The sword in hand, sometimes turning red, manifesting a [Solar Eclipse] form,
sometimes turning white, whiter than snow, manifesting a [Yubashiri] form,
sometimes turning black from white, as dark as ink, manifesting a [Crescent Moon] form... it flickered while being held by Roy, slowly raised, constantly changing shapes, with a hidden halo revealing itself, attracting attention.
"Buzz...."
In the world outside, a formless stream of sleepiness spread like clouds, subtly and steadily raising Silva and Roy into the sky....
The man and the youth closed their eyes together, like two little figures walking out of the land of little people, held in Susanoo's palm, consciousness immersed in the Unconscious Domain, suddenly motionless,
Noticing this scene, including the Kurta siblings, the Zoldyck family's servants and assistants dumbfoundedly looked up, bewildered, not realizing what had happened,
Beside the clear pond, Netero and Zeno both squinted their eyes at this moment, their nostrils flaring to catch an unusual scent... it wasn't [Heart Drop Fist Listening], nor [Heart Drop Sword Listening], but more like a catalyst that abandoned the external and forced others into the spiritual world!
"Dream?" Netero's white beard and eyebrows swayed in the wind, wrapped in a large martial arts robe, glanced at Zeno, and the two immediately closed their eyes, tacitly beginning to meditate, then... opened their hearts, soaring upwards, voluntarily engaging with Roy through the [Mangekyō] Sharingan's [Forced Hypnosis],
One only felt the sky spinning,
Opening their eyes again, they slowly landed into a vast and indistinct land, where time and space were indistinguishable!
"It seems, this is Roy's dream realm space."
Netero squinted his eyes and looked around, as far as he could see, everything was empty—time was empty, hell was empty, physical entity empty, dimension empty, only the spiritual forms of himself and Zeno, and two indistinct figures vaguely located ahead, stood silently opposed.
"Buzz~" Slowly, another ray of celestial light entered the dream realm from outside....
Maha with his bald head, hands in pockets, slowly descended,
Netero and Zeno's gaze flashed in unison, hurriedly paying respects to the elder: "Grandfather/Old Sir...."
"Hmm," the old man ignored the two, just grunted, found a corner, sat cross-legged... "Whish~" "Whish~" "Whish~" Following his movements... faces emerged from his scalp, eagerly leaping out,
Relying on the dream, temporarily residing, arranging themselves behind Maha, revealing their true semblance,
Leading the group were three figures standing at the forefront, the tallest and heaviest, formerly Maha's beloved generals: Brook Sell, Severus, and Blake Shaw,
Behind them, densely packed were men and women, young and old, stretching over countless distances,
If not for the absence of the [space] concept here, one might fear that this realm wouldn't accommodate the multitude of resilient souls confronted with challenges.....
"Hiss...." As the last figure appeared, a wisp of smoke, simultaneously materialized alongside Maha,
She was dressed simply, her golden hair braided like a rope, cascading at the back, her lake-blue eyes clear as a pond, upon arrival... she smiled, casting a glance at Zeno,
Zeno froze in expression, followed by bowing respectfully in Netero's puzzled gaze: "Grandson Zeno, meet Grandma."
Grandson?! Netero's gaze moved slightly, tilting his head thoughtfully towards Betty....
Betty Zoldyck's gaze shifted, scrutinizing Netero with a warm voice: "I am here to bear witness with my fellow kin."
Zeno heard this, straightened his back, observing the countless mass behind Maha, uttered in silence, "Yes."
Although the two did not know the exact names of these people, the term "kin" dispelled any necessity for explanation.
Simply, it was a national witnessing of a battle,
Netero and Zeno exchanged a silent look, hearts heavy yet clearly sensing——
Maha and his subordinates and kin's focus on Roy... was fiercer than they had imagined!
"Someone's here," Silva's silver hair cascaded to his waist, splitting his gaze to casually survey the surroundings, the indistinct shadows sprawling like wild grass to the horizon, stretched beyond sight, then calmly said to Roy.
Roy holding [Solar Eclipse] transforming to [Yubashiri] then to [Crescent Moon] with indifference said: "Does not affect."
Anyone who proactively engages the [dream realm], can Enter the Dream... Roy had already sensed their arrival as Netero, Zeno, and Maha split their thoughts in that instant, however, what slightly surprised him was....
Great-grandfather actually brought his subordinates and kin into this realm as well, the nationwide audience somewhat overwhelmed him....
Roy brandished his sword to expertly weave a sword flower, "Have you heard, Father, in the dream realm I am king?"
The youth stepped forward with his right foot, his splendid silver hair trailing with glazed golden reflections, swelling proudly, "I am master here!"
Silva squinted his eyes, a fierce gleam from the narrow slits burst forth, stretched his palm gripping a fist: "Then let me see... what kind of sword dares to be called a nuclear explosion!"
"Har har har... let the old man see clearly....." Maha's leisurely voice wafted through.....
The old man's gaze deep, smilingly observed Roy,
Roy holding the sword bowed to him, "Let great-grandfather witness my abilities."
The person by side straightened his back again, raising the long sword high, slowly closed his eyes... "Buzz~" an indistinct light emanated from the youth's body surface... LV5's swordsmanship launched!