Chapter 295: Mangekyō Sharingan Unlocked x Susanoo Awaiting
The bedroom door opened with a creak~...
A pair of gentle eyes slowly entered Kurapika's vision. What kind of eyes were those?!
Even though it was their very first meeting, Kurapika's entire body tensed up. He felt as though he was being seen through entirely, from top to bottom, from the inside out. His mind went blank, and he was pressed down by Kurajin to bow to Roy. "Young Master, this is Kurapika, my little brother..."
Hiss~ His arm hurt a bit, as if he had been pecked by a goose... Kurapika, standing there blankly, was secretly and forcefully pinched on the arm by Kurajin. His mouth twitching, he snapped back to reality and called out somewhat stiffly, "Hello."
In just a single fraction of a second, that gaze which had seen right through him vanished along with the gentle smile of the boy sitting at the desk... Kurapika straightened his back and looked over cautiously, finally seeing the appearance of the person before him clearly. It was hard to describe exactly what kind of aura it was!
It was like being able to spot him at a single glance within a vast sea of people, standing out like a crane amongst a flock of chickens...
Kurapika was immediately captivated by that head of beautiful silver hair, its tips overflowing with a glazed golden light.
"Have a seat." At this moment, two chairs flew over from the dining table as if they had grown legs of their own, landing smoothly in front of Kurajin and Kurapika.
The young girl pulled the boy down to sit, shooting him a reproachful look as she said, "Hurry and thank the Young Master."
Kurapika lowered his eyelids. He stood rigidly like a wooden stick in front of Roy, struggling and hesitating inwardly. Suddenly, he bowed his head, gritted his teeth, and apologized to Roy, "I apologize. I made a mistake, please forgive me."
Kurajin froze. Having just received her little brother, she hadn't even been happy for two seconds before her soft, beautiful little face visibly turned pale. Instantly, two streaks of "panic" crawled onto her cheeks...
What's going on?
"Pika, what did you do?!"
Kurajin abruptly stood up, reaching out a hand as if to pinch Kurapika's ear, just like when they were little.
After all, he was her own blood brother. If it were anyone else, or if Gotoh had awakened and was standing here... offending or contradicting the Young Master would mean being dragged down and... vanishing from the world...
Kurajin panicked in an instant...
Seeing this, Roy was also somewhat surprised. With a flick of his finger, he silently summoned a Heart Worm using a thread of Nen aura. Traveling along the karmic thread formed during his first meeting with Kurapika, it drilled instantly into the boy's heart. After taking a brief look and noticing Netero and Beans, he realized the whole story. He waved his hand, signaling Kurajin not to panic...
He smiled warmly and said, "It is not wrong to be wary of strangers when away from home. Kurajin, you shouldn't blame him."
Roy raised his hand slightly, and a cool breeze swept past gently, supporting Kurapika's waist and lifting him up softly... The boy, whose ear was still being held by Kurajin, had a slightly pale face, his gaze darting around, not daring to look into Roy's eyes. He only heard Roy continue, "Pretending to be my little brother was merely to protect yourself. It cannot be called lying, it should be called 'having quick wits'."
Kurapika lowered his head in shame, his chest rising and falling slightly as he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He knows everything...
How did he know?
Is he a roundworm in my stomach?
Fortunately... he doesn't seem to blame me...
As his thoughts raced, Kurapika felt a sudden smack on the back of his head from a mildly angry Kurajin. He heard her shout, "Hurry and thank the Young Master!"
The boy nearly stumbled from the slap. He hastily bowed to Roy once more and said, "Thank you."
The person cautiously looking at Roy was like a startled rabbit, his vigilance maxed out. Even with his sister beside him, if there were the slightest rustle of leaves in the wind, he seemed ready to turn and bolt. Faintly... it made Roy chuckle...
The future mafia boss, the Chain User with top-tier intelligence and strategic planning, the one who would shine brightly on the Black Whale, and the only remaining Kurta clan member besides Pairo... already displaying the beginnings of having eight hundred different schemes running in his heart at once...
"Take a seat." Roy gave a slight nod. Remaining completely composed, he utilized Wood Release to fashion several teacups. With a point of his finger, Water Release activated, transforming "Nen Aura" into "Water," forming a trickling stream that slowly flowed into the cups. He motioned for the two to take one each. Kurapika sat with only half his bottom on the chair, his eyes wide open, staring blankly... This scene, which looked like "magic," was being performed genuinely and openly right before his eyes... For a time, it left him stunned for a long while before he suddenly snapped back to reality...
