Maelstorm, Yearning for her Thunderous Love. ( On Hold )

Old faces, New lands | Chapter 4

THE ALCOR'S HULL GROANED IN LIYUE'S WATERS

The clash between wood and water rocked the lower hull of the Liyuean ship. The calm ginger orange of the evening had faded into a nightly blue with white stars strewed across.

The Flagship of the Crux sat alone in Guyun Stone Forest's ghostly waters, surrounded by the mist so commonly found close to the ancient jagged spears from Morax centuries ago.

Men and women aboard the ship continued to perform their final tasks of the day as the dim glow of the moon rose to greet them.

A lone man atop the lookout stood dressed in a modest attire from Mondstadt with an Inazuman blade tied to his waist.

The calm winds gently caressed his features and rustled his [H/C] locks as [Y/N] leaned on the outlook's railing, solemn eyes staring in the direction of Inazuma.

The ropes groaned under the weight of someone clinging to them. [Y/N] tilted his head behind to meet a fellow Inazuman with choppy platinum blonde hair that adorned a small yet tender smile.

"The waters of Liyue sure instill such peacefulness, don't they," Kazuha commented as he contemplated out.

Although Kazuha was not mistaken, the peacefulness that accompanied those waters remained unfamiliar [Y/N]. These waters from Liyue gave [Y/N] a hollow reminder of home that would not leave his mind.

"These waters are peaceful, yet distant." [Y/N] replied to the Samurai. Kazuha chuckled at the remark, now standing next to [Y/N].

"To us wanderers, all forms of scenery soothe the soul. A tune is all that is needed to tie them together." Kazuha said as he now set his gaze on the stones of the Guyun. "Nature is a wanderer's most reluctant friend on their journey together."

"As If I could be one, I consider roaming the halls of Tenshukaku as a journey," [Y/N] remarked. He never wanted to travel the world. Inazuma was all he needed. However, as he was now labeled a criminal and presumed dead, Inazuma was no longer there.

"With an attitude such as yours, not even the most formidable and determined will become one." Kazuha teased that earned nothing but a glare from [Y/N].

"I may not be ambitious as an adventurer, but I am ambitious for Inazuma." [Y/N] replied. "I may not look it, but I am as old as many clans that occupy Inazuma, perhaps older even." Kazuha once again snickered.

"The boy who Impressed the Raiden Shogun and was granted her 'Divine gaze'," Kazuha recalled as if he were reading something from a bulletin board.

"You indeed claim to be older than many clans, yet your features do not uphold to that."

"No one would expect the Imperial Advisor to the Shogun to be as someone as young-looking as you." Kazuha motioned towards [Y/N]'s features. [Y/N] lightly chuckled, "I'm also surprised as well. I thought I would have gray hair right now, yet I still feel as if I were twenty."

"Perhaps you'd be taken more seriously in any situation," Kazuha said. "Believe me, and it was hard to get a drink at a bar looking like this." [Y/N] shuddered at the memory, being denied the sweet taste of liquor.

"I don't usually drink often, but when I do, it takes effort to convince the bartenders I'm allowed to drink."

"Even for a year spent in the outdoors, I still hate it." [Y/N]'s lips formed a slight frown, and his eyes went lazy. Kazuha tilted his head towards the sulking man beside him.

"Inazuma is the land of my birth as well, [Y/N]. My blade is the last reminder of it." Kazuha began his back straight and eyes stern.

"I too miss Inazuma, but you must accept the fact you may never return. The Sakoku Decree and Vision Hunt Decree still hold sway in our homeland."

A silence formed between the two, yet it wasn't awkward or comforting.

It was just neutral—a pair relaxing in silence.

"Which is why I must return. To fix it all." [Y/N] bluntly stated, his eyes now held vigor. "It was her who taught me to be patient after all."

His memories flashback to all of those years ago. When his reign as an advisor just began.


And when she began to hold meaning in his life.

⥷☐✦──505 Years ago──✦☐⭃
⥷☐✦──Tenshukaku──✦☐⭃

The halls of Tenshukaku were filled by the continuous clash of sword and spear. The Tatami floors were burdened by the weights of quick-moving combatants, swinging and slashing at one another.

With auditable combat in one of the most protected buildings in Inazuma, samurai guards merely walked by. To them, it would spell death to interrupt the spar between the Raiden Shogun and her new advisor.

[Y/N] gasped on the floor. He clutched his abdomen in pain with his blade tossed to his side. In front of him was the Electro Archon's sister herself, her eyes narrowing to slits on [Y/N]'s body.Her violet lashes waited for the boy to stand and face her again.

 Yet, [Y/N] did not want to stand back up. Beelzebul's eyes were enough to keep him down, let alone her skills with the Nagatana.

"What are you waiting for? Stand!" The eventual Archon demanded. Her words flinched [Y/N]'s head further into the ground.

"I will not say this again, Stand and face me again! There is much you still must learn."[Y/N] glared up, his eyes hollow. "What's the point?"


Her sternness defused at the blunt response, and her brows rose in slight confusion. "What's the point in what?"


"I've been practicing for months, and I'm not getting anywhere.." [Y/N] meekly whispered. He timidly grabbed the practice sword, fingers quaking uncontrollably. He wasn't afraid of her, no. He was afraid of something else.

She took a moment before kneeling down to [Y/N]'s level. "Samurai take years to comprehend the art of combat. It takes decades to master it."

 The boy's eyes rose to meet Beelzebul irises. Her eyes differed from before. Instead of the stern, sharp, and fearful orbs minutes ago, he meets a more open one.


