Word Count: 1,992
Series: Genshin Impact
Source: deep Seek 4o, because i want to try (revised and transformed into an aesthetically narrative novel)
My 'What if' I given idea: just a gintama reference
The sun hung high over Liyue Harbor, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets. Aether, Lumine, and Paimon stood near the center of the city, their faces lit with a mix of mischief and determination. Zhongli, ever composed, stood beside them, his arms crossed as he listened to their plan.
"Alright, Zhongli," Aether began, gesturing dramatically. "We need your expertise. Can you make a pillar? But not just any pillar—something sturdy, something... majestic."
Zhongli raised an eyebrow, his amber eyes glinting with curiosity. "A pillar, you say? I suppose that is within my capabilities. May I ask what purpose this serves?"
Lumine grinned, exchanging a glance with her brother. "It's for art. Trust us."
Paimon floated between them, nodding vigorously. "Yeah, yeah! It's gonna be the most beautiful thing Liyue's ever seen!"
With a sigh, Zhongli stepped forward. He raised his hand, and the ground beneath them trembled slightly. A massive stone pillar erupted from the earth, towering over the group. It was perfectly smooth, with intricate carvings that shimmered faintly in the sunlight.
"Perfect!" Lumine clapped her hands. "Now, Aether, let's add the finishing touches."
The twins stepped forward, their hands glowing with elemental energy. With a synchronized motion, they summoned two smaller boulders, placing them carefully at the base of the pillar. The structure now bore an unmistakable resemblance to a certain... anatomical feature.
Paimon tilted her head, floating around the creation. "Uh... is it supposed to look like... that?"
Aether smirked. "It's not that. It's the Armstrong Cannon. A symbol of power and beauty."
Lumine nodded solemnly. "Exactly. But it's not complete yet. It needs... wings."
Meanwhile, the citizens of Liyue had begun to gather, murmuring among themselves. Ningguang crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. "What exactly are they trying to accomplish here?" she asked, glancing at Keqing.
Keqing shrugged, her face a mix of confusion and mild embarrassment. "I... don't think I want to know."
Beidou, on the other hand, burst out laughing. "Well, it's certainly... creative!"
Back at the scene, Aether had already dashed off, returning moments later with Neuvillette in tow. The Hydro user looked slightly bewildered but willing to help.
"Neuvillette," Aether said, pointing toward the horizon. "We need you to aim your water jets in that direction. Can you do that?"
Neuvillette blinked. "I... suppose? But why—"
"No time to explain!" Lumine interrupted, already summoning Sucrose. The alchemist adjusted her glasses, looking curiously at the twins.
"Sucrose," Lumine said, her eyes sparkling. "We need butterfly wings. Can you make them?"
Sucrose hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I-I think so. Let me try." She waved her hands, and a swirl of Anemo energy formed, shaping itself into delicate, translucent wings that attached themselves to the pillar.
Neuvillette, still unsure of what was happening, raised his hand. A powerful jet of water erupted from his palm, arcing through the air and landing perfectly at the base of the structure. The water cascaded down, creating a shimmering effect that made the entire creation look as though it were... well, spewing water.
Paimon gasped, her eyes wide. "It's... it's beautiful!"
Aether and Lumine stepped back, admiring their work. The pillar, now adorned with wings and a steady stream of water, stood proudly in the middle of Liyue. To the twins, it was a masterpiece—a symbol of their creativity and teamwork.
"Behold," Aether announced, his voice filled with pride. "The Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon!"
The crowd stared in silence, their faces a mix of awe and confusion. Xiangling tilted her head, squinting at the structure. "Is it... supposed to look like... you know..."
Chongyun sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I think it's best not to ask."
Zhongli, who had been quietly observing the entire time, finally spoke. "While I may not fully understand the... artistic vision behind this creation, I must admit it is... unique."
Lumine grinned, placing a hand on her hip. "That's the point. It's art. Not everyone will get it, but that's okay."
As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the harbor, the twins and Paimon stood together, admiring their work. To them, it was more than just a silly project—it was a memory, a moment of laughter and creativity that they would cherish.
And as the water continued to flow, catching the light of the setting sun, even the people of Liyue couldn't help but admit—it was, in its own strange way, beautiful.
The sun dipped low over Liyue Harbor, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets. The air was filled with the usual hum of activity—vendors calling out their wares, children laughing as they darted between stalls, and the occasional clang of a blacksmith's hammer. But today, all eyes were drawn to the center of the city, where a peculiar structure had risen, commanding attention like a monument to some forgotten god.
The elderly citizens of Liyue, those who had seen the rise and fall of countless trends and fads, gathered around the creation with knowing smiles. One old man, his back bent with age, stroked his beard as he gazed up at the towering pillar flanked by shimmering wings and a cascading waterfall.
"Ah," he said, his voice trembling with nostalgia. "The Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon. It's been a while since I've seen that beauty."
An elderly woman beside him nodded, her eyes misty. "Indeed. Such craftsmanship, such artistry. It brings back memories of the old days."
