After little Sara placed her hand on the old man's palm, the old man signaled to everyone around to keep quiet for a moment.
"Alright~ Now close your eyes..."
Little Sara obediently closed her eyes.
"You don't need to think too much. Just try to feel the sound of the wind around you..."
"The wind sounds a little gentle..."
"You can hear a little fox wandering through the woods..."
"Right now, the forest leaves are very green, and there are little squirrels scampering along the branches..."
"The birds on the branches are playing with a little tanuki..."
Seeing that little Sara's expression had completely relaxed, the old man began to let Anemo elemental power swirl gently around her...
"At this moment, it seems a big thing has arrived."
"It's roaring... It's furious..."
"All the creatures in the forest start to flee,"
"You want to step forward to stop the big thing,"
"Even if this journey means never returning, then so be it..."
"You stand in front of the big thing, watching that mountain-like creature bearing down on you..."
"You know you cannot retreat, because everyone is right behind you."
"But just as that mountain comes crashing down..."
"A bolt of lightning falls from the sky..."
The old man watched as little Sara entered the state and her Vision began to shine with exceptional brilliance.
He knew then that it had worked.
The rest of the story would have to be something little Sara came up with on her own.
So the old man raised a thin layer of wind barrier around little Sara's body.
"Alright, no need to worry for now. Little Sara probably can't hear us speaking anymore."
If there were no issues with the idea, little Sara would likely end up writing about the Raiden Shogun as she existed in her own heart.
With that, pretty much everyone else had an idea for their novel now.
That left only the old man's turn.
As everyone knows, for a book to become popular, in addition to the author having a good title, cover, and content, the factor of the era is also extremely important.
For example, the title Chronicles of the Narukami mentioned earlier—back before crossing over, readers who had already tasted the fine details would probably not even glance at it.
But in the current era, where no real genres or schools have been established yet, it was just perfect.
The old man, however, was looking even further ahead...
Ten years from now, Lord Morax planned to retire. The era that followed would be called the age of humanity...
So why not write a story about humans replacing gods in ruling the world?
After all, when writing novels, you can brag however you want.
Hmm...
Although right now it looked like the old man was working for the Electro Archon...
It did seem that humans really could replace gods in ruling.
Never mind, that wasn't important.
In any case, over in Liyue, people probably wouldn't even dare to imagine such a thing.
Since this was Inazuma, he might as well play the role of a fictional historian!
Directly fabricating ancient history for Liyue...
Then, ten years from today, a single bullet would strike the version of me living in Liyue ten years later!
To fit the light-novel atmosphere here in Inazuma...
And after thinking about the neighboring Honkai Impact 3rd...
Finally, on the old man's paper, the title had appeared.
Just looking at this thing forged through the accumulation and trials of time, the old man knew that even if his judgment was wrong and it didn't become popular, he still had to write it.
Little Eula leaned in close beside the old man, her tone carrying a hint of confusion.
"Old man, you've only just started writing the title for the first chapter—how come you've already decided on the title for the very last chapter?"
"Because while your stories are just beginning, the old man has already seen the final fate of this book."
"Huh?"
Little Eula looked completely baffled.
But the old man had already switched to a fresh sheet of paper.
"No need to say more. Little Eula, quick—old man wants to keep learning how to draw. Keep teaching me!"
"You should probably keep practicing your writing first..."
Little Eula looked quite helpless, but what could she do? She could only go along with it for now.