Her eyes felt at home as a friend.


Beelzebul's calm attitude had grounded [Y/N]'s trembling to a halt.

"You are no ordinary samurai, [Y/N]. It is unusual to begin training with the sword this late."

Beelzebul's hand grabbed [Y/N]'s discarded training sword, tracing over the craftsmanship of the wooden sword.

"You say you do not progress, yet you can hold yourself in a duel against me with a mere wooden sword." She pressed the training sword into his hands, startling the boy. "You have indeed made progress, but not yet enough. There is more to practice and master."

Beelzebul's words left [Y/N] in a daze. Although the comfort was shallow at best, it sparked something in [Y/N]. He needed to think, which she picked up on.

"We will end our session for today. Return to your studies after you've rested." Beelzebul stood and began to walk towards the exit of the room. [Y/N] sat in thought, the gears in his head.

Before Beelzebul could leave the room, her heels stopped. "From here on out, your official state identification will be Toshiro Kiyoko. After you've learned the art of the sword, you will learn how to control your pyro vision."

"Be patience, [Y/N]." Beelzebul looked [Y/N] in the eyes. "You will become a master with time." A moment of silence engulfed the atmosphere, the two people motionless as one observed the other.


"Will I really master the art of the sword?" It was almost silent, for the voice was still shy and timid.


Beelzebul's eyes eased once more, and with a rare yet small smile, she fully faced the boy. "I have full confidence in your abilities."

It was what [Y/N] had to hear.

Using his wooden sword, he stood up and bowed in front of Beelzebul. He stored the training equipment away before slipping out of the room and toward his own chamber to finally allow his brain to think properly.

He was relieved, first and foremost. The lessons his parents taught him were to learn quickly or else suffer the consequences. If he were not to adapt or learn quickly enough, he feared what would've happened.

The moment he was accepted into Tenshukaku, his parents were thrilled and terrified. They were thrilled that their son was being sent to the Imperial palace, despite being peasant farmers.

However, the electro archon and her sister were nothing to be scoff at. They instilled a sense of fear into [Y/N]'s parents as their child was all of a sudden summoned by the Archon herself without any context.

A feeling of delight and dread that took its grip on [Y/N]'s parents had also spread to [Y/N] too as he remembered the nights of his parents teaching him as much as they could.

Everything from history to proper etiquette and even different tales of the Shogun herself. However, the most pressing thing [Y/N] was forced to take with him was a lesson his parents had instilled in him.

Learn everything as quickly as possible.

Ever since the first day at Tenshukaku, [Y/N] struggled to learn everything, but he remained fateful to his parent's instructions. At every moment, with either scholar or with the Archon and her sister, he sought for knowledge of any sort.

The two sisters, Baal and Beelzebul, were mildly shocked at the boy's eagerness, but they saw no problem with it.

It was until reports from the servants that [Y/N] had begun to stay up late, reading into the night, devouring every piece of available knowledge.

Meals went uneaten, hours of sleep debt built up, and finally [Y/N] collapsed while practicing hand-to-hand combat with Beelzebul.

It was finally a relief to slow down and process everything. Of course, he would still go through rigorous labor and effort to hopefully fulfill the role of advisor.

However, he now realizes that everything will come in time. Instead of rejecting meals and sleep, he would have patience. Patience that he will learn all that he needs in due time.

[Y/N] laid on his futon, his mind still racing all to the one word.

Patience

The word almost felt foreign to the boy.

In his few months, everything had passed by so fast. Everything was learned and memorized in such vigorous and brutal sessions to where his eyes felt like anvils.

But finally, he could relax for a moment. [Y/N] yawned and massaged his eyes. It wouldn't hurt to close his eyes for a little while, would it?

And with that, [Y/N] fell asleep.

Outside his room stood a servant and Beelzebul herself.

"I will ensure Lord Kiyoko has a pleasant rest, your excellency." The servant bowed as Beelzebul nodded.

"Make sure he does. He's done considerably to learn, yet still much ahead of him." Beelzebul remarked before her heels clicked away from the room. The servant kept her head bowed as the violet-haired women left.

⥷☐✦──Present Time──✦☐⭃
⥷☐✦──Guyun Stone Forest, Alcor──✦☐⭃

[Y/N]'s features relaxed at the memory, his lips turned up into a rare smile.

"I must return." The [H/C] color Inazuman stated, firm in tone. His fists clutched the wooden fence of the crow's nest.

Kazuha looked at [Y/N]; a strange sense of respect for the man beside him had built in his chest. [Y/N] was stubborn yet determined in his pursuit. He was not careless about the facts it presented.

As he was about to leave, a voice caught Kazuha's attention. The captain of the Alcor and the traveler beside her.

"Captain Beidou and the traveler has reached an agreement!" Paimon announced to the pair up in the crow's nest.

"That's right, Lumine will take part in the Crux clash to earn herself and Lord Kiyoko a ticket aboard the Alcor to Inazuma!"

If his day could get any better, [Y/N] completely doubted it could. 






So I've been dead for awhile and I am sorry for that. School has not been kind at all but I am still trying my bes to get something out every once 3-4 weeks. 

So, if you don't understand, I'll try to explain. Before the event in Genshin impact known as the Cataclysm which killed the first archon of Inazuma, Baal. Her sister, took over afterwards. The flashback takes place when [Y/N] is 12 and still a mortal and about 5 years before the Cataclysm.

If you have any other questions, please, comment or DM me them!!!!!

Have a wonderful day!