The winds of Teyvat once blew wild and unshackled across the plains of Mondstadt, carrying dandelion seeds and the melodies of bards. They brushed the blue ripples of Cider Lake and swept over the mountain peaks of Windrise. Today, however, the breeze now reeks of alien rust and dust, mingled with the low, thunderous beat of war drums from a distant land—rhythmic as the very heartbeat of the earth.
The Tiger of Kai, Takeda Shingen, led his Red Armor Legion like a searing tide of iron, crushing all resistance that stood in their path across Mondstadt’s plains. The Knights of Favonius were routed in the initial, bloodiest field battles. Acting Grand Master Jean Gunnhildr retreated with her remaining troops and civilians into Mondstadt City, clinging to desperate defense behind the high walls of the City of Freedom, sustained by the city’s ramparts and the (perhaps) blessing of the Anemo Archon. Save for a handful of stubborn strongholds, the vast lands of Mondstadt had already fallen into enemy hands.
Shingen made no haste to launch an immediate all-out assault on Mondstadt City. A strategist well-versed in the precepts of Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain, he knew full well the importance of consolidating his foothold. The lands surrounding Mondstadt—especially the vast stretches linking Liyue’s trade routes and overlooking Dawn Winery—were wide and undeveloped. To Shingen, this was no barren wasteland, but a perfect canvas upon which to paint his grand military ambitions.
It was at this moment that one of his most brilliant generals emerged: Toyotomi Hideyoshi, a man as radiant as the rising sun, yet crafty and possessed of astounding drive and resolve. He put forth a plan bold enough to border on absurdity.
“My Lord Shingen,” Hideyoshi’s ever-smiling face blazed with excitement, “Mondstadt’s plains stretch endless and empty—ideal ground to raise fortresses and secure our base. Grant me but one night. Only one night, and I shall raise a new castle of the Takeda clan standing tall upon this land!”
Shingen stroked his goatee, his sharp gaze weighing Hideyoshi’s words. He knew this man’s gift for turning the impossible into reality. “One night? Kinoshita… no, Toyotomi. You know this is no trivial jest. Succeed, and our rear shall be secure. Fail, and our morale will shatter.”
“I shall not fail you, my Lord!” Hideyoshi bowed deeply.
And so, an unprecedented miracle of construction unfolded across Teyvat under the cover of night. Toyotomi Hideyoshi unleashed his unmatched talent for organization and mobilization. He commanded a massive corps of engineers, enlisted countless surrendered and conscripted Mondstadt laborers, and even bent to his will Teyvat’s native elemental lifeforms: Hilichurl Rock Shamans capable of hauling boulders, and Ruin Guards controlled by special talismans. Tirelessly they swung their colossal arms, serving as living cranes.
Flames lit up the night sky as bright as day. Chants, the thud of rammed earth, and the scrape of cutting timber wove together into a grand, peculiar symphony. Figures swarmed like weaving threads, carts and horses flowed like dragons, elemental radiance blending with mortal sweat. Standing atop a makeshift command platform, Shingen gazed upon the bustling worksite, a look of satisfaction in his eyes. He saw order, efficiency, and above all, Hideyoshi’s almost magical gift for turning chaos into creation.
When the first pale glow of dawn streaked the eastern sky, Mondstadt’s plains had been transformed beyond recognition.
Where once lay empty wilderness, castles rose like bamboo shoots after rain—architecturally alien to Mondstadt, steeped in the distinct charm of Eastern Sengoku-era design. Imperfect and hastily built in places, their towering watchtowers, rugged stone ramparts, and winding moats left no doubt of their pure military purpose.
Escorted by his generals, Shingen rode forth to inspect the fruits of that single night.
