"It's been about a week, but they're all coming back. Shouldn't you guys prepare something, at least a celebration, right?"
Celebration?
This reminded Yae Miko of the festivals held by the Great Yokai in the past, where they would hold the Sangawa Flower Festival, which lasted all day.
She had once stood on Kitsune Saiguu's shoulders and witnessed it all, even watching the most popular game at the celebration, Akitsukihana no Jutsu, no less than a hundred times.
Those days were so good.
It felt like only yesterday, yet a hundred years had quietly passed. For yokai, ten or a hundred years was just a blink of an eye, but for humans, it was a lifetime.
"We should indeed hold a festival. The Sangawa Flower Festival hasn't been held for who knows how many years. 500 years ago, many Great Yokai died in that war, and many of their souls were trapped in the ley lines, unable to reincarnate. Let's use this opportunity to send them off together."
Sangawa Flower Festival? Lu Ze was a little curious, as he hadn't heard of this festival before. According to Yae Miko, it was a celebration held by the Great Yokai of Inazuma, and he wondered what it would be like.
"Let's go. Since we've decided, let's go back and discuss it properly. I think this is very important to you. If you need any help, just ask. We're all friends, no need to be shy."
Soon, the two figures walked out of Mt. Yougou. Yae Miko was pondering how to hold a Sangawa Flower Festival as grand as the one in the past.
After all, Inazuma was now ruled by humans, and not many Great Yokai had survived.
Holding a celebration exactly like the old one and on such a grand scale was probably impossible, but she wanted to try. At least for Kitsune Saiguu, and for the Great Yokai, she wouldn't slack off anymore and would work with a little seriousness.
Of course, this matter would have to be discussed with the Raiden sisters. Although she expected their approval, more details would have to be discussed in person.
Seeing that he had nothing else to do, Lu Ze returned to his shop.
Since he was idle, he might as well update the latest storyline. The helmets had already been sold all over the world, and he was earning points every second.
As for Mora, it was piled up like a mountain of gold. He was probably the wealthiest person in all of Teyvat, with wealth that could rival a nation.
How lonely it was to be rich, able to buy whatever he wanted. Alas... he no longer had the joy of earning money like before.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Bronya's dazed expression. Her small mouth pouted, her eyes widened, and she stared silently at Sakura and Rin.
"Uh, Bronya, what's wrong? Did your brain short-circuit and break? Don't burn out your CPU, it's too expensive to fix. Can you hear me? Hello?!"
Lu Ze patted Bronya's head and rubbed her face, as if trying to reboot her. But it was as if the startup button was broken, and she just wouldn't start.
"I say... are you done messing around? I'm just spacing out for a moment, do you have to be like this?"
Bronya looked at Lu Ze speechlessly, wanting to push away his hands with her own, but he seemed to have maxed out his evasion stats, dodging her every attempt precisely.
"Ahaha, so you're not broken? I thought Bronya's brain was malfunctioning? It seems I was mistaken. I'm leaving now."
Lu Ze knew the situation was a bit precarious and wanted to leave immediately. But he had already patted, touched, and rubbed her. How could he let her go so easily?
"Heh, Heavy-Duty Mecha-Bunny 0019! Target locked, fire!"
"Ahhh, I was wrong! Bronya, I was wrong! Stop it, don't shoot my butt! You're not playing by the rules! If you have the guts, let's have a one-on-one duel! Why are you using AI?"
Bronya smiled gently. If you can fight in a group, why fight alone? Just like you can fight a boss in a group, why go to your death alone?
It's the same logic, so obediently accept the wrath of the Heavy-Duty Mecha-Bunny.
Meanwhile, Yae Miko returned to the Tenshukaku and saw Makoto struggling with an expression of pain the moment she entered.
"What's going on? Did I come at the wrong time? Maybe I should come back later? You guys continue, I have something to do!"
Makoto couldn't let her leave so easily after she finally came. My little fox, can you bear the pain for your master? I know you'll be very happy to!
"Yae! Since you're here, don't leave. Today, I'm cooking myself. You have to taste it before you go, right?"
Yae Miko understood why Makoto had such a pained expression. Raiden Ei's cooking? Could that thing even be eaten? Even Morax would have to shed a layer of skin before leaving.
But at this moment, she wasn't in charge. After all, Raiden Ei was looking at her with a kind smile.
"Sister Makoto, why is Ei suddenly interested in cooking? She should know her own culinary skills! Why is she suddenly cooking?"
Makoto's face showed a bitter smile, and she whispered:
"I don't know either. How would I know why she suddenly decided to cook? I originally wanted to tell you not to come back, but it's too late now, Yae... You'll bear all this for me, won't you? After 500 years, I'm sure you're used to it. You can eat my share later too!"
Mentioning Raiden Ei's signature dish, Makoto's psychological trauma was amplified infinitely. Back then, in her youthful ignorance, she had even thought about teaching her sister how to cook.
The result? As one could imagine, either the kitchen exploded, or she exploded. Even the simplest dish like scrambled eggs with tomatoes could be turned into a black, unknown substance by Raiden Ei.
You might say it doesn't look good, but maybe the taste is alright.
She had the same thought at the time, but after tasting it, she didn't eat for seven days and seven nights. One could imagine how terrifying the power of that dish was.
"Sister Makoto, my dear sister. You can't leave everything to me alone! I never said I was used to it. After all, Ei hasn't cooked in these 500 years. If you ask me, we'll die together. At most, we just won't see the sun tomorrow."
As the two of them were pushing and shoving, Raiden Ei walked over with a pot of food, a smile on her face. A lid covered the pot, exuding an air of mystery.
But to the two of them, this was merely the calm before the storm, the prelude to death.
"Try it. My cooking skills have improved a lot. Be sure to give me your feedback."