Roy's face turned solemn, quickly returning to normal as he shrugged honestly and said, "I'm just speaking the truth."
Netero made a sound and stroked his beard, "However, sometimes, the truth is far more hurtful than lies."
"The strange thing is,"
"You are different now, Roy..." The strongest human at the time looked earnestly at the young man and said, "Your strike was impressive!"
A strike as dazzling as the sun, capable of unleashing a power not inferior to the "Poor Man's Rose." Netero had to admit that, just now in the dream, at the instant the young man revealed that strike, his heart, which had been calm for years and already like an ancient well, showed a sense of danger for the first time!
This is something no one had given him since the journey to the Dark Continent, except... Maha!
"Not enough," Roy's deep, clear eyes looked earnestly at Netero and said, "at least, you can still catch it, right?"
Netero's old eyes squinted as he put his hands on his hips and chuckled, "What, isn't one Silva enough for you, and now you're setting your sights on this old man?"
The young man's gaze and intent for a fight did not seem false.
Netero admired such youth, just like he once admired Ging, the same vigor and ambition. The difference was... that Ging liked playing with twists and turns, chasing adventure games, far less direct than Roy.
After all, one is an adventurous "Relic Hunter," and the other an arrogant "God-slaying Hunter," which differs understandably.
However, what Netero did not expect was that despite a century of experience, he'd still underestimated the young man's aspirations...
Roy's brilliant silver hair cascaded down his back, its ends extending into his hair, shimmering with a golden glaze. He neither admitted nor denied, and said frankly, "I told someone I'd lead the way, and if I could win, then... naturally, he could too!"
Netero withdrew his smile and squinted, asking, "Who do you want to defeat? For whom are you setting an example?"
Roy straightened his posture, fearlessly meeting Netero's gaze and replied, "To defeat you, naturally, and set an example for Wutong!"
Defeat him... Netero had considered it. But setting an example for Wutong... The corner of the old man's mouth twitched hard, breaking into a grin... The young man indeed did not seem to take him seriously....
Netero flicked his large sleeves, his broad martial arts attire fluttering with the wind, calmly looking at Roy and asked, "How long do you need? How long does he need?"
"A year," Roy gently caressed the back of his left hand, feeling the curse like a thorn on his back, and said softly, "You know I'm in a hurry. As for Wutong,"
"His matters, he'll decide."
On the mountain waist, at the manor villa, a cocoon of blood moved slightly, faintly weakening a bit....
Netero quietly watched Roy, as if trying to see into his heart, and after a moment, said, "Fine, I'll wait for you both."
The man faded with the wind, floating gently as Silva had, and moved toward the mountain summit, leaving Roy's sight in an instant......
"Tap... tap..." The towering braid on the old man's head slightly disappeared into the sunlight. Not long after his departure, Roy turned his head and glanced behind him....
In that serene pond, ripples undulated as Zeno's white hair emerged, gripping a fat fish. He broke through the water surface and, with a leap, landed lightly beside him....
"Your great-grandfather just pointed out he wants fish," the "One Kill a Day, still in use" across his chest was soaked with water, looking particularly menacing....
Zeno held the fish, looking at Netero disappearing in the wind, and said lightly, "You shouldn't be so arrogant."
Roy said nothing, only recalling Maha's teachings: [God] and [Follower] achieve each other, just like the superstructure cannot separate from the economic foundation. Follower quality also determines the maximum height he can aim for in the future!
In other words——
"I have no choice." Roy reached out to pick up a green leaf carried by the wind, observing its fine and dense patterns like lines of cause and effect, connecting to the other side, and said leisurely, "It's also the requirement my great-grandfather set for me."
Zeno: "...."
In silence, he slowly shook his head.....
"I believe you can in the future, but Wutong,"
"Sorry, grandfather really can't imagine any scenario."
People can lie, but should not go against their conscience... Zeno holding the fish brushed past Roy's shoulder, saying, "Gone."
People followed, stepping with Dark Step, chasing Netero's figure, out of the forest, heading towards the mountain top castle....
In a flash, within a lush forest, only the young man remained, facing away from the sparkling pond, silently recovering his Nen until his face returned somewhat rosy,
Roy stepped forward, his body instantly undergoing light transformation, following the sunlight, pursuing Zeno's shadow, fleeing towards the mountain top,
Within the span of a few breaths, he was back at the castle, slowly appearing from the castle, covered with mottled corridors of years past....
"Young master... young master....." Various butlers, maids, and gardeners, upon seeing him, bowed in salute. After this battle, Roy could clearly sense a deep awe from them, a sensation he had never felt before... Roy was aware in his heart, merely murmuring lightly, and walked away towards his bedroom,
"Tap... tap..." Footsteps echoed in the historical castle,
Many gazes quietly followed,
The young man's tall back, had become an adult's form, nearing Silva's stature. He stopped by the garden, turning his head to look out the window.....
Beneath a large luxurious sunshade, Killua was playing under the umbrella. Seeing him look over,
The woman's electronic eye clearly flickered for a moment, revealing a complex expression.....
"Yee-yah-yah...." The little Killua had just been born not long ago, already showing remarkable talent,
He stretched his small hands and legs, shakily propping himself up, attempting to crawl on the grass,
His pair of pretty lake-blue eyes, upon spotting Roy, nonsensically hummed patting the ground, soon scooped up off the ground by Killua, lovingly cradled in her arms....
Roy noticed and smiled slightly, no longer staying, turning to disappear before the window bay,
He rounded a corner, passed through a corridor, as usual, when passing by that dimly lit small room, respectfully saluted inside... "Ssss" the curtain fluttered, timely sending a voice from within, caused him to pause his steps, stopping...
"Roy, do not worry about the present, nor fret about the future,"
"The old man said,"
"When that day comes, I'll die before you do...."
"Squeak~" The rocking chair moved with a creak, animation sounds faintly emerged from the room... Roy straightened his back, peered inside,
The old man in the room rocked the chair himself, listening to the anime with his eyes closed, seeing him look over, slowly opened his eyes, glancing over....
Roy felt a gentle stream flow through his barren heart land, silently responded with "Hmm~"
"No energy, speak up," Maha feigned anger.
"Yes, great-grandfather." Roy adjusted his mind, raised his voice, and shouted.
Maha was satisfied and waved his hand, "Scram."
The young man remained standing,
Maha noticed and sat up, "Anything else?"
"Yes," Roy stayed silent for a while, took a deep breath, looked deeply at the elderly man and said, "Great-grandfather, I want to know, how strong you are!"
Knowing oneself and the opponent, only then can one be victorious in hundreds of battles. The [existence] that cast a curse on him was evidently a [God],
How strong could it be, and what sort of powers did it possess, were matters he had to face and would inevitably confront in the future....
However, at present,
With Alluka absent, Uncle Gang absent, only and solely Maha... was the only one he could meet, who was close to a [God]!
As said in the midst of battle, father mentioned, he is not human, but [God]!
Roy stared intensely at Maha,
Seeing him from afar... stand up....