Eyes on you (Genshin Impact Story)

Prologue

Blue. It is the color of the sky, forget-me-nots and the ocean. The sea was always vast, eternal and peaceful. They were the wall between other nations and Inazuma. They were a danger to strangers, but a friend to anyone who could command it.

Kamisato Ayato was no god. He never was, he never will be. But it was him who was a leader in his own right alongside the Tri-Commision, a trio of powerful organizations, which have always overseen matters in Inazuma. He could recite the roles of each one as well as his own name.

The Tenryou commission was simple to explain. They were the cops, the military and the sheer force protecting the Inazuma. Without them, there would be no-one who would even dare to lift a hand to defend Inazuma.

The Kanjou commission was a bit more mysterious in this regard. They are arguably the least well-known organization, but they were immensely powerful in their own right. They took care of money. Everyone would be damned if it would have been swept by the waves, never to be returned. Everything would break like a fragile mirror.

The Yashiro commision was the most known and beloved, but their leader unknown to most at the same time. It hosted festivals and celebrations, which went hand in hand with the idol the idol, the voice of all people, Kamisato Ayaka.

Known to be beautiful and kind, she was as perfect of a lady as a young girl could get. She was well-versed in anything and everything, or at least seemingly so. It did not matter in the grand scheme of things. The locals just wanted a pretty face to look up to, which they always got served on a golden platter.

Red.

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It is the color of the sun on paintings, the spider lilies and the lanterns, which always flew high during the Irodori festival. Ayato's mother loved to paint them and release them with Ayaka.

She loved festivals as much as her husband. If she could have, she would have given all of her life to them. Her smile was addicting like candy, it was difficult to not want to work with her when she spoke so nicely.

But there was a more important thing which was red. It was something every human possessed. it was the reason people could breathe, why people could live. It was blood.

Something that tainted the Yashiro commission's name when the Kamisato siblings were little helpless children.

The terror, the fear, the tears which have been poured out of panic and shock. But he? He could have done nothing. It was not new to him. His mother's passing was not the first.

Ayato opened his eyes, gaze empty for a moment before the realization hit him. He was, indeed, alive.

He took a deep breath as if he wanted to make sure. All he could feel were his lungs getting full with fresh morning air. But he had no time to relax. The Irodori festival was approaching, and he had to attend to his duties.

He sighed, lazily looking to the side, as if he hoped he would find a reason to not get out of his bed. The sun was not fully out yet, the rays caressing only a few things in his room. The first thing which he laid his eyes on was his signature attire. It was elegant yet simple. It was perfect for a young man like him. Perfect for a leader.

He averted his gaze to look outside the window. He was met with clouds softer than any silk. The sun was painting them into the color of cherry blossoms and gold. It was a sight to behold. If he could, he would stare at such a serene sight forever.

He could just ask a painter to capture the beauty of the early morning sky, but when Ayato thought about it, he realized that it would never be able to capture the sheer simplicity of it.