Hearing Jia Changjiang’s audacious declaration, Venti was momentarily stunned. Then, his surprise melted into laughter.
That’s Jia Changjiang for you…
“I believe you.”
Venti’s gaze joined Jia Changjiang’s as they both looked at the Statue of The Seven—the wind god’s likeness standing tall and serene.
“With the kind of strength you possess, if you set your mind to it, I have no doubt you can achieve it,” Venti said, his tone genuine.
“Just like everything you’ve done here in Mondstadt. If it’s you…”
“You and Lumine traveling together could bring about incredible, unexpected changes for this world.”
Venti smiled warmly. “Someone as kind as you, alongside her… you’re bound to create a future worth looking forward to.”
“Leave all that destiny nonsense to fate—it’s got nothing to do with me,” Jia Changjiang said, his gaze unwavering on the statue.
“I don’t believe in destiny, but I do believe in this: tying life to the whims of fate is pointless. Just act, and the rest will follow. Destiny is irrelevant to me.”
“Fate isn’t a certainty—not for me. All I want is the thrill of battle and a good ending.”
He turned to Venti, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Maybe the change I bring will be… quite different from what your Traveler brings.”
Venti caught the subtle emphasis: the “returning” Traveler.
“You really do know some fascinating things, don’t you, Jax?” Venti said with a chuckle. “With you alongside her, I can’t imagine how this journey might unfold—but it’s bound to be different.”
Then, with a mischievous grin, Venti added, “If you happen to meet that stiff old man Morax, pass along a message for me, would you? Tell him I’m so weak now he might knock me clear across Teyvat if I visit.”
“Got it,” Jia Changjiang replied with a smirk, letting go of the statue as he stretched his arms.
Thanks to Venti’s light healing, most of Jia Changjiang’s injuries had closed up, though his tattered clothes remained a testament to the battle.
“Back to Mondstadt for now,” he said, cracking his knuckles. “I did promise Jean I’d help train the Knights of Favonius.”
Counting off on his fingers, he added, “The Dragon of the East has returned, the Wolf of the North is off on an expedition… That leaves the Lion of the South and a few of the West Wind Hawks. Perfect!”
A mischievous grin spread across Jia Changjiang’s face, prompting Venti to eye him curiously.
“What are you planning for the Knights of Favonius?”
“Just some… standard training,” Jia Changjiang said innocently, though his expression suggested otherwise. “It might leave a lasting impression, though. Even the knights who don’t leave Mondstadt will be ready for when your Grand Master returns.”
He muttered under his breath, “Yes… that’ll do nicely.”
Venti tilted his head, a bit uneasy at the gleam in Jia Changjiang’s eyes.
Is he plotting something unpleasant?
No… It’s Jax. He’s not a bad person… probably.
“Yes, yes, it’ll be fine. Trust Jax,” Venti reassured himself.
—
When Jia Changjiang returned to the Knights of Favonius, news of the ambush he and Venti had faced had already reached Jean.
At the insistence of both Venti and Jia Changjiang, the matter was quietly dropped, though Jean remained suspicious.
Shortly afterward, the majority of the Fatui delegation left Mondstadt, leaving only a token few behind. This development intrigued Jia Changjiang—after all, if his memory served, La Signora’s next move would be in Liyue, targeting the Geo Archon’s Gnosis.
If the Fatui hadn’t left so quickly, he might’ve enjoyed seeing the look on La Signora’s face after their last encounter.
In the days that followed, Mondstadt gradually returned to peace. The city’s bards wasted no time immortalizing the tale of the dragon’s fall, the final dance, and the Honorary Knight who saved Mondstadt. The song was sung in taverns across the city, much to the delight of the locals.
As for Jia Changjiang and Lumine…
“Stand up straight! Show some spirit!” Jia Changjiang bellowed, his massive battle axe slung over one shoulder as he surveyed the exhausted Knights of Favonius on the training grounds.
“Alright, physical training is done. Time for combat drills!”
The weary knights exchanged horrified glances, their eyes darting nervously to the towering figure with the axe.
They had endured three grueling days of Jia Changjiang’s “training.”
No one knew why Acting Grand Master Jean had invited the Honorary Knight to act as their instructor, but it was clear now that this decision was no act of mercy.
After the dragon crisis, the Knights of Favonius had expected some reprieve. Instead, they found an unwelcome addition to their schedules: shifts dedicated to Jia Changjiang’s special training.
At first, the knights assumed the sessions would be routine. That illusion shattered within minutes of the first drill.
“Everyone else, stay at attention! First and second rows, step forward!”
Jia Changjiang called out enthusiastically, practically skipping onto the field with the energy of a child given free rein to play.
How often does one get such a glorious opportunity for sparring partners—no, training assistants?
“Pick up your training weapons and prepare for combat drills!”
Setting his axe aside, Jia Changjiang cracked his knuckles audibly before lifting an unsharpened greatsword designed for practice.
“Don’t worry—it’s the same as yesterday. Just last ten minutes.”
“R-really?” A faint glimmer of hope appeared in one knight’s eyes as they gripped their training weapon.
Jia Changjiang grinned and charged toward the two rows, his face alight with glee. “Of course! Just ten minutes of getting pummeled—hang in there!”
“AAAAHHH!”
The knights’ anguished cries echoed across the training grounds, drifting into the streets of Mondstadt.
“The Knights are at it again. How many days has it been now?”
“Too many. I heard the Honorary Knight’s leading the drills—word is, they’re brutal.”
Inside a nearby tavern, patrons exchanged gossip over mugs of ale.
At a corner table, Kaeya listened to the distant shouts, a hint of worry on his face.
“I’m a Cavalry Captain,” he muttered to himself. “Why am I being dragged into training sessions…?”
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