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"Master!?"
Somewhere in Mondstadt City, Childe currently was in the state of pure panic. He awkwardly tried to back away from his master, Skirk who walked closer to him with a creepy fake smile, armed with Luxurious Sea-Lord.
"Hello, Ajax! Today's weather is very nice, isn't it?" Skirk greeted her disciple.
"Master...what are you...doing here?" Childe asked.
"It should be me who ask that question, Ajax" Skirk replied. "In fact, I was never expecting you to hide in Monstadt"
"Master, let me expla-"
"Let me remind you again it's useless to run away from me" Skirk threatened. "There will be terrible consenquences for skipping and avoiding our precious sparring sessions"
Skirk was more than ready to punish him.
"Any last words, Ajax?"
That's it. Now Childe was screwed.
...
Soon, the Traveler Twins and Paimon finally arrived at the location.
But what had they never expecting was when they spotted Skirk was beating Childe non-stop.
"What the!?" the Traveler Twins were completely surprised.
"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" Childe screamed in pain.
"YOU BAD BOY! NOW I'M GOING TO DISCIPLINE YOU FOR GOOD!" Skirk yelled.
"HELP ME, COMRADES! MY OWN MASTER IS BULLYING ME!" Childe desperately reached for his friends for help.
The Traveler Twins however only exchanged looks in confusion.
"Sorry for interrupting your time with your pupil, Skirk!" Aether smiled awkwardly.
"We'll come back later after we visited the cathedral!" Lumine added.
They finally abandoned Childe to the mercy of Skirk, much to the young Harbringer's own horror.
"Can Paimon have some delicious breads?" Paimon requested.
"AETHER! LUMINE! NOOOOO!" Childe cried in despair.
"SHUT UP!" Skirk kept beating him.
How unlucky was he today. He had to face another episode of torment from Skirk, again.
The end.