Genshin Impact: The Gambler of Teyvat

On Shajin's handsome face was a faint smile, his eyes hiding a barely noticeable sharpness.

He slowly raised his hand. The movement was as gentle as a feather drifting down, yet it carried an oppressive weight that couldn't be resisted. He lightly patted the other person on the shoulder.

What seemed like a casual and effortless gesture sent an invisible jolt through the man's body. He trembled violently, as if struck by an electric current.

It felt as If the touch from Shajin's fingertips carried not just physical contact, but a soul-piercing threat.

"I heard every word you just said—every single one~"

His voice was soft, calm, and steady, like a gentle mountain stream. Yet the dignity it carried was like a hidden beast deep within a shadowed ravine—one low growl enough to make all nearby life hold its breath in terror.

There was something magical about that voice, a resonance that seeped into the air and drilled into the heart. The merchant's legs wobbled involuntarily.

"Those who break their word shall face the punishment of the rock. You know that, don't you?"

Shajin lifted his chin slightly, staring coldly at the man before him. His gaze was like an icy arrow, as if it could freeze the soul.

With that, he turned without another word. His movements were carefree and unhurried, like a breeze drifting by. He strolled over to the merchant's stall with elegant steps.

His slender, fair hand casually rested on a bulging burlap sack. With a light tug, he lifted it effortlessly, then tossed it to the ground with an air of complete indifference.

Then, with one graceful finger—like a sculpted piece of art—he pointed directly at the sack's opening. A faint, cryptic smile curved his lips.

There was something in that smile—beautiful, yet dangerous.

"Come. Fill it up."

The merchant's face turned ghostly pale in an instant, drained of all blood. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like broken pearls. His lips trembled as he stammered out a reply.

"Y-Yes, sir… right away!"

Frantically, he reached out with shaking hands and began stuffing boxes of tea leaves into the sack as fast as he could.

With every box dropped in, it felt like his heart was being struck with a heavy hammer. The pounding echoed through his chest, threatening to shatter it from within.

His eyes were filled with panic and regret. His fingers, stiff with tension, moved clumsily.

It was a long while before the merchant could calm his nerves even slightly. He carefully raised his head, sneaking a glance at Shajin. His eyes brimmed with fear and hesitation as he asked, voice faltering:

"Uh… Mr. Gambling Saint… how much tea do you actually want?"

Shajin's smile grew even more dazzling—like a poppy in full bloom: breathtakingly beautiful, yet tinged with eerie menace.

Unhurried, he replied, "Keep going. Fill it… until it's full."

The merchant froze as if struck by lightning. His body locked in place, completely unable to move.

He screamed inwardly, cursing his rotten luck. Why… why did I have to cross paths with someone like him? Of all people… this walking disaster…

Furina stood to the side, watching the entire scene. Her soft pink lips curled upward as she covered her mouth, giggling.

With light, dainty steps, she walked over and tugged gently on Shajin's sleeve. Her voice rang like silver bells.

"Alright, you meanie. That's enough."

Shajin shot a lazy glance at the merchant, who was still frantically stuffing tea leaves into the sack, completely absorbed in his task and the looming threat of punishment.

"That's enough. Stop."

His voice now carried a hint of weariness.

"This time, I'll let it slide. Consider it a small lesson. But next time… you won't be so lucky."

The merchant flinched as if shocked, then immediately dropped the box in his hands, straightening up and bowing repeatedly.

"Yes, yes! I know I was wrong—thank you, sir, for your mercy!"

Shajin sighed, shaking his head, then let out a long yawn and stretched, the motion lazy and unbothered.

He called over his shoulder.

"So boring. Let's go, Fufu~"

...

The merchant watched their retreating backs, letting out a long sigh of relief, as if he'd just narrowly escaped the jaws of death.

He patted his chest to drive away the lingering fear, then muttered to himself.

"Dear gods, that was close… If only everyone were as nice as that lady from earlier…"

...

At that moment, in the quiet that had returned to the market—with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze—a crisp sneeze suddenly rang out in the distance.

Like a stone dropped into still water, it rippled through the silence.

Ganyu, who had been standing quietly nearby, turned her head in surprise—only to see Xianyun sitting off to the side.

With delicate fingers, she quickly pulled a snowy white tissue from her sleeve. Her movements were gentle and graceful as she handed it to Xianyun, her eyes filled with concern.

"Master, are you feeling unwell? Did you catch a cold?"

Xianyun frowned slightly, her elegant features briefly showing irritation. She took the tissue with visible reluctance and dabbed her nose with a few careless motions, clearly wanting to end the topic as soon as possible.

"Hmph! I've cultivated for years and possess immense power. How could someone like me, an adeptus, fall prey to such a trivial mortal illness?"

To punctuate her words, she puffed up her chest proudly.

But Ganyu only smiled softly. Her expression was as warm as a spring bloom, serene and beautiful, and she shook her head slightly.

She was long used to her master's stubborn pride.

With graceful steps—like a crane gliding across the water—she walked behind Xianyun and began to gently knead her shoulders.

Her hands moved like nimble spirits, rhythmically pressing into Xianyun's shoulders. Every motion was just right, as if it could melt away all fatigue and discomfort.

Just then, a tall figure stepped through the door.

It was Shenhe.

She moved like an immortal passing through mist, her flowing garments trailing behind her.

"Master, Senior Sister—he's coming back."

Xianyun blinked her clear eyes, dazed for a moment before realizing what she meant.

"Huh? That rascal Shajin… Ah! Ganyu!!!"

Ganyu's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripened apple. Her eyes spun in panic.

"Sha-Shajin is… is coming back…?"

Her hands, once gentle and steady, suddenly clutched Xianyun's shoulders with nervous force, veins bulging like writhing worms.

Only when she heard Xianyun scream in pain did she snap out of her daze.

"S-Sorry! Master!"

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