His silent, imposing figure, clad in dark, unyielding armor, screamed danger, yet these fools were oblivious to their impending doom.
"Hello… Is this the path that leads to the Grand Narukami Shrine?" Momon asked, his voice low, a tone of disinterest seeping through the words as he subtly examined the surroundings.
The large Kairagi, his face as rough as the mountain stones and his voice gravelly, gave a booming laugh before answering, clearly too self-assured for his own good. "Yes, indeed it is," the Kairagi grunted. "Not many come this far, though. It's a long way to the shrine. You planning on climbing all the way?"
"Thanks," Momon muttered, taking a step forward. His pace remained unhurried, his eyes scanning for any sign of hostility, but he had no intention of stopping for idle conversation.
The bandits stood still for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by his calm response. It didn't take long for confusion to creep into their ranks. But their arrogance quickly overpowered their caution, and before Momon could take another step, they moved into action, positioning themselves between him and the road ahead.
The Nobushi who had spoken first sneered, his hand resting more purposefully on his blade now. "You really thought you'd just walk away that easily, buddy? Hahaha! You're not just gonna pass through without a little… 'friendly' conversation, are you?"
With a slow, deliberate motion, the Nobushi stepped forward, flanking him from one side, while the two Kairagi circled around to his back. The air seemed to tighten with tension as the bandits closed the distance, their eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. They clearly thought they had the upper hand.
Momon's grip tightened ever so slightly on the handle of his sword, his posture remaining relaxed but poised. A faint but terrifying aura seemed to emanate from him, though his mask remained impassive.
"Get out of my sight…" His voice dropped to a low, guttural growl. It was the tone of someone who had no patience for games, no tolerance for those who dared to challenge him. "…or I'll murder all of you."
The words were soft, but they carried a palpable weight—one that made the air around them crackle with a sudden, undeniable intensity. The crimson dots in the hollow of his eye sockets burned with the promise of death, an unspoken threat that only those who dared to see it would understand. It was the true nature of what stood before them: not a man, but a vengeful, undead being, capable of violence beyond their wildest nightmares.
For a moment, everything seemed to pause. The Nobushi, once brimming with confidence, faltered at the sight of the crimson glow that flickered beneath the mask. The two Kairagi, less intelligent but still dangerous, hesitated. The words had struck them—unnerved them, in fact—and the playful mockery in their eyes quickly turned to wariness.
The Nobushi who had mocked him before blinked, a slow, incredulous look crossing his face as he took a step back. "What… What the hell are you…?" he muttered, his bravado slipping for the first time since they'd spotted Momon. He glanced at the others, unsure of how to proceed.
The Kairagi, still towering over him, clenched his fists. "Don't listen to him! This guy's a monster, we've got him surrounded. He's just trying to scare us!" With a roar, he swung his large axe in a wide arc, the blade gleaming under the dim light, ready to strike.
But Momon's posture remained unbroken. The world around him seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the violence that would inevitably unfold.
"You've made your choice," Momon muttered, his voice a death knell carried on the wind.
Without hesitation, he raised a gloved hand. The air around him grew heavy, swirling with an ominous force. A deep hum resonated through the air as Momon invoked his power.
"Wind Saw."
In an instant, the world seemed to hold its breath before erupting into chaos. A devastating shockwave of Anemo energy exploded outward, cutting through the air like the howl of a raging storm. The element surged in every direction, slicing everything in its path with razor-sharp precision.
The bandits didn't even have time to react.
"Wha—?!" The startled gasp of one Nobushi was the last sound any of them made before the Anemo blades tore through their bodies.
In a single, terrifying moment, seven of the eight men were cleaved cleanly in half. Their torsos separated from their lower halves, blood erupting like geysers as their dismembered bodies crumpled to the ground. The path became a grotesque canvas painted in crimson, the metallic stench of blood thick in the air. Guts and viscera spilled out in disturbing patterns, staining the ancient stones beneath their feet.
The eighth bandit, a Nobushi standing slightly higher on the slope, managed to avoid a direct fatal blow—but not by luck. He was the unluckiest of them all. The gust had sheared through his legs, leaving him severed at the knees. He collapsed onto the bloody path with a sickening thud, screaming in agony.
"Aaaaahhh! Oh gods, my legs! My legs!" he wailed, his voice raw and shrill, echoing through the mountainside. He clutched at the stumps where his legs had once been, his blood pouring out in a steady stream, pooling around him in a horrifying display of carnage.
Momon, silent and unmoving for a moment, watched the pitiful scene with the cold detachment of a predator surveying its prey. His towering form seemed almost spectral against the blood-soaked backdrop, his dark cloak swaying lightly in the aftermath of the unleashed Anemo force. Slowly, deliberately, he began to walk forward, his heavy footsteps crunching over broken stone and splattered remains.
The wounded Nobushi's eyes widened in pure terror as Momon drew closer. To him, it was as if the grim reaper himself had emerged from the shadows. The figure was no man—it was death incarnate, a force of nature he could neither comprehend nor escape.
"S-Stay back! No, don't kill me!" the Nobushi screamed, his voice trembling with desperation. He tried to crawl backward, dragging his ruined body across the stone path, leaving a trail of blood behind him. "Aaaaah, it hurts! Please, stay away!"
Momon stopped a few paces away, tilting his head slightly as if studying the pathetic creature before him. His voice, cold and devoid of emotion, broke the tense silence.
"You're not that cocky now, are you?"
"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, mister! Please—mercy! Mercy!" the Nobushi begged, his hands trembling as he raised them in a futile gesture of surrender. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the blood that had splattered onto him from his comrades.
Momon remained unmoved. He crouched down slightly, his crimson eyes glowing ominously beneath the mask. His next words were calm, almost conversational—but they carried a weight that made the Nobushi's blood run cold.
"Bite that stone brick," Momon commanded, his voice as chilling as the grave.
"Huh?" The Nobushi's tear-streaked face twisted in confusion. He glanced down at the old, weathered stone beneath him, unsure if he had heard correctly.
"I said… bite it." Momon's tone grew sharper, more menacing.
Fear gripped the Nobushi's heart like a vice. He didn't understand why this monster wanted him to bite the stone, but he knew better than to question it. Trembling violently, he lowered his head, opening his mouth wide. His teeth clamped down on the cold, rough surface of the ancient brick, his jaw trembling with both effort and terror.
Momon straightened, looming over the pitiful man like a dark shadow. Without another word, he raised his boot high, his movements deliberate, almost methodical. The Nobushi's muffled sobs and groans were the only sounds in the air.
Then, with a sickening crack, Momon's armored boot came down with brutal force, stomping the Nobushi's head into the stone path. The sound was grotesque, a mix of bone shattering and flesh tearing. Blood and brain matter sprayed outward, coating the surrounding stones in a horrifying splatter.
The man's body twitched once, twice, and then lay still. The scene was one of absolute carnage, the aftermath of a brutality that was beyond human comprehension.
Momon stood there for a moment, his crimson eyes scanning the mess before him. The once-living bandits were now little more than a memory, reduced to mangled corpses that littered the blood-soaked path. Slowly, he turned and continued his climb, his footsteps echoing ominously as he ascended toward the Grand Narukami Shrine.
If this was to be the first curb-stomp in the history of Teyvat, it was a gruesome legacy—one that would never be forgotten by the land itself.