Closest to Mondstadt City loomed Creed Citadel, the grandest of them all. Its lofty keep overlooked all lands below, a symbol of unassailable Takeda authority. At its flank stood Red Horse Castle, its walls painted ochre red and garrisoned by mounted cavalry, ready to surge forth like roaring flame. Takeda Maru, stouter in design yet unyieldingly fortified, stood as the clan’s maritime stronghold—though Mondstadt had no sea, it rose beside the lake, fitted with a harbor all the same. Further out lay Takami Castle guarding the highlands, Iwata Plain Castle controlling the crossroads of the plains, and Hiramachi Castle, a gentle lowland hub for regional supplies. More than ten new fortresses dotted the land, each supporting the other in formation, forging an enormous chain encircling and sealing off Mondstadt City.
“Magnificent! Splendid! Exemplary!” Shingen boomed three praises, his voice echoing across the morning air. “Toyotomi, you have not disappointed me! To raise such fortresses in a single night is nothing short of divine miracle!”
Hideyoshi bowed humbly, yet pride glinted in his eyes. “All honor belongs to Lord Shingen’s mighty prestige, and the valor of our warriors.”
“Issue my command!” Shingen waved his hand. “Dispatch troops to garrison each castle at once! Assign command to Baba Nobuharu, Takasaka Masanobu, Naitō Masatoyo and the rest! Let Mondstadt City become an isolated isle in the heart of the storm!”
Orders rang out unyielding. Red Armor cavalry and ashigaru foot soldiers marched swiftly to their new posts, banners fluttering, armor glinting.
To celebrate this unprecedented triumph and the miracle of overnight construction, Shingen decreed a grand feast within the inner keep of newly built Creed Citadel. Nestled deep within the compound was an open-air hot spring, its waters steaming and mist curling into the air. Discovered by Hideyoshi during the castle’s construction, this geothermal spring had been immediately integrated into the keep—a perfect retreat for Shingen to feast and reward his generals.
Night fell once more, yet the air within the citadel no longer hummed with frantic labor, but brimmed with the joy of victory and the rich aroma of wine and feast.
Clad only in loose yukata, Shingen stepped first into the warm spring. One by one, his most trusted generals—Yamagata Masakage, Baba Nobuharu, Takasaka Masanobu, Naitō Masatoyo, and the meritorious Toyotomi Hideyoshi—doffed their armor and joined him. The weariness of long campaigns and the previous night’s endless toil melted away in the steaming waters.
Along the spring’s edge, attendants had set up low tables laden with a lavish banquet. Gone were Mondstadt’s usual roasted meats and dandelion wine; in their place stood an authentic spread of Japanese cuisine. Exquisite lacquerware boxes held sashimi crafted from locally caught Teyvat fish—carefully vetted by army chefs as edible—sliced paper-thin to reveal tender pink and white flesh, paired with freshly grated wasabi and rich soy sauce. At the sushi counter, vinegared rice made from grain seized from Mondstadt’s farmlands was topped with fresh seafood and preserved delicacies. Large casks of sake were cracked open, their mellow rice fragrance mingling with the spring’s sulfur mist to craft a strange, soothing ambiance.
Shingen raised a heavy earthen sake cup, gazing around at the loyal men who had fought beside him through life and death. “Gentlemen! We crossed the sea to this foreign realm, endured bitter battles, and now claim our domain! Most of Mondstadt’s fertile lands are ours to hold! Thanks to Toyotomi’s overnight castle miracle, the Takeda clan stands firmly rooted here! This is heaven’s blessing, and the fruit of your unyielding valor! Now—drink deep!”
“To Lord Shingen!” The generals roared in unison, their voices shaking the rafters, draining their cups in one gulp.
Warmed by the spring’s heat and the sake’s glow, the stern warriors relaxed at last. Baba Nobuharu bit into a fatty tuna sushi, sighing in delight. “The fish of this foreign land is rich and succulent—no less fine than our homeland’s!”
Yamagata Masakage, commander of the Red Armor Legion, favored strong liquor. Downing cup after cup, his cheeks flushed, he declared boldly: “Once we breach Mondstadt City and capture the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, I shall pour sake for Lord Shingen from her very sword!”
