"Me..."
The old man showed a mischievous grin.
"I have a very good idea, though it's a bit ahead of its time for this era."
Little Ayato and little Sara looked somewhat puzzled.
But little Eula, having traveled by the old man's side for many days, more or less understood what that mischievous grin meant.
The old man was probably looking to stir up some fun again—who knows whose influence this came from.
"Is that so? Then it sounds like it'll be quite an extraordinary story... What are you planning to write?"
Little Ayato had come to understand the old man somewhat. This old man liked to downplay big advantages as small ones and treat small disadvantages as major ones.
A bit ahead of its time...
That meant at the very least ahead by an entire era.
"I'll write it out first, I'll write it out first."
The old man waved his hand, looking rather mysterious.
It seemed that until it was actually done, the old man wasn't going to say a single word about it.
So, under the old man's arrangement, everyone began writing their stories—or more accurately...
They began thinking about their story outlines?
Little Eula appeared quite relaxed. Having settled on her idea early in the day, she directly started writing a segment about a Mondstadt girl traveling through Liyue and encountering a young Liyue noble who had come out to conduct business.
Little Ayato progressed smoothly as well, but not entirely smoothly.
Because at that moment, his dear mother and adorable little sister were tugging at his sleeve, asking what he planned to write.
Upon learning that little Ayato had no ideas yet, they simply turned him into their personal word-processing big brother.
They began making suggestions to little Ayato based on their own ideas...
Looking at the helpless yet doting smile little Ayato gave his mother and sister,
it was hard to say anything else, but the old man felt that little Ayato was probably going to end up writing in the female-oriented genre.
Hmm... The young lady Ayako writing female-oriented stories—wait, no, Miss Gorou—wait, Miss Gorou, someone has already beaten you to it.
In the end, the only one left feeling troubled was little Sara.
"Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou, what do you think I should write about?"
This child had absolutely no ideas, and no one had offered her any direction.
"This... Well, the old man isn't really sure how to say it, but I've thought of a story that would suit you very well..."
The old man naturally didn't refuse. Since little Sara had come asking for help, of course he had to prepare a good idea for her.
He then pulled paper and a brush out from little Ayato's sleeve, stood up, used a board as support, and wrote down a title...
The Tyrannical Shogun Falls for Me.
Afterward, the old man glanced at the serious-looking little Sara beside him.
He felt that this might still be too stimulating for the child right now, so he blacked it out and changed it to another name.
The Tengu Girl's Two or Three Things She Has to Say About the Raiden Shogun
Uh... The title sounded very light-novel-ish, but was it really appropriate?
The old man crossed it out again, lifted his brush, and revised it once more.
Chronicles of the Narukami
Hmm... This one felt just right.
Although back before he crossed over, a title like this would have been completely generic and forgettable on the roadside.
But in the current early-stage environment of Yae Publishing House, where novels were still in their pioneering phase, this title instead came across as grand, sophisticated, and highly attractive.
You could say that right now, novels were truly in an era of opening new frontiers.
As long as someone pioneered a genre, they would become the founder of the school.
"Chronicles of the Narukami... This title is very good... but what exactly should I write about?"
The old man smiled, simply extending his left hand with the palm facing up.
"I can't interfere with that part. But I can help you. Come, place your hand on my palm~"
This was the small relaxation technique that Yumemizuki Mizuki had used in the Genshin Impact storyline during the dream sequence.
Hand-to-hand contact counted as quite an intimate yet still polite and comfortable zone for social interaction.