Hu Tao: "Wait wait wait—he got a Vision?! A Hydro one?! Did I misread that?!"
Keqing: "Unbelievable. He's… he's actually eligible now."
Ningguang: "It seems the gods will not dismiss pure obsession. No matter how bizarre the source."
Nahida: "He truly adores Furina's elegance... her jade leg is just a symbol. A symbol of unreachable grace."
Ganyu: "I… I don't know what to say. It's impressive, but also a little terrifying…"
Yae Miko: "Now it gets interesting. With a Vision in hand, what's next—does he ascend or implode?"
Navia: "Lady Furina, he worships your leg so devoutly—maybe… you should marry him?"
Furina: "NAVIA! "
---
The crowd was stunned. Aamon had somehow earned a Hydro Vision, not through heroics, nor justice—but pure, unyielding focus.
It was passion sharpened by calculation.
Beauty twisted into obsession.
And now… elemental resonance.
With Hydro in his hand, and fire in his veins, Aamon was no longer a background soul.
He was now part of Tayvat's magic.
Furina's eyes will meet his eventually.
Not as an audience member.
But as a potential chaotic match.
---
No one expected it.
Not the divine.
Not the spectators.
And certainly not Furina.
---
The live feed overflowed with disbelief. Aamon had obtained a Hydro Vision—something only elemental resonance or divine favor could bestow.
Not through heroism.
Not through sacrifice.
But through sheer obsession.
Obsession with her elegance.
Obsession with her presence.
Obsession with the jade leg that had dethroned his sanity.
---
Inside Murphine Spire, Furina didn't rage this time.
She stared.
Brows furrowed.
Lips pursed.
That soft blue glow of the Vision reflected in her eyes—not as a mockery, but as a message.
"He's no longer a peasant..."
"Now... he's a player."
What unsettled her wasn't the Vision itself.
It was the weight of its meaning.
Aamon hadn't stolen it. He hadn't begged for it.
Teyvat gave it to him.
And that meant something.
---
Divine Commentary:
Nahida: "If identity is written by will... then his was carved by fire dressed as water."
Yae Miko: "Leg-powered love story entering mythic territory. I approve."
Neuvillette (silent, but watching): 🫥
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Inside Murphine Spire, under the wash of sunlight—
Furina sat still, speechless.
Her gaze drifted slowly to her own legs—perfectly straight, elegantly slender, bathed in golden light. The soft gleam haloing the skin made them look almost ethereal.
"Did… he really get a Vision because of this?"
The idea sounded ridiculous.
Yet the evidence was glowing.
A Hydro Vision, gifted to someone whose singular drive was… well, disturbingly specific.
"How obsessed must he be to make the system listen?"
For the first time, Furina didn't rage. She didn't scoff.
She wondered.
That strange mortal—Aamon—who once seemed like a delusional background character, now shimmered with potential. The Vision changed everything. Status, capability, possibility.
And somehow… it made her heartbeat flutter.
---
Meanwhile, back in his rental room—
Aamon watched the simulation with a sweaty grin.
"No way. I actually got one? A Hydro Vision?! I'm in!!"
He chuckled, wiped his forehead, and peeked deeper under the covers, his eyes glued to the scene.
He knew his real self wasn't like this.
But the simulation? The simulation was wild.
And it was working.
---
The simulation pulsed with revelation.
Aamon stared into the glow of his newly acquired Hydro Vision, still stunned by its meaning.
[To obtain a Vision, one must possess an obsession beyond mortal reach. Especially for Hydro—it demands a dream pursued across a lifetime.]
And now, somehow... Aamon had one.
He chuckled in disbelief, watching the simulation unfold.
"So my lifelong dream… was Furina's leg?"
He swallowed the embarrassment. Because despite the insanity, the facts were clear:
- He now bore a Hydro Vision.
- His devotion—absurd as it sounded—was pure and unyielding.
- And this gave him status.
Simulation Progress:
[With the Vision awakened, a new goal blooms: Become a bodyguard.]
Not just any bodyguard—but one close enough to be Furina's shadow.
