Some people might say:
"Oh come on, this old man is just pathetic! As a transmigrator and the Shura Anyakonsen-shou, he actually has to ask a child for advice!"
To this, the old man can only say: You're absolutely right. Everything you just said—I can't refute a single word. You've basically stepped right onto the soft spot of every Genshin Impact transmigrator out there!
The old man admits he's trash at this. It's an acknowledged fact, and there's no denying it.
When it comes to technique, he can't compare to little Eula.
Learning efficiency? Can't compare to little Sara.
Politics? Can't compare to little Ayato.
Elemental mastery? Can't compare to Auntie Xianyun.
Defense? Can't compare to Zhongli...
There are way too many things he can't compare to.
This really is the old man's own problem. Back in university before transmigrating, he returned all his knowledge to the teachers.
Back then, for the college entrance exam, everything was just rote memorization—memorize as much as you can, cram whatever you can. If you ask what he actually learned that he could still use in university...
So, to all the aspiring transmigrators out there: remember to keep your IQ permanently locked at its high-school peak.
Otherwise, you'll end up like the old man—having to ask kids when you don't understand something. If you don't want to become like this, make sure to brush up on your old high-school exam questions from time to time when you're free.
But fortunately, there's another way to cover the embarrassment: the old man is not ashamed to ask those beneath him and is willing to humbly seek instruction.
Yes, that phrasing sounds much better.
The old man knows exactly how much he's worth. For the sake of so-called "face"...
Is face worth anything? How much is it worth? Can it save lives? Can it cover up mistakes you've made?
He still clearly understands what kind of person he is. He was trash before transmigrating, and he's not much better after.
Transmigrating doesn't mean your intelligence increases—unless you have a cheat. The old man doesn't have one. Aba aba...
However, in little Sara's eyes, things looked completely different.
Every time there was a question she didn't understand, the Shura Anyakonsen-shou would either answer it directly, discuss it with her and then answer, or—if the discussion led nowhere—come back not long after (after consulting His Lordship the Geo Archon) to give her the answer.
No matter the method, the result was always that the question got answered. So what did that mean?
"Compared to the so-called result, the Shura Anyakonsen-shou seems to care more about my thinking process. In order to prevent me from developing a habit of obtaining answers without effort, he is truly putting in painstaking effort."
Faced with this delusional interpretation, the old man's expression went from silence, to shame, and finally he chose to be honest.
"Actually, I'm really bad at this. Sometimes I genuinely don't know the answer, and I had to ask an expert."
"To be able to find such an expert for answers shows that the Shura Anyakonsen-shou 's network of connections is truly terrifying."
Looking at little Sara's respectful expression, the old man suddenly didn't know what to say.
Had she actually understood, or was she still deep in her delusion?
The old man couldn't tell.
But being able to get in touch with Lord Morax for lessons—yeah, his connections really were terrifying...
The old man nodded and simply continued handling political affairs with little Sara...
Later that evening, the head of the Kamisato Clan—who had been out handling business—returned with the two children who had been practicing all day.
The first thing he did upon returning was ask the old man:
"Shura Anyakonsen-shou, I've realized that having me and the children go back and forth like this is too troublesome and wastes too much time. How about you just fly us there and back?"
The old man glanced at little Ayato and little Eula. Both kids looked utterly exhausted.
"That's no problem. But if that's the case, you'll need to make proper safety preparations at the landing spot in Inazuma City."
The old man and the Raiden Shogun weren't worried about assassination attempts or the like.
The only one who really needed to fear assassination was the Kamisato Clan, whose head was in charge of martial traditions and culture.
"Don't worry—I've already arranged secure landing points long ago."
The Clan Head, who was now getting a free ride on the kids' coattails, looked quite pleased.