Jia Changjiang opened his eyes and found Venti crouched beside him. He muttered groggily, “Venti, what are you doing here?”
“This is Diluc’s mansion. Didn’t you and Lumine head to Windrise yesterday?” Venti blinked playfully at Jia Changjiang. “When Lumine and Jean carried you back to Mondstadt, it startled quite a few people. They thought you’d been defeated by some terrifying monster…”
“It was a terrifying monster—greedy, gluttonous, and insufferable,” Jia Changjiang grumbled, rubbing his temples as he sat up from his makeshift bed of chairs. “And to top it off, after knocking me unconscious, she left me to sleep on chairs…”
“Ahaha~” Venti laughed, pulling up a chair to sit across from Jia Changjiang. Resting his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands, Venti remarked, “Actually, we were planning to move you to one of Diluc’s guest rooms, but we figured you’d wake up soon. Who knew you’d sleep all the way from yesterday until this morning…”
“Did you have another battle with the Acting Grand Master? How did it feel this time?” Venti asked curiously. “Jia Changjiang, did you lose on purpose?”
“Last time, I underestimated Mondstadt and only challenged Jean. This time…” Jia Changjiang’s gaze fell to his hands as he recalled the fight before he passed out. A smile crept onto his face, impossible to suppress. “This time, I faced the Lionfang Knight and the Dandelion Knight.
“They were incredible—so strong that it’s inspiring,” he continued, clenching his fist. “The wind, so free and romantic, truly has a charm. These people with Visions… They make me want to challenge them, to witness their beliefs and strength firsthand.”
“Then… do you want a Vision now, Jax?” Venti suddenly asked softly, his tone unusually serious.
Jia Changjiang turned to look at Venti, whose expression was calm—neither angry nor emotional. He simply gazed at Jia Changjiang, as if waiting for an answer.
“If you had the chance to obtain a Vision,” Venti continued, “would you take it?”
The question hung in the air, heavy yet subtle. It felt like a gust of cool wind, gradually calming Jia Changjiang’s earlier excitement.
“Why are you suddenly asking me this?” Jia Changjiang finally replied. “You already know I’m from another world, don’t you?”
“I’m not even from this world to begin with, so getting a Vision was never an option for me—just like Lumine.”
“Hmm… A Traveler without a Vision but with elemental powers, paired with a weapon master who doesn’t need a Vision to fight. We make quite the team, don’t we?” Jia Changjiang quipped, trying to break the strange tension. “When we visit other nations, who knows? We might encounter even more interesting things…”
As he spoke, Jia Changjiang got up from his makeshift bed, intending to change the subject by moving elsewhere.
But before he could, Venti stood abruptly, stepping in front of him and pushing him back into his chair. “If I told you there was a way for you to obtain a Vision, what would you do?” Venti asked, blocking his path.
“…”
Trapped by the question, Jia Changjiang realized he couldn’t avoid it. He sighed deeply and said, “I’ve never desired a Vision. Why bring this up now, Venti?”
Standing, Jia Changjiang grabbed Venti’s arms and leaned down to look him in the eyes. “A Vision is the manifestation of a fleeting desire etched into eternity. I won’t comment on whether that’s good or bad—it’s irrelevant to me. I’m not the kind of person who lets a fleeting moment define my entire life.”
Jia Changjiang’s expression softened, his smile returning. “Whether I can get a Vision or not, I’ll keep moving forward, walking wherever I please, regardless of where the path leads.”
“Do you really think I want a Vision?” he asked, studying the bard before him. This wasn’t just Venti the carefree drunk; this was Barbatos, the Wind Archon, the one who watched over Mondstadt.
Pressing Venti against the wall, Jia Changjiang leaned closer, his curiosity and excitement evident. “If you were to compose a poem about me, what kind of tale would it tell?
“Would it be an epic recounting mythical feats? A heartfelt lyric capturing the depth of emotions? Or perhaps a ballad passed down through the masses, sung by many?”
He gripped Venti’s wrists firmly but lightly. “A Vision? The gaze of the gods? What’s so important about that? Even a god’s tab at the tavern ends up on my bill.”
“Venti, if there’s something you can’t say to me right now, keep it to yourself,” Jia Changjiang said, his grin widening. “When the time comes, tell me.
“And write me a poem while you’re at it!”
His words conveyed his clear stance on Visions, his resolve unshaken.
At that moment, the long-silent system in Jia Changjiang’s mind suddenly chimed in.
[Route determined. Task module updated. Main Quest initiated.]
“Huh?”
The system’s voice rang clearly, and a new quest appeared in front of his eyes.
[The Path of the Warrior]
[Between mortals and gods lies coexistence. Each has its purpose… If you wish to witness everything, let others change you, and in turn, change them.]
[Transform this world into one worth aspiring toward.]
[Quest Reward: None.]
A main quest with no rewards or clear conditions for completion appeared on his system interface. Yet its name stirred anticipation within him.
“The Path of the Warrior… Hah.”
As Jia Changjiang pondered the task, the door suddenly burst open, and Paimon’s cheerful voice filled the room.
“Mr. Jax! Are you awake? Lumine and I brought raspberries for you!”
And so…
Jia Changjiang, who had just pinned Venti against the wall, turned to face Lumine and Paimon, standing awkwardly in the doorway.
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T/N: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THIS IS PEAK 
fuck it i’m drawing this YESSIRRRR (I FORGOT BUT YES IN JAN ILL DRAW THIS RAAAAAH)
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