"Of course I’m here to keep an eye on that energetic little sun down there!"
Venti made no attempt to hide it and pointed directly at Klee, who was busy tinkering with her bombs below.
"I’m genuinely afraid she’ll get carried away and blast another Stormterror’s Lair into Mondstadt."
"Fair enough. I completely understand how you feel."
Kamisato Satoru thought about some of the legendary exploits Klee’s mother, Alice, had left behind.
Crazy ideas like capturing Hilichurls and turning them into perpetual-motion machines were certainly enough to give even a god a headache.
"Venti, let me borrow your Gnosis and touch it for a bit. In exchange, I’ll completely take care of that huge problem called Dvalin for you. How about it?"
As long as he could absorb the Gnosis’s energy, his synchronization progress should increase by at least ten percent.
"You even know the secret of the Gnosis?"
The smile on Venti’s face briefly froze, and his gaze grew somewhat deeper.
Seeing through his identity had already been surprising enough. Yet even across all of Teyvat, there were very few people who knew of the Gnoses’ existence.
"Of course. I heard about it from that pink-haired fox."
Kamisato Satoru had previously considered borrowing the Electro Archon’s Gnosis from Yae Miko, but that fox was far too cunning and had refused him.
"Oh, you mean that little fox from Inazuma!"
Venti immediately looked enlightened, a hint of nostalgia entering his eyes.
Of the old friends who had once gathered together to drink to their hearts’ content, only a few remained now.
"So? Have you made up your mind? Your Anemo Gnosis in exchange for me taking care of Dvalin."
"What choice do I have? After all, I’m nothing but a weak, defenseless little god now."
"Here you go. Just make sure you don’t lose it, all right?"
Venti put on a helpless, pitiful expression as he spoke.
A glowing object resembling an emerald chess piece slowly rose from his hand.
Dense Anemo energy pulsed continuously around the piece, scattering dreamlike showers of emerald light through the air.
It was remarkably beautiful.
The corners of Kamisato Satoru’s mouth twitched.
Even if this guy was no longer at his peak, the number of beings in all of Teyvat capable of actually hurting him could probably be counted on one hand.
"Thanks, buddy."
Kamisato Satoru thanked him and carefully accepted the Gnosis.
The instant he touched it, he seemed to feel countless different winds blowing from every corner of the world.
There were raging hurricanes and gentle breezes.
But more than anything else, there was an unfettered sense of freedom.
[Template Synchronization Progress increased by 10%.]
[Current Template: Satoru Gojo (Progress: 88.8%)]
[Currently Unlocked: Six Eyes, Limitless, Blue, Red, Reverse Cursed Technique, Hollow Technique: Purple.]
An unmistakable trace of delight flashed through Kamisato Satoru’s eyes.
Just as he’d expected, not only had that ultimate technique finally been unlocked, but the amount of Cursed Energy within him had also undergone a qualitative leap.
He’d never exactly worried about running out of Cursed Energy before, but who would ever complain about having even more?
Now, less than 1.2 percent remained before he could unlock the next mysterious template.
As long as he dealt with Stormterror next, or perhaps went to test himself against that giant wolf, it should be enough to close the final gap.
After all, he had reached a critical point in his advancement. Ordinary cannon-fodder monsters could no longer provide any meaningful improvement.
Without the slightest reluctance, Kamisato Satoru casually tossed the precious Gnosis back to Venti.
To him, aside from helping boost his synchronization progress, the thing was currently little more than a particularly attractive piece of art.
Better to leave it for that woman named Rosalyne to come along later and put on her little "heart-to-heart" performance.
"Judging by your expression, you must be very satisfied with what you gained."
Venti casually put away his Gnosis and gave him a meaningful look.
"Very much so. I feel almost frighteningly strong right now."
Kamisato Satoru smiled confidently.
He felt that, in his current state, he should be capable of going toe-to-toe with one of The Seven at their peak.
"When the time comes, just call for me. I’ll keep my end of the deal."
"Although the person who can truly help Dvalin find himself again will probably have to be someone else."
They hadn’t signed any written agreement, but Kamisato Satoru was a man who kept his word.
"No problem. But when you go to subdue Dvalin, could you maybe... go just a tiny bit easier on him?"
"That punch you gave him last time hurt just to watch."
Venti looked at him pleadingly.
Kamisato Satoru leisurely put his sunglasses back on, the corner of his mouth curling upward.
"That depends on whether the big dragon behaves himself. If he’s willing to cooperate, naturally I’ll be a little gentler."
"...Fine. Do whatever you want."
Venti thought about how Dvalin had been driven mad by the torment of that tainted blood.
If they didn’t thoroughly beat him into submission first, communicating with him probably really would be impossible.
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