The Strongest Woman In Teyvat Is Visionless

Special Chapter

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It had been an ordinary day in Dadaupa Gorge. A few hilichurls lounged lazily around a campfire, occasionally grunting at each other as they poked sticks at the flames. The largest among them—a mitachurl—chewed on a bone, utterly bored.

It was quiet. Peaceful. No pesky knights, no humans in sight. Just a lazy afternoon in the gorge.

That is, until the thudding began.

It was faint at first—just a distant thud, thud, thud. The mitachurl paused, ears twitching, and the smaller hilichurls exchanged confused glances.

"Rahh?" one of the smaller ones grunted, peering toward the path.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound grew louder, and now it was clear: something—or someone—was approaching. The hilichurls sat up, alarmed, their eyes darting around.

The mitachurl stood up, gripping his massive club.

"What is that noise?" he thought, squinting at the path ahead.

And then, out of the bushes, stepped... a small human girl.

The hilichurls blinked.

The mitachurl blinked.

They stared at the girl, utterly dumbfounded.

She couldn't have been more than eight or nine years old. Messy hair, a too-large basket swinging in one hand, and a completely oblivious look on her face.

She smiled up at them, wide-eyed and innocent.

"Hi," she said brightly, as if she'd just wandered into a friendly village instead of a camp full of monster-brutes. "Do you know the way to granny's house?"

The hilichurls blinked again. One of the smaller ones looked at the mitachurl like, "Uh... what?"

None of them moved.

"Is this a trap?" thought one hilichurl, gripping his club tighter.

The mitachurl frowned. A human child? Here? This didn't make sense. Humans didn't just walk up to them. And this one wasn't even scared!

The girl sighed, clearly unimpressed with their lack of response. "Okay," she mumbled, looking around. "I guess I'll just figure it out myself..."

The mitachurl growled lowly, stepping forward.

"She's just a kid", he thought, though his instincts told him something wasn't right. But still, she was human, and humans brought trouble. He couldn't let her just wander off.

With a mighty roar, he charged, swinging his massive club directly at her head.

The smaller hilichurls flinched. The mitachurl's club was huge—there was no way she'd survive this.

Except... there was no smash. No crack of bone or cry of pain.

Instead, the club stopped mid-air with a faint clunk... and then disintegrated into a thousand splinters. The mitachurl blinked, staring down at the now-empty handle in his hands.

The girl didn't even flinch.

"Huh," she muttered, patting her head, as if to make sure it was still there. "Weird."

The hilichurls stared, slack-jawed.

What just happened?

The mitachurl blinked slowly.