Genshin Impact: I'm The Envoy of Snezhnaya

Public opinion—no matter the era—is always one of the most powerful forces in the world.

On a small scale, it can affect a person's mood.

On a large scale, it can crush a person's life… or even end it.

Ever since the resistance army began opposing the Vision Hunt Decree, Watatsumi Island had held the upper hand in terms of public sentiment.

Because Raiden Shogun's decree truly was inhumane.

This was one of the key reasons the island had been able to resist the Shogunate's forces for so long.

After all, people naturally side with the underdog, and when that underdog has a righteous cause, they gain unconditional support.

The destruction of the ward might not sound like a big deal on the surface.

It was simply the ruin of the shrine and sacred item that sealed Orobashi's lingering resentment.

From Watatsumi's perspective, this could even seem like a positive development.

But Sangonomiya Kokomi knew better than anyone how dangerous that lingering resentment—known as the Tatarigami—could be.

That hatred born from Orobashi's fall would relentlessly consume everything around it.

Including all life on Yashiori Island.

Even back when the Tatarigami was sealed, villagers who came near the serpent god's remains to harvest Crystal Marrow would often be affected.

Some would suffer mental breakdowns; others might even die.

To put it simply, with the ward destroyed, the influence of the Tatarigami would begin spreading unchecked.

And when that happens, all of Yashiori Island could fall into utter ruin.

Kokomi wasn't sure whether the ward's destruction was truly the work of someone within the resistance.

But at this point, it didn't matter.

If she were the Shogunate's strategist, she'd never pass up the chance to throw mud at Watatsumi Island over this.

Which meant someone had to go investigate the truth behind the incident and restore Watatsumi's image in the eyes of the people.

And that someone... was none other than Battousai.

First of all, he had never publicly declared allegiance to Sangonomiya, so his statements would carry no bias.

Second, Battousai held immense prestige both within the resistance and among the people of Narukami Island.

Even though the Shogunate had officially banned others from copying his attire or fighting style, you could still find wandering swordsmen dressed in red roaming the wilderness.

Especially those obsessed with swordsmanship.

They all longed to witness the sword that once wounded a god…

To glimpse a style of swordsmanship wholly independent from the Raiden Shogun's path.

"So what you're saying is… you want me to investigate the truth behind the ward's destruction?"

Bai Luo's expression remained calm, a faint, neutral smile still on his lips.

His tone didn't betray any emotion.

But the calmer he appeared, the more uneasy Kokomi felt inside.

"Please rest assured, Himura-san."

"You need not uncover the truth yourself—leave that to the resistance."

"All I ask is that you find the appropriate evidence, and make it public."

Her words were tactful, but Bai Luo easily caught the implication.

All she really wanted was for Battousai to lend his name to the cause.

Whether the "evidence" was authentic or not—even if he didn't find it himself—was secondary.

What the resistance truly needed was to use Battousai's reputation to quell the brewing storm of public opinion.

"Alright then. I'm a bit tired of hanging around Bourou Village every day anyway."

"Might as well stretch my legs a bit."

"But I have one condition."

After thinking it over, Bai Luo agreed to Kokomi's request.

"Please speak freely."

"We'll do everything we can to accommodate you."

Hearing his response, Kokomi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he was willing to speak, then Watatsumi Island had already won half the battle in this war of public sentiment.

A victory was nearly guaranteed.

"I want Teppei to come with me. Oh, and… one more thing—bring some more caviar."

"Caviar?"

"Yes. Caviar."

. . . . . .

The next morning, Bai Luo left Bourou Village with a thoroughly confused Teppei in tow.

Lingling and Mirai walked them a long way to send them off, all the way past the stone bridge.

"Make sure to give my message to Big Brother!"

Mirai, holding Lingling's hand tightly, shouted at the two departing figures with all her might.

Teppei lifted his hand in a wave—his way of saying goodbye.

. . . . . . .

"Not bad, huh? It's only been a few days, and look how far you've come."

As they walked away, Bai Luo gave Teppei a teasing glance.

During this time, Bai Luo had been training Teppei daily.

While the Reverse Blade Sword he used couldn't kill, the injuries it inflicted were very real.

So, Teppei had been dragging his bruised and battered body to Lingling every day.

That look of worry in Lingling's eyes as they left—Bai Luo had noticed it clearly.

He hadn't expected that what started out as training would end up creating such a sweet little connection.

"I've already learned how to treat myself!"

Teppei puffed out his chest proudly.

Under Lingling's guidance, he had picked up quite a bit of medical knowledge, especially in treating external injuries.

He'd even learned a few supposedly "useful" folk remedies.

Though… grinding up Onikabuto beetles into powder—he wasn't sure if that was real medicine or just someone messing with him.

Still, he'd genuinely absorbed a lot from Lingling.

He could even stitch up his own wounds without anesthesia now.

"You… You know what, never mind."

Teppei's answer was clearly not the kind Bai Luo was looking for. He could only sigh in resignation.

. . . . . . .

Bai Luo hadn't agreed to help with the Tatarigami issue on a whim.

When Kokomi first shared Watatsumi Island's tragic past with him, it was clear she was sending a message.

Her island had suffered too much.

Even their one and only god had been slain.

And now, even that god's remains couldn't rest in peace—dug up again and again.

It was a classic "appeal to pity" routine.

The kind you often see in hot-blooded anime, where the protagonist, guided by righteousness, leaps to help a troubled heroine, without caring about danger or consequences.

And as much as Bai Luo liked to think he was immune to such ploys, he totally fell for it.

But not out of sympathy. Not because of some lofty sense of justice.

He didn't even know if the resistance was really fighting for justice.

No, his real motivation was the Tatarigami, or more accurately, Orobashi's remains.

So far, all his new classes, achievements, and equipment had been tied to gods or divine entities.

Like Collei's archon residue, Morax himself, and Osial's followers...

Which meant there was a high chance he'd get something new from Orobashi's lingering hatred.

He didn't dare hope for a new class—he'd just gotten one at sea.

Better to give his nearly-overworked system some breathing room.

But at least it should be able to give him a new weapon, right?

As for the logistics of Watatsumi's plans, he wasn't too worried.

That 300 million Mora was going to take a while to move—especially since it had to come from the Shogunate.

Since it's a round trip, it's going to take at least half a month.

That should be more than enough time to deal with the Tatarigami.

He patted the jar of caviar tucked in his robe with a satisfied smile.

Last night's efforts by the shrine maiden were well worth it.

He hadn't exactly achieved caviar freedom yet, but things were definitely headed in the right direction.

And now, time to see if he could score some new gear.

. . . . .

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