The Strongest Woman In Teyvat Is Visionless

Chapter 3

Had more time so, decided i might as well (i refused to do my schoolwork lol) as always unedited

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The day had barely started, and already you found yourself on yet another errand.

"Now don't you go getting yourself into trouble, deary," Granny fussed as she thrust a basket into your hands. You glanced at it, half-listening to her warnings about wolves and dangers. Typical stuff. "I need more wolfhooks for my arthritis salve. But mind you, the wolves out there are dangerous—don't go picking fights with them!"

You snorted softly, adjusting the basket under your arm. "Picking fights with wolves? Granny, I could punch a wolf into the sky."

Granny waved a dismissive hand. "None of your sass, now. Just be careful, alright? And don't uproot the whole forest while you're at it."

You sighed but nodded, more interested in finishing this errand and getting back home. Sure, you could fight off monsters and punch through stone, but errands were your real battles these days.

It had been a few weeks since you started working at Angel's Share. Being a bouncer wasn't as bad as you expected, and the pay was good—really good. You'd actually been able to buy more during sales, and the best part was the steady flow of income. No more scrambling for Mora or running odd jobs just to get by. That alone made dealing with a few drunkards and occasional troublemakers worth it.

You even caught yourself thinking that maybe, just maybe, you could start fixing up the haunted house people talked about—your house. But that would take a lot of Mora. A whole mountain's worth of Mora. So, until then, it was sales and coupons all the way.

But now, wolfhooks. Because apparently, the errand life never stopped.

The trek to Wolvendom wasn't long, but it was just tedious enough to have you second-guessing every decision that had led you to this point. Angel's Share, your haunted house, the occasional odd job—it all seemed like too much for someone who could level a mountain with one punch.

Wolvendom was peaceful, with the usual sounds of nature filling the air. Birds chirped, the wind rustled through the trees, and the occasional wolf howl echoed in the distance. You had a job to do, though, so you made your way through the forest, picking wolfhooks as quickly as possible. Well, more like yanking them out of the ground with ridiculous force.

The first bush you pulled out came out way too easily. You stared at it, dirt clinging to the roots, then casually stuffed it into the basket.

"Oops. Well, Granny didn't say anything about needing the roots, but maybe she'll use them."

You continued your work, pulling at the bushes with the same careless strength you used to knock out drunkards at Angel's Share. A few more bushes uprooted, and the basket was starting to fill up, albeit with a bit more dirt than expected.

Just as you finished stuffing another root into the basket, you felt a presence. Someone—or something—was watching you.

You turned, and there, half-hidden behind a tree, was a wild-looking boy with silver hair, staring at you with wide, curious eyes. He didn't say anything at first—just stood there, crouched low, as if he was sizing you up. You squinted at him, unsure whether to say something or just ignore him. Maybe he was just some random kid lost in the woods.

After a long, awkward silence, you sighed. "Are you going to help, or just stand there?"

The boy tilted his head, sniffing the air like a wolf. "Why... you pull bush?" His voice was rough and his eyes were sharp and observant, like he was expecting you to pounce at any second.