Calm and composed, Takasaka Masanobu savored the delicate sweetness of sea bream sashimi, smiling softly. “With such fine food and wine, and this hot spring to soothe our bones, it feels as though we have returned to the spring days of Kai.”
Toyotomi Hideyoshi was the liveliest of all. He ate and drank heartily, refilling cups for Shingen and every senior lord, his witty tales sparking laughter across the gathering. He regaled them with anecdotes and close calls from the night’s construction: coaxing the lumbering Ruin Guards to obey, calming terrified Mondstadt laborers, and countless other tales that filled the air with mirth.
Leaning against the spring’s warm stone edge, Shingen let attendants refill his cup. He listened to his generals’ jovial chatter, staring up at the alien stars hanging in Teyvat’s sky, his heart swelling with boundless ambition. This continent of Teyvat, ruled by seven Archons and blessed with wondrous elemental power, was no different from the chaotic Sengoku era he knew—might makes right, and strategy wins wars. The Anemo Archon Barbatos? Word had it he slumbered long ago. Even should he wake, could his Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain army not stand against a god?
“Gentlemen,” Shingen spoke again, and the feast fell instantly silent, all eyes turning to him in reverence. “Mondstadt City is trapped like a turtle in a jar, yet we must not grow overconfident. We shall rest three days to replenish grain and supplies. Three days hence, I will stand atop the keep of Creed Citadel—and see the Takeda banner of Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain fly over every corner of Mondstadt City!”
“Hai!” The generals responded in thunderous unison, eyes blazing with the fire of conquest.
Steam continued to curl from the spring, sake fragrance lingering thick in the air, feasting and song lasting long into the night. Creed Citadel, the giant fortress risen in a single night, lay coiled like an iron behemoth upon Mondstadt’s soil. Its shadow already stretched far across the plains, falling over the distant city that once worshipped freedom. Takeda Shingen’s ambition burned as hot as the spring’s waters, ready to surge forth and engulf all of Teyvat. For Mondstadt, this night marked the longest, coldest darkness before the fall of freedom.
提瓦特大陆的风，在蒙德的原野上曾经是那般自由不羁，携带着蒲公英的种子与吟游诗人的琴声，拂过果酒湖的碧波，掠过苍风高地的山巅。然而，今日，这风中却掺杂了异质的铁锈与尘土的气息，还有那如同大地心跳般沉闷的、来自异国的战鼓声。