He didn't want glory.
He wanted access.
To her schedule.
Her world.
Her heartbeat.
---
Divine Lounge erupts:
Hu Tao: "He's going career-mode. Does he even care about anything besides legs??"
Keqing: "This entire arc is bizarre, yet surprisingly structured."
Nahida: "If this is what Hydro Dreams are made of… maybe we need new standards."
Yae Miko: "I can't decide if this is romantic or terrifying."
Furina: "Leg-powered destiny. Fantastic. Maybe I should hire him just to keep an eye on him."
---
Murphine Spire, day three of nonstop shouting.
Aamon stood at the base of the grand tower, yelling upward toward the topmost suite.
"Let me be your bodyguard!"
"I'll defend you with my soul, my strategy, and my legs—uh, loyalty!"
Guards scoffed.
Pedestrians winced.
Birds left the premises entirely.
At first, the guards tried to chase him off.
But soon, they gave up. His shamelessness was formidable.
He'd become a fixture—like a streetlamp powered by desperation.
Yet despite his persistence… Furina never appeared.
No shadow behind the curtains.
No reply.
No messenger descending the grand steps.
"Why?" he whispered. "Even if she won't accept me, I thought she'd at least acknowledge me…"
It gnawed at him.
Because Furina was known to be kind—even if prideful.
Why hadn't she responded?
---
He finally learned the truth from a sympathetic guard:
"Furina hasn't seen any of this. She's been off-site for days."
"She's at the central court reviewing Vision manifest files. There was… a new case flagged."
Aamon froze.
"They're investigating me...?"
Suddenly, the silence wasn't rejection.
It was preparation.
Furina hadn't ignored him.
She was analyzing him—his Vision, his motive, his emergence.
And when she returned...
She would have an answer.
---
Aamon had stood outside Murphine Spire for days. Rain, sun, stares—he endured it all.
And when Furina finally returned, radiant as ever, he sprinted straight toward her.
No hesitation.
No finesse.
Just raw devotion wrapped in desperation.
To his relief, Furina recognized him—vaguely—from the opera debacle. So she didn't immediately push him away.
And that sliver of mercy? Aamon seized it.
---
He spoke quickly. Fervently.
- Introduced his newly-awakened Hydro Vision
- Highlighted his "strategic mind" and fearlessness
- Declared his ultimate dream: to protect her personally
"Let me be your bodyguard, Lady Furina!"
"If any creature dares approach you—even a stray dog—I'll slap it twice and ask it what moral code it violated!"
Furina blinked.
The guards gasped.
Some citizens whispered.
Aamon stood tall, face sweaty, eyes ablaze—not with lust, but with purpose.
---
Divine Lounge lit up again:
Nahida: "He's not just passionate—he's performing loyalty now."
Yae Miko: "From leg-thirst to divine knight… the evolution is absurdly poetic."
Navia: "Slapping innocent dogs for loyalty? I… kinda admire the madness."
Furina: "I am surrounded by maniacs. The world is truly drowning."
---
She didn't expect it.
Not the honesty.
Not the ridiculous pledges.
Not the awkward way he blurted promises of slapping stray dogs to protect her honor.
But Furina laughed.
Not mockery—genuine amusement.
Aamon's sincerity, strange humor, and earnest desperation cracked something in her.
And maybe… just maybe… she saw past the madness.
---
Furina's final verdict?
"Fine. You're hired."
She considered her status, the difficulty of finding loyal protectors… and the peculiar glow in Aamon's eyes when he spoke of guarding her.
So it happened:
- He became a bodyguard of Fontaine's Water Archon
- Leg dreams… somehow translated into security work
- Aamon, once powerless, was now stationed beside divinity
---
Divine Banter Returns:
Hu Tao: "HE DID IT?! Bro went from leg simp to royal shield in 9 chapters!"
Keqing: "Even I wouldn't have predicted this ending… and I simulate future probabilities."
Yae Miko: "This romance is so chaotic, I might write a scroll about it."
Furina: "This is not romantic. This is operational chaos. And I allowed it."
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