Nearby, the playable characters of Liyue stood in a loose circle, their expressions ranging from confusion to mild horror. Keqing crossed her arms, her brow furrowed as she studied the structure. "Is this... supposed to be a cannon? It doesn't look like any cannon I've ever seen."
Ningguang, ever composed, raised a hand to her chin, her gaze analytical. "I must admit, I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking at. But if the elders are impressed, perhaps there's more to it than meets the eye."
Beidou, standing a few feet away, burst out laughing. "Oh, come on! You're telling me none of you see it? It's clearly a—" She was cut off by a sharp elbow from Kazuha, who shook his head with a faint smile.
"Let's not... elaborate," Kazuha said diplomatically. "Art is subjective, after all."
Xiangling, ever curious, tilted her head as she examined the structure. "Hmm... it kind of looks like a... uh... never mind." She glanced at Chongyun, who was staring resolutely at the ground, his ears tinged pink.
Meanwhile, Aether, Lumine, and Paimon stood at the base of their creation, their faces glowing with pride. Paimon floated between the twins, dabbing at her eyes with a tiny handkerchief. "It's... it's so beautiful," she sniffled. "Paimon can't believe we actually did it."
Lumine wiped away a fake tear, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's everything we dreamed it would be. The wings, the water, the... the sheer majesty of it all."
Aether placed a hand over his heart, his expression solemn. "This isn't just a structure. It's a symbol. A testament to our creativity, our vision, our... uh... artistic integrity."
The elderly citizens nodded in agreement, their voices rising in a chorus of admiration. "Truly, the Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon is a sight to behold," one man said, his voice filled with reverence.
"It's been decades since I've seen one of these," another added, his eyes shining with tears. "The craftsmanship, the attention to detail... it's flawless."
The playable characters exchanged bewildered glances. "Wait," Keqing said, turning to the elders. "Are you telling me this is... an actual thing? Not just some... bizarre prank?"
The old man chuckled, patting Keqing on the shoulder. "Ah, young one. You have much to learn. The Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon is a legendary creation, a masterpiece of engineering and artistry. It's said that only the most skilled and visionary minds can bring it to life."
Ningguang raised an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. "And where, exactly, does this legend come from?"
The elderly woman smiled enigmatically. "It's a tale as old as Liyue itself. Passed down through generations, whispered in the shadows of the mountains and the depths of the sea. Some say it was created by the gods themselves, a symbol of their power and creativity."
Beidou snorted, unable to contain her laughter. "Yeah, sure. A symbol of something, all right."
As the debate continued, Aether, Lumine, and Paimon stepped back, their hearts swelling with pride. "They don't get it," Lumine said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "But that's okay. True art is often misunderstood."
Aether nodded, his gaze fixed on their creation. "Someday, they'll see. Someday, they'll understand the brilliance of the Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon."
Paimon floated between them, her tiny hands clasped together. "Paimon just hopes they don't try to take it down. It's too beautiful to destroy."
As the sun set, casting a golden glow over the harbor, the structure stood tall and proud, a testament to the twins' vision and the enduring power of art. The elderly citizens continued to marvel at it, their voices filled with nostalgia and admiration. The playable characters, though still confused, couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer audacity of the creation.
And as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Aether, Lumine, and Paimon stood together, their hearts full. For in that moment, they knew they had created something truly special—something that would be remembered for generations to come.
The days that followed were filled with lively discussions and debates. The people of Liyue couldn't stop talking about the Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon. Some saw it as a work of art, others as a bizarre joke, and a few as a profound statement on the nature of creativity.
The elderly citizens, however, remained steadfast in their admiration. They would often gather around the structure, sharing stories and memories of the "good old days" when such creations were more common. "It's a reminder of our heritage," one old man said, his voice filled with pride. "A symbol of the ingenuity and creativity that define Liyue."
The playable characters, though still unsure of what to make of the creation, began to appreciate it in their own way. Keqing, ever the pragmatist, admitted that it had brought the community together. "Love it or hate it," she said, "it's certainly sparked conversation."
Ningguang, ever the strategist, saw an opportunity. "Perhaps we can use it as a tourist attraction," she mused. "People will come from far and wide to see the legendary Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon."
Beidou, of course, found the whole situation hilarious. "I still can't believe they actually built it," she said, shaking her head. "But you've got to admire their dedication."
As for Aether, Lumine, and Paimon, they continued to bask in the glory of their creation. They would often visit the structure, admiring it from different angles and marveling at its beauty. "It's perfect," Lumine said one evening, as the three of them sat on a nearby rooftop, watching the sunset.
Aether nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "It's more than perfect. It's a legacy."
Paimon floated between them, her eyes shining with pride. "Paimon just hopes they never find out what it's really supposed to be."
The twins laughed, their voices echoing through the night. For in that moment, they knew they had created something truly unforgettable—a masterpiece that would stand the test of time, a symbol of their creativity, their vision, and their unbreakable bond.
And as the stars twinkled overhead, the Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon stood tall and proud, a beacon of artistry and imagination in the heart of Liyue.