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甲斐之虎，武田信玄，他的赤备军团如同灼热的铁流，碾过了蒙德平原上任何可能存在的抵抗。西风骑士团在最初的、也是最为惨烈的几场野战中被击溃，代理团长琴·古恩希尔德带着残余的兵力与部分市民，被迫退守蒙德城，依仗着那座自由之都的高墙与风神（或许）的庇佑，进行着绝望的坚守。而广袤的蒙德领地，除了几处顽强的据点，已然易主。
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信玄并未急于立刻对蒙德城发动总攻。这位深谙“风林火山”之道的战略家，深知稳固根基的重要性。蒙德城周边，尤其是连接璃月商道、俯瞰晨曦酒庄的广袤区域，存在着大量未经开发的空地。在信玄眼中，这并非荒芜，而是绝佳的画布，足以绘制他雄图伟略的军事蓝图。
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也正是在此时，他麾下那位如同朝阳般耀眼，却又带着几分狡黠与惊人行动力的将领——丰臣秀吉，提出了一个大胆到近乎荒诞的计划。
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“信玄公，”秀吉那总是带着笑意的脸上，此刻闪烁着兴奋的光芒，“蒙德之地，空旷无垠，正适合筑城以固根本。给我一夜，只需一夜！我必让这片土地上，矗立起属于武田家的新城池！”
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信玄抚摸着下颌的短须，锐利的目光审视着秀吉。他深知此人的能力，往往能化不可能为可能。“一夜？木下……不，丰臣，你可知此非儿戏。若成，我军后方无忧，若败，士气受损。”
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“必不辱命！”秀吉深深俯首。
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于是，一场提瓦特大陆上前所未见的筑城奇迹，在夜幕的掩护下上演了。丰臣秀吉展现了他那惊人的组织与动员能力。他不仅驱策着庞大的工兵队伍，更巧妙地利用了大量归顺或被俘的蒙德劳工，甚至动用了一些初步驯服的、属于提瓦特本土的元素生物——例如那些能搬运巨石的岩丘丘萨满，以及被特殊符咒控制的遗迹守卫，它们不知疲倦地挥动巨臂，成为移动的起重机。
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火光将夜空映照得如同白昼，号子声、夯土声、木材的切割声交织成一首雄浑而奇特的交响曲。人影如织，车马如龙，元素的光辉与凡人的汗水一同挥洒。信玄站在临时搭建的本阵高台上，望着这片沸腾的工地，眼中流露出满意的神色。他看到了秩序，看到了效率，更看到了丰臣秀吉那如同魔法般将混乱转化为创造的才能。
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当东方的天际泛起第一抹鱼肚白时，蒙德的原野彻底变了模样。
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昔日的空旷之地，如同雨后春笋般，矗立起一座座风格迥异于蒙德建筑、带着浓郁东瀛战国风情的城郭。它们并非尽善尽美，有些甚至带着仓促的痕迹，但那林立的橹楼、坚固的石垣、蜿蜒的堑壕，无不宣告着其纯粹的军事用途。
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信玄在众将的簇拥下，策马巡阅这一夜的成果。
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最靠近原本蒙德城方向，是规模最为宏大的“信条城”，以其巍峨的天守阁俯瞰四方，象征着武田家在此地不容置疑的权威。其侧翼，是城墙被特意涂装成赭红色、以机动骑兵驻守的“赤马城”，仿佛随时会如烈焰般奔腾而出。形制略显古朴，但结构异常坚固的“武田丸”，则以其名宣示着这是武田家在此地的海上（虽蒙德无海，此城临湖而建，亦有港口之能）堡垒。更远处，还有据守高地的“武上城”，控制平原要冲的“岩田原城”，以及作为区域物资枢纽、相对平缓的“平町城”……林林总总，不下十座新城，互为犄角，构成了一道环绕并封锁蒙德城的巨大锁链。
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“好！好！好！”信玄连赞三声，声若洪钟，回荡在清晨的空气中，“丰臣，你果然不负我望！此等筑城之速，堪称‘神迹’！”
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秀吉谦卑地躬身，但眉梢眼角的得意却难以掩饰：“全赖信玄公虎威，及将士用命。”
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“传令！”信玄大手一挥，“各城即刻分派兵马驻守，由马场信春、高坂昌信、内藤昌丰等分别负责！我要让蒙德城，成为风暴眼中一座孤岛！”
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军令如山，赤备骑兵与足轻队伍迅速开赴各自的新驻地，旗帜招展，甲胄鲜明。
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为了庆祝这空前的胜利与筑城的成功，信玄决定在刚刚建成的“信条城”本丸内，举行一场盛大的宴会。本丸深处，一处露天的温泉被巧妙地引入，热气蒸腾，水汽氤氲。这是秀吉在筑城时，意外发现的一处地热泉眼，他立刻将其规划入本丸，成为了信玄公犒劳将领的绝佳场所。
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夜幕再次降临，但这一次，城中弥漫的不再是紧张的施工气氛，而是胜利的欢愉与酒肉的香气。
