Genshin Impact, Breezing Through Teyvat - Chapter 293: Money. Money...MONEY!

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The woman rushed forward at him immediately, followed by a quick succession of high kicks that could easily break bones if they connected.

But rather than focusing on him, she slammed her foot against the ground, trying to knock Yomite off balance so she could finish him off with a single strike.

Yomite avoided her leg blows and punched her directly in the stomach just as she was going to do so.

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Unfortunately, when two competent fighters engaged in head-to-head combat, things were never easy for either of them…and during such high-skilled confrontations, some…unexpected things…could occur…

A fraction of a second after Yomite swung the blow, the woman twisted on her high heels and raised her fist to block his attack.

“Tch!”

Yomite twisted his body sharply to evade the blow while sending his knee forward…straight into her stomach—

“Guh…!”

The moment he struck, a low sound came out from deep inside her throat like an animal growl; a violent tremor swept through the woman’s entire body, as if she’d been struck by lightning.

The movement ended in a flash as the woman straightened up, trembling violently, leaving Yomite unable to see how much damage had actually been done to her insides.

It was evident the short exchange was over, and that his counterattack to her stomach was the finisher…

Well…at least he was targeting her abdomen…

“…”

…However, because of her unusual movement, his knee slammed with full power into her crotch instead…

“…”

“…Eh, my bad…well…not really since you attacked me first…but I can certainly feel your pain…”

“…”

He quickly drew back his leg in surprise, but by then, she had already dropped down low on the ground, searing pain spreading out from under her skirt as she curled up and began rubbing her groin area where Yomite’s knee had made contact.

In particular, the clitoris. Due to the nerves around that area, it was a particularly sensitive region for women that caused them the same degree of pain as men’s balls when kicked.

The woman remained completely emotionless, yet her actions made it obvious she’d suffered quite the damage.

She probably hadn’t taken a hit like this ever before.

“…Burrito Dissha…as expected. I only wished to test your strength…but unfortunately, I failed…That hurt like a bitch.”

“Huh? Burrito Dissha? What are those two words supposed to be? Some blinding curse?”

That couldn’t have possibly been his name she just said!

“…Tortilla Bisha?”

“That’s not it either! Just what is this anyway, primary school? Are you naming food now? That’s the most meaningless insult anyone’s ever called me…”

“I wasn’t trying to insult you, that would be sacrilege—” The woman continued glaring at him coldly even after their quick fight was over, “…Anyway, you’re the hero, Tomite Trisha, correct?”

“… it’s Yomite Hissha…not Trisha, but Yomite.”

“…I see. A pretty ugly name. At any rate, I am Rosaria. A Sister of Church of Favonius.”

‘A Sister? So she was a nun after all…it wasn’t a cosplay…in that case when I ask Barbara about her, she should know her.’ He stared silently at her face with his arms folded across his chest.

“Why did you attack me then? If you roughly knew who I was?”

“As I’ve mentioned previously, I was merely gauging your strength.”

Yomite couldn’t tell if that was true or not; he didn’t understand the purpose behind such behavior—or why they were fighting in the first place, for that matter.

Who would just go out of their way to attack someone to gauge his strength!? She was clearly another “irregular” in Mondstadt, the city of weirdos.

“So, how do you think you will compensate me?”

“…Compensate…?”

Now that he was annoyed like this, he wanted something that would cover the payment of the furniture he was planning to buy.

“Well, obviously! I mean, you attacked me out of nowhere, I was casually strolling the streets, thinking what to buy, when you almost killed me with your kick! I was so shocked I almost had a heart attack!”

“But that’s…”

A compensation? Who was he kidding?

Sure, she did attack him first, but she was the only one who sustained damage throughout their short exchange.

He was completely unscathed, while she had suffered serious injuries to her crotch…

“You’re uninjured…so clearly, it can’t have been enough to warrant being compensated,” Rosaria said coolly as she got back up to her feet and dusted off her skirt, “But still, you have exceeded my expectations. To think you would be this strong, without even using a Vision is praisewor—”

*Crack*

Before she could finish her sentence, Yomite brought his hand down on his left arm, and dislocated his shoulder.

“Aaah! Oh my god! My arm! My arm!?” he winced at the sharp pain in his left side.

The sudden injury seemed to put an expression of disbelief on Rosaria’s face.

“What did you…What did you just…” She muttered under her breath as she stared at his left arm, dangling uselessly from his body.

“What was…that for?”

Yomite ignored the woman’s bewildered voice, turned around, and started limping away from her with his body covered in cold sweat.

“Help! Help! This woman wants to kill me! She’s an assassin!” he yelled out, slowly walking out of the alley.

“W—Wait! You cannot be serious!”

For the first time in her life, Rosaria’s cold facade seemed to break, revealing panic hidden underneath.

She herself was surprised by the voice of distress, coming out of her own mouth.

That was quite a bit of emotion for someone as cold as her…but before she could reflect any longer on how this had come about, Yomite was almost out of the alley.

“Stop what you’re doing.”

Her silver high heels clattered loudly against the cobblestones as she chased after him.

“…”

Yomite stopped in his tracks and outstretched his hand without saying anything.

“…”

“…Alright, I get it. How much do you want?”

Yomite stopped and raised his right hand, showing five fingers.

“Five? Five thousand Mora?”

“Five…million Mora,” Yomite corrected.

“You’re out of your damn mind.” The nun quickly put up a hand and shook her head at Yomite’s offer.

“Considering you attacked me, my arm is broken, and my back hurts and my leg hurts and my foot hurts and my—” he started to list off all his injuries that were fake, even going as far as making up body parts he didn’t have.

“You’re insufferable. I didn’t even manage to hit you. You’re a scroundrel.”

“…”

“…”

“Argh! My knee hurts! Argh! Somebody help!”

Rosaria stood there motionless while watching Yomite writhe in pain while standing for several seconds. Then finally, she gave in.

“Fine, five million, then. You’re the hero who protected this city, yet you’re acting like this. I have no words.” Rosaria said with obvious distaste in her voice.

She began counting the Mora with a heavy sigh on her lips.

After Rosaria handed over the cash, Yomite grinned widely with glee—

“Thank you, thank you for the charitable donation! This poor hero is…well…poor and suffering from poverty…as he steals from the wealthy and gives away everything to the poor.”

This world was amazing after all!

His name was well known, so all he needed to do to earn Mora, was to let people attack him, beat them up and steal their money!

That way he would never run out! This was as if he’d won a small lottery.

He would love to meet Childe a couple of more times…