Yasuo spent a lot longer in the Freljord than expected.

While teaching Nunu how to play the suona, and carefully guarding the Notai people, Yasuo experienced a relatively complete summer in the Freljord.

Unlike Ionia or Noxus, the summer in Freljord is also cool - although there is no exaggerated snowfall, and the snow will melt in some slightly warmer places, but the large glaciers from the far north

The wind is still bitingly cold.

In addition, the elevation of the entire East Freljord is above the snow line, so the summer here is actually not as warm as the early spring in many places.

Perhaps because of the year-round cold, many plants in the Freljord burst out with amazing energy in the summer. Following the Notai caravan, Yasuo walked through a lot of plains.

, and in many places on these great plains, large seas of flowers have naturally formed.

The plants in the Freljord all have thick stems and leaves, but in this short summer, when they bloom, they fully release their long-saved energy, and the colorful flowers still have a beautiful color in summer.

The cool wind was full of beauty, and Yasuo couldn't help but sigh at the magic of life.

This is the power of life!

This is the miracle of life!

I don’t know whether it was because he lost the Scarlet Moon mask, or because he witnessed the Flower of Life in the North. Yasuo, who taught Nunu how to play the suona along the way, was unexpectedly calm, and he didn’t even need to be deliberate in many cases.

When you meditate, you can feel the cheers and excitement of the wind spirit.

If there's a problem... I'm afraid it's that Sejuani's enthusiasm is a bit too much for Yasuo.

It's not like Yasuo has never experienced being chased from behind, but being chased from behind like this, and even almost being drugged... Yasuo has really never seen this before.

During this period, Sejuani finally realized that she didn't seem to know the name of her future blood alliance, so she asked several times and went through all the trouble to find out. Unfortunately, Yasuo kept everything a secret and didn't say anything. He just said "loser"

He claimed to be a "killer" and did not give Sejuani any opportunity to take advantage of her.

Sejuani really loves her so much that she grits her teeth.

Unknowingly, when the summer in the Freljord came to an end, following the Notai, Yasuo came to the Ornkar Valley again.

The disappearance of the Lost finally attracted the attention of the surrounding tribes, and the Winter's Claw tribe, which received Sejuani's rumors, was the first to boldly expand part of its sphere of influence, including part of the territory that previously belonged to the Lost.

Own hunting ground.

After meeting the Winter's Claw tribe, it means that Yasuo and Sejuani will finally separate - in the summer after the name day, Sejuani can freely leave the tribe to move around, but it will be winter soon.

Between now and the arrival of the heavy snow, she needs to return to the tribe and provide her own strength for the tribe to stock up on supplies for the winter.

Sejuani herself is reluctant to let go, but at this time, she has no choice but to give up. As the future war mother of Winter's Claw, Sejuani will not abandon the tribe because of her emotions.

……………………

"Tell me your name." At the banquet after the Notai and Winter's Claw scouts met, Sejuani hit another straight shot beside the campfire. "At least... we can be considered friends, right?"

"Don't tell me." Yasuo waved his hand, "Since you want to be an excellent war mother, don't think about so much love between children - look at your mother, she is a negative example."

If someone talked about her mother in front of Sejuani, she might be very dissatisfied, but Yasuo clearly mentioned her pain points deliberately, and Sejuani still smiled.

"She and I are different!" Sejuani's face was full of pride, "The person I like is not a down-and-out beast spirit walker who can't even control himself, but a real person who was originally just a spirit walker.

A hero who should exist in legends!"

"...To be honest." Yasuo could only shake his head helplessly after hearing this, "I think I have made my attitude very obvious. I am not a Freljordian, and I already have

Fiancée, why are you still unwilling to let go - you are the future War Mother of Winter's Claw, and what you are doing now is not what a qualified War Mother should do."

"Really?" Sejuani unconsciously combed her long hair, which was almost completely white, while looking at the beeping fire, "But if I can't conquer even one man, how can I?"

How about leading the Winter's Claw to conquer the entire Freljord?"

"This is completely different." Yasuo spread his hands helplessly, "Personal emotions are not war."

"But the truth is clear!" Sejuani was still fighting high. "The year I was born, the Breath of Anivia was colder than ever. All the children in the tribe could not survive the name day. I was the only one who persisted.

Come down."

"..."

“From that time on, I didn’t know what giving up meant—as long as I, Sejuani, set my sights on me, neither the Winter’s Claw nor the entire Freljord could escape!”

Seeing that Sejuani still had no intention of giving up, Yasuo had no choice but to end the conversation - although Sejuani still wanted to ask him his name, Yasuo did not answer after all.

When Sejuani began to pursue her, Yasuo thought about it and finally drew the Shakuhachi.

He called Nunu to beat him, and Yasuo played a rare piece of non-combat music.

"Summer of Kikujiro".

There is no piano, no guitar, and the simple and desolate Shakuhachi makes this piece unexpectedly fit the artistic conception of the Freljord. In this way, Yasuo sees a wider world, hears more ancient legends, and learns

I learned about Freljord's Shangge ballads and met some interesting companions.

Amidst the shakuhachi's voice, Sejuani looked up at the blurry coastline in the distance.

That was the place where I saw him for the first time. He slew a giant tundra ice worm with his sword, and his movements were as neat as a god of war.

With the beat of each note and the gentle breeze blowing, Sejuani seemed to have experienced this summer's journey again - this short but unforgettable journey seemed to be the precious and gorgeous part of the Freljord.

Like the summer before, it was deeply imprinted in Sejuani's heart.

After the song ended, when Sejuani looked up again, the Yasuo people had disappeared - she asked Nunu, but the answer she got was, "The master said he had to leave beforehand."
Chapter completed!