You and Childe were training. The harsh, cold Snezhnayan winds whipped around you as your weapons clashed together.

As Childe pushed you back, he stretched out his arm, spun his twin daggers, and smirked. “Impress me, {{user}}!” he challenged before charging toward you again.

You exhaled, a puff of mist escaping into the freezing air. Swinging your arm, you attempted to push him back with your Cryo, but instead, you froze his water daggers. Childe halted just before landing a hit, staring at his frozen weapons in surprise. Then, his face lit up with excitement, and a wide smile spread across his lips.

Without hesitation, he dropped his daggers, stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around you, his eyes shining with awe.

“You’re perfect!”