"Young Master, Pika hasn't left the village since he was little. Please forgive him." A country bumpkin entering the city, having never seen the big world... wasn't she exactly like this in the past as well?
This time, Kurajin didn't blame Kurapika again. Taking the tea that flew over to her, she drank it and sincerely apologized to Roy.
Roy smiled, completely unbothered. He merely watched with great interest as Kurapika stared blankly at the tea in front of him. Faintly, he seemed to see his former self—the self who clearly worked hard and desperately, yet was defined by his father and grandfather as "mediocre" with a single sentence, filled with infinite yearning and longing for "Nen" and the world of "Nen."
The difference was... he knew about "Nen," while Kurapika at this moment did not...
Whoosh~ A cool breeze carrying the summer heat blew in from outside the window, rustling the gauze curtains...
Roy didn't speak, and neither did Kurajin, quietly waiting for Kurapika to snap back to his senses... After an unknown amount of time, the grandfather clock in the corner struck with a gong~. It sounded like a drumstick striking Kurapika's crown, causing the boy to leisurely wake up. Taking another look at Roy, his gaze was filled entirely with... awe!
"Excuse me, may I ask you a question?" The boy's voice was somewhat hoarse. Even though his throat was dry and he felt thirsty, he was reluctant to pick up the teacup and take a sip, terrified that... once he drank it, everything would be gone...
"Is it one, two, or perhaps, three?" Roy crossed his hands, resting his chin upon them. He smiled as he looked at Kurapika and said, "Your heart tells me that you have far more than just one question."
Kurapika's pupils shrank: He... can really hear what I'm thinking inside! Is he really a roundworm in my stomach?!
"A roundworm... young man, that comparison isn't exactly pleasing to hear~" An abrupt voice suddenly echoed within Kurapika's heart!
The young boy was startled once more: "Who?!"
Restless and uneasy, he looked left, right, up, and down, his gaze ultimately landing on... Roy, who was studying him with a beaming smile...
Kurapika's small face visibly shifted expressions rapidly for a moment, not daring to let his thoughts run wild anymore.
Hiss... hiss... Above the teacup, curling wisps of steam rose, caught by the summer heat and vanishing into the air. Seeing the boy lower his head in silence, Roy reached out and recalled the Heart Worm. Subsequently, he spoke leisurely: "If you don't want others to know, don't do it. Otherwise, even if you don't speak, your heart will ultimately betray you..."
"Kurajin, I grant you a week's leave. Take your little brother for a proper tour..."
Kurajin looked at Kurapika, then sneaked a quiet glance at Roy. Finishing her tea, she pushed back her chair and stood up, responding respectfully, "Yes."
Grabbing Kurapika with one hand, "Pika, come with me."
Clatter~ Pushing back the chair, Kurapika stood up silently. He stiffly followed behind Kurajin, walking with his back to the bedroom door... The short distance felt as brief as a dream, yet as long as experiencing a full year of time. Moving stiffly to the door, he suddenly tugged on Kurajin's clothes, halting his steps.
Summoning his courage, Kurapika turned back for the first time, looking up at Roy and saying, "Young Master, can you let my sister stay here forever?"
As his words fell, Kurajin turned around abruptly, and Roy raised an eyebrow in surprise... He had thought the boy wouldn't ask any more questions out of caution, but... he really did ask a question, and it was... one he hadn't seen within the boy's heart.
"Pika!" Kurajin reached out to cover Kurapika's mouth, terrified that he would say something wrong again and offend Roy.
But the boy looked earnestly at Roy, his gaze clear and no longer fearful, causing Roy's gaze to shift and wave a hand to stop Kurajin's action.
"Give me a reason." Roy retracted the casualness from his eyes, looking at the boy gently as he said, "What, you don't want her to go home?"
Amidst his silence, Kurapika took a deep breath and said frankly, "There's nothing good about returning to a decaying, closed-off home."
The boy spoke as candidly as a little adult: "I know you are an incredible person, and this is also an incredible place. As long as my sister can live well here, that's good enough."
