'Inazuma, the secluded land of the Raiden Shogun'. Towering cliffs that had bright red maple leaves and delicate pink sakura blossom trees scattered across the top of the archipelagos. The once infamous land of eternity was now a stunning yet pathetic nation. "I, Tartaglia am coming after you brat," He steadily gets off the boat, landing in the gritty trackless sand. "Good luck Sir!" The fatui sailor waved, she smiled slightly, perhaps hoping that her action would bring comfort to her superior. "No enemy will stop me, no need to worry", Chide gives a slight smile. He cared a lot more than the other ten harbingers about their subordinates, most likely because he was one of the more lenient out of all of them.

Leather boots sink into the sand that eventually meets the grass covered land, an upwards sloping path lead up the top of the cliffs was welcoming him. Bright red torri gates along the path, a much brighter red than those that mortals shed.

There were a few locations that Scaramouche could be, And most likely not on the main island where Inazuma City was. With a stroke of his hand a map appeared in front of him of Inazuma as a whole. The balladeer was pretty unpredictable but so was Her Majesty. He would never expect someone lower than him to come after him. Kannazuka, Yashiori Island, Watasumi island had too much civilisation to hide from, it's where Inazuma soldiers congregate like pests. On the other hand Tsurumi Island and Seirai Island weren't exactly the most suited to be walking through. Considering he must be alone he couldn't have gone too far. "Watasumi Island it is then," Childe stretched his arms, placing them behind his head. It was technically The Raiden Shogun's land that she ruled upon, however, a priestess owned the land. This meant none of the Shogun's soldiers would find him. Tartaglia was still stumped on one major factor though, how did he have the gnosis if La Signora was with her the whole time. He let out a sigh, giving up on theorising and instead only concentrating on the main task at hand. Find the Balladeer—Take the Gnosis—Return to Her Majesty. How and what he did to complete this mission was completely up to him. A sadistic smirk plastered his face, he bit down on his thumb to calm up the built up blood lust he had. Childe puts the map away and continues focusing on his surroundings, perhaps some village folk would be willing to lend him a hand.

When he reached the top of a cliff there was a small village, perfect. Seemingly an innocent and conserved village, it must hold some disgusting secrets. "Big brother! Your hair colour is so strange!" A young child came up to him holding a handmade ball, a few other children hiding behind a bush and gawking at him. "Aha! Indeed, do you have anywhere to stay in this cute village, or a shop," Tartaglia smiled softly, he was fond of children and enjoyed their liveliness. It reminded him of home. "We usually don't have visitors, but there's a booboo shop and a general goods shop!" The child jumped up and down, pointing towards a wooden house and a small stall. "Thank you comrade!" He handed the little boy a pouch of mora, waving good bye and walking towards the 'booboo shop' which was most likely a pharmacy. "Woah! See you later big brother!" He jumped with joy and ran towards the other children, waving around the pouch of mora like a madman.

"Welcome young Mister," An old lady greeted him, she was sat at the counter, peeling a purple melon with shaky hands. The ginger smiled and looked around the pharmacy. Scaramouche was most likely stronger than him in terms of power but his body wasn't meant for extreme physical activity. Childe had the upper hand on stamina and brute strength, but that wouldn't be enough. Typically he doesn't think when it comes to a sparring but getting obliterated immediately would spoil any fun. "Are you looking for something in particular?" The old lady asks as Tartaglia looked dumbfounded in his thoughts. "You don't have poison do you?!" He laughed jokingly, before picking up electro whopper flower nectar, notorious for giving you a kick to wake up. "If that was your intention from the beginning you should've said so, I don't display such dangerous items on the shelves," she reached down under her desk, lifting up a box with assorted bottles of liquid. Tartaglia was taken slightly aback at this, but composed himself and peered into the box. "What do they do?" He asked, none of them had labels on them, or any indication on what they do. "No idea young man, your guess is as good as mine," she pushes the box closer towards him. It could be a scam, a trick for a stupid outsider who will buy anything. That's exactly what he was going to do. He picked up a purple bottle that had metal wires wrapping around the cork, holding it in place and white wax badly sealing it all together. "I'll take this and the whopper flower nectar," he throws down a fairly big bag of mora, "500,000 Mora— keep the change". She was shocked and greedily took the bag of mora, but before she could even say anything to him he had already gone out the door.

I wonder what's in the bottle 😋