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信玄仅着宽松的浴衣，率先浸入温暖的泉水中。随后，山县昌景、马场信春、高坂昌信、内藤昌丰等一众心腹猛将，以及立下首功的丰臣秀吉，也纷纷解甲入汤。长久的征战与昨夜的督工辛劳，似乎都在这氤氲的热流中消散融化。
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泉池边，侍从们早已摆好了矮几与丰盛的宴席。不是蒙德常见的烤肉与蒲公英酒，而是彻头彻尾的和风料理。精致的漆器盒中，盛放着以提瓦特本地鱼类（经过随军厨师谨慎鉴别可食用者）制作的、刀工精湛的生鱼片，薄如蝉翼，透出鲜嫩的粉色与白色，旁边配着磨好的山葵与浓口酱油。寿司台上，则是用本地稻米（由占领的农田紧急供应）醋饭团，上面覆盖着各种海鲜或腌渍食材。更有大坛的清酒被拍开泥封，醇厚的米香混合着温泉的硫磺气息，形成一种奇特而令人放松的氛围。
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信玄举起沉重的陶制酒盏，环视麾下这些与他出生入死的面孔，朗声道：“诸君！自吾等跨海而来，至此异域，历经苦战，终有此基业！蒙德富庶之地，已大半入我囊中！更有丰臣一夜筑城，使我武田家根基稳固！此乃天佑，亦乃诸位奋战之功！来，满饮此杯！”
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“敬信玄公！”众将齐声应和，声震屋瓦，纷纷举盏一饮而尽。
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温泉的热度与酒精的作用，让这些平日严肃的武将们也放松下来。马场信春大口嚼着金枪鱼腹寿司，赞道：“此异域鱼生，竟也如此肥美，不输故国！”
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山县昌景，这位赤备的统领，则更偏爱烈酒，他连饮数杯，面色泛红，慨然道：“待到攻破蒙德城，擒下那西风骑士团团长，我定要以她的佩剑为信玄公斟酒！”
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高坂昌信较为沉稳，细细品尝着鲷鱼生鱼片那清甜的口感，微笑道：“有此佳肴美酒，又有温泉解乏，恍如回到了甲斐的春日。”
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丰臣秀吉最为活跃，他不仅自己吃喝畅快，还不断为信玄及各位重臣斟酒，妙语连珠，讲述着昨夜筑城时的种种趣事与惊险，如何驱使那些笨拙的遗迹守卫，又如何安抚那些心怀恐惧的蒙德劳工，引得众人阵阵笑声。
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信玄靠在温热的池边，任由侍者为他添酒。他听着麾下的谈笑，看着天空中异世界的星辰，心中豪情万丈。这片名为提瓦特的大陆，有着七神统治的国度，有着神奇的元素之力，但在他看来，与战国乱世并无本质不同——强者为尊，谋略制胜。风神巴巴托斯？据闻早已沉睡，即便苏醒，他这“风林火山”之军势，又何尝不能与神一战？
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“诸君，”信玄再次开口，喧闹声立刻平息，所有人都恭敬地望向他，“蒙德城已是瓮中之鳖，但亦不可小觑。休整三日，补充粮秣。三日后，我要在这‘信条城’的天守阁上，看到我武田家的‘风林火山’之旗，插遍蒙德城的每一个角落！”
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“哈伊！”众将轰然应诺，眼中燃烧着征服的火焰。
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温泉的热气继续升腾，酒香弥漫，宴饮欢歌直至深夜。信条城，这座一夜崛起的巨城，如同匍匐在蒙德大地上的钢铁巨兽，它的阴影，已然笼罩了远方那座崇尚自由的城邦。武田信玄的野心，正如这温泉般滚烫，即将席卷整个提瓦特。而对于蒙德来说，这个夜晚，是自由陨落前，最为漫长和寒冷的黑暗。
Author's Note: This chapter is based on real historical facts. After the September 18th Incident in 1931, the Japanese army invaded and occupied China's three northeastern provinces. They built a large number of Japanese-style buildings across Northeast China. Meanwhile, they forced Chinese children in the region to learn Japanese, attempting to assimilate the Chinese people through cultural infiltration and cultural aggression, and attempting to seize Northeast China and turn it into Japan's inherent territory.
作者的话：本章内容有真实历史原型。1931年九一八事变爆发后，日军侵占中国东北三省，在东北境内修建了大量日式建筑。同时强迫当地中国孩童学习日语，企图以文化渗透、文化入侵的方式同化中国人，妄图将中国东北篡改为日本的固有领土。
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