Roy nodded in deep agreement: "That is true. There will always be guys coveting the Scarlet Eyes who will try every means to find you. Even if you want to seclude yourselves from the world, you can't escape, unless..."
"You disappear from this world entirely."
Kurapika and Kurajin trembled simultaneously, looking up abruptly at Roy. The latter pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, smiling bitterly: "Young Master, you know everything."
Since when did he know? Kurapika cast a sidelong glance at his sister, then looked at Roy. He saw Roy, with his beautiful silver hair flowing with glazed golden light at the tips, say warmly, "No need to be so surprised. Rare and precious things are everywhere in the world, and your clan isn't the only one whose eyes turn red."
As light rippled within his eyes, Roy moved his thought, and a smear of blood-red slowly crawled into his eye sockets...
Buzz~ Noticing this scene, because of their intense emotional fluctuations, Kurapika and Kurajin's amber pupils trembled, quietly shifting towards fiery red... In this hot summer, a chilling cold alongside three pairs of fiery red eyes made a rare appearance within the exact same room.
"Hehe... the World's Seven Most Beautiful Colors?"
"Brat, our family doesn't carry the bloodline of the Kurta clan..."
A leisurely murmur drifted out from that dim, small room on the first floor of the Zoldyck ancient castle...
Maha's mind was completely silent. Having placated Brook Cyr, Sibris, and the others, he listened to cartoons, rocking his chair to himself as he muttered absentmindedly...
At the right moment, the panel prompted—
[Detection: [Yin Release] has reached LV5, initiating evolution immediately...]
Following the smear of blood-red that slowly crawled into Roy's eye sockets, three pitch-black tomoe slowly rotated, stretching and thinning out, forming three intersecting, pitch-black blade-like tomoe... painting a heart-palpitating nebula pattern. With a sun at the absolute center and stars surrounding it... slowly rotating, it slowly reflected into Kurapika and Kurajin's eyes. The large and small figures stared blankly at this scene, the amber fading from their pupils as fiery red reappeared. Like two burning flames, they stared intently at Roy, neither speaking a word.
Was it the Scarlet Eyes? No... The Young Master's eyes were different from theirs, but... they had indeed turned red!
Kurapika and Kurajin could be certain that Roy was not a member of the Kurta clan. As "rare animals" of this world, every Kurta member was registered within the clan, and they had never heard of someone like him in the clan. Moreover... Roy's beautiful silver hair was almost identical to Silva's, and identical to the old master they had occasionally seen at the mountain gate... Zeno Zoldyck...
His appearance combined the best features of Kikyo and Silva, bearing a thirty-percent resemblance to them...
Kurajin exchanged a quiet glance with Kurapika, looking at each other in speechless bewilderment...
Buzz~ An invisible fluctuation of ocular power dispersed, making the room feel as though it had plunged into an ice cellar, filled with a chilling cold. The Mangekyō Sharingan leisurely revealed its majestic form...
Close at hand, Kurajin and Kurapika shivered involuntarily, looking out the window in terror. Clearly, the sunlight in the garden was scorching, the summer heat at its peak, presenting a scene of midsummer. Yet inside the room, it was as cold as winter—freezing cold that made one's hands and feet numb, as if they were being frozen solid, gradually losing all sensation.
"Young Master," Kurajin shivered, hugging Kurapika. The siblings huddled together, moving their lips as they called out to Roy. The negative emotions within their bodies poured into their eyes like a bursting floodgate... Roy silently sensed the changes within, his ears twitching. With a wave of his hand, he deployed Wind Breathing, forming a gust of wind that sent the siblings straight out of the ancient castle...
Tap... tap... A series of footsteps subsequently arrived. Outside the window, beautiful silver hair swayed. A tall man, dressed in black martial attire and wearing cloth shoes, had appeared at some unknown point, leaning against the doorframe...
Silva kept his hands in his pockets, leaning against the door, calmly looking at Roy as he asked, "Is it time?"
Crack, crack, crack... An abrupt, continuous cracking sound echoed, like the winding of a clock, or like ribs growing frantically. Faintly visible, an illusory blue giant slowly manifested its ferocious form, centered around Roy...
The boy abruptly expelled two long dragons of vapor from his nasal cavity, lifting his eyes fiercely to look at Silva. Within those crimson pupils, as the pair of nebulas slowly rotated, