The time had come—the appointed moment arranged by the Tenryou Commission for the meeting with Inazuma's deity.
"Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou, the fate of Inazuma rests entirely in your hands."
These were the words from the head of the Kamisato family to the old uncle.
The head of the Kamisato family personally helped the old uncle don a set of purple general's armor in full Inazuman style.
After all, as the Tenryou Commission, they were the cultural leaders, and designing an outfit befitting Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou had taken considerable effort and thought.
The old uncle didn't really want to say much.
This gear was really heavy.
The inner lining of the pants was manageable, but the layers that came next were a lot.
A full set of purple-toned inner armor robes—it was already getting a bit hot.
Then the leg greaves added weight to his feet, reducing flexibility.
Double-layered skirt armor increased the burden again; an ordinary person would feel their body noticeably heavier.
The breastplate pressed iron slabs right against the body.
Paired with double-layered shoulder guards, even lifting his arms carried a sense of heaviness.
Then came the outer chest armor with additional decorative iron pieces—but to match Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou's status, they were made solid to display his valor.
Next, the armor was bound with cords and welded at the waist to prevent it from coming loose.
Then arm guards were added to the forearms—yet another layer of iron.
And the cape... it was as heavy as a blanket...
Finally, the full helmet...
After putting on the entire purple suit of armor, the old uncle felt that—without using his Vision—his movement speed had been slowed by at least forty percent.
If this were himself before receiving the blessing of the Frostbearing Tree, just being able to keep walking would have been impressive. An ordinary person might collapse after a few steps in this.
At this moment, the old uncle also had an additional horizontal sword at his waist.
It was ceremonial equipment, though that didn't mean it couldn't be used to cut someone down.
But when facing the Raiden Shogun...
Whether there was chainmail or not probably made no difference at all.
At that moment, the wind was carrying the sounds from outside to the old uncle...
"Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou is at the Tenryou Commission? We should have known earlier! He kills people and then even holds funerals for them?"
"Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou has arrived!"
"Thank you, Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou, for slaying the beast that murdered my son..."
"Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou!"
"Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou on high, please bless my son to pass the civil service exam and secure a government position this year..."
"Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou on high, please ensure today's harvest goes undisturbed..."
The old uncle didn't know what to say.
He simply looked through the narrow gap in the carriage window carrying him and saw the countless eyes outside filled with hopeful, earnest longing...
"Old uncle, are you nervous?"
Little Eula—now dressed in a Mondstadt knight's outfit—asked this.
"It's alright. At least now I know exactly what I need to do."
When he stepped down from the carriage, the old uncle realized just how truly heavy this outfit was.
Tenshukaku stood right in front of him; from here on, the carriage could go no further.
Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou could only walk the rest of the way on foot, and each step felt profoundly weighty.
Beside him walked the blue-haired noble young lady, following at Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou's side.
Compared to the solemn, imposing figure of Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou, this blue-haired girl appeared somewhat petite, yet her cool and aloof aura made her impossible to overlook.
In the eyes of Inazuma's people, this strangely dressed young lady was the shrine maiden responsible for communication at Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou's side.
What kind of looks did the soldiers guarding Tenshukaku give to Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou?
Their expressions were numb. They simply knew that today a very important figure had arrived—one who had little to do with them.
Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou pushed open the great doors.
He faced directly the awe-inspiring radiance of thunder.