Mishandling a job—those words were almost never heard in the Zoldyck household, a family famous worldwide as "the #1 assassin clan."
Either you eliminate the target, or you turn around and eliminate the client—either way, the job cannot fail.
But… was this even a "job" for Young Master?
Tsubone froze, genuinely unbelieving. In her eyes, Roy at this age was already anything but weak—honestly, stronger than Master Zeno and Master Silva had been at the same stage.
She pushed up her glasses; her pink twin ponytails swayed. Father and son—one standing, one reclining—both silent. Something about this felt… serious.
"I killed them, but it didn't feel real." Roy lay back in the rocking chair, watching the sun sink toward the mountaintops, replaying the fight. Guzman, Ōtsuka Yū, and the two men and women on-site had all turned into dolls.
For a moment, Roy suspected the one pulling the strings was—according to canon—someone who once joined the Phantom Troupe and later got killed by Hisoka:
"God's Puppeteer," also known as the "Eye Collector"—Omokage.
Same "doll" theme. Same ability to strip Nen abilities via dolls. The difference was… Omokage wasn't this strong.
Roy knew his opponent was truly Guzman "Mental Morphine." Piercing Delusion Eyes could break illusions; Heart-Worm could read hearts. But right at the instant Roy was about to finish him, someone swapped Guzman out—along with Ōtsuka Yū and the two others.
"Want me to step in?" Silva finally spoke.
He turned his head toward Roy. The boy had shot up again—almost to Silva's nose now. Silva added flatly:
"No fee."
Roy laughed—genuinely. He stepped forward and hugged Silva, arms not wide but sincere, like the dream-hug Silva had once given him. He patted Silva's back twice.
"I can handle it."
"If I really can't, then I'll tell you."
Silva's tall body stiffened. His hands were still in his pockets—he was about to take them out, when a gust of wind swept in.
When he looked up again, Roy had already stepped onto a wind-spiral and vanished out the door.
Silva: "..."
For a moment, it left him oddly… empty.
The study door closed softly.
Silva turned his back, folded his arms, and stood at the window.
"Investigate."
"Dig. Hard."
"I want to know who's targeting my son."
Tsubone bowed. "Yes."
Behind her glasses, the old woman's eyes flashed cold.
Footsteps echoed down the weathered corridor.
Roy left the study and, after only a few steps, found someone at the corner nearby.
Illumi leaned against the wall, copying Silva—arms crossed. Seeing Roy, he said flatly:
"Let me go."
"I'll kill him for you."
"Kill who?"
"That Guzman."
"Can you even find his real body?"
"I'll search. I'll find it eventually." Illumi stared stubbornly. "You don't believe in me?"
Roy didn't answer. He just looked at him.
Illumi let one hand drop to his waist, fingers slipping into his pocket to touch the God-Spear wooden nail, and lifted his chin.
"I have the nail you gave me."
"And then?"
"Have you learned En?"
"Have you learned Ken?"
"Have you mastered the Breathing Methods?"
"…No." Illumi's voice got small.
Roy flicked his finger and popped him on the forehead.
"Then what are you standing around for? Go train."
Illumi lowered his head, voice like a mosquito. "Yes…"
He trudged off toward the training room.
A breeze lifted his long, straight black hair. Roy paused, watching him disappear, then exhaled softly as the sun slid lower.
The world was vast, and Nen was a strange, chaotic place. This time, it had finally taught him a lesson.
Silva hadn't said anything out loud, but the truth remained: Roy hadn't truly killed Guzman. That alone was enough to keep him on guard.
Roy stood quietly until Illumi vanished around the corner, then said:
"Grandpa. Doesn't it get tiring, always spying?"
In the shadow where sunlight couldn't reach, darkness stirred—white hair appeared.
Across his chest, the words A Kill A Day, Never Retire stretched bold. Zeno walked out with hands behind his back and stood beside Roy, both watching the sun set.
"Your great-grandfather says he wants your cooking tonight."
"I didn't prep ingredients."
"He prepped them for you."
Roy: "..."
"You don't want to?"
"How could I not…"
Zeno nodded, then pulled Roy closer, toe-to-toe, measuring height with him. He patted Roy's shoulder with a thoughtful sigh.
"You've grown up. Some things you need to accept."
"Failing once is nothing. You'll fail more."
"Huh?"
"Surprised?" Zeno glanced at him. He raised four fingers.
"Your grandpa failed four times, back in the day."
Roy stared.
Zeno pretended not to notice Roy's stunned expression, still looking out at the sunset.
"Your father failed three times too."
He hunched slightly, voice heavy with meaning.
"So, Roy—don't get discouraged."
"Fail, then fail."
"You beat the small one, the big one shows up."
"If you can't handle it, your father and I will cover you."
"And if we can't…"
A light, hoarse voice floated from the dim little room.
"Then I will."
Mahā, rocking in his chair with his cartoons, sounded almost like he was right there.
Roy snapped back to himself, warmth blooming in his chest. He rolled up his sleeves.
"Got it. Big dinner tonight."
Zeno's old eyes softened. He smiled.
"That's the spirit."
The two exchanged a look and smiled.
Then they split—one to the kitchen, one to the training room—each going their way.
That night, after a hearty feast, Roy shook off the fatigue of travel, returned to his bedroom, and dove straight into the bathroom to allocate points.
He'd rescued Razor, gone undersea with Ging, and even opened the second "Cognition Gate"—the Hokage Gate. Opening his panel, he saw a long list of Believers and Potential Believers feeding him faith nonstop.
Faith Power: 45 points
Life Energy: 70 points
He turned on the shower and let the water pound down.
As usual, he gave himself a few seconds to brace—then endured the pain and dumped all Life Energy into Constitution.
[Notice: Life Energy cleared]
Constitution: 877.5 → 944.5 (Note: average person = 1)
Visible Aura: C (40517/100000) → C+ (51420/100000)
Potential Aura: C+ (67157/100000) → C+ (87841/100000)
Rating: C+ (Peak Chimera Ant Squadron Leader tier)
The familiar agony arrived on schedule: accelerated cell division, denser bones, muscle fibers tearing and reknitting—thicker, stronger—then, with a thump from his heart…
Roy staggered, fingers digging into the wall and leaving ten deep grooves.
"Ha…" One second… two… ten… a minute… about a minute and a half later, the pain finally ebbed.
He exhaled, then looked at Faith Power—no hesitation. He poured it all into Nen Nature Transformation.
[Notice: Faith Power cleared]
Nen Nature +45
Nen Nature Transformation:
Yang: lv4(42416/100000) → lv4(43515/100000)
Yin: lv2(743/1000) → lv3(142/10000)
Fire: lv3(3451/10000) → lv3(6471/10000)
Water: lv3(1450/10000) → lv3(2474/10000)
Wind: lv1(94/100) → lv2(547/1000)
Earth: lv2(457/1000) → lv2(987/1000)
Note: How much Faith Power grants depends on the believer's "importance."
Stronger believers give more.
The bigger the "karma/causal weight," the more points.
And vice versa.
Roy rinsed off, lingering on the word "causality." It meant the people who could shift the world's direction.
In Demon Slayer: the Ubuyashiki family and the Hashira.
In Hunter: the Zoldycks, Ging, Netero, Beyond, Pariston…
And in Naruto: the Third Hokage, the Sannin, Danzō, the major bloodline clans—especially the Uchiha.
Among the Uchiha: Shisui, Itachi… and Obito.
"nii-san… wake up…" Itachi's small voice tugged at him. "Obito-niisan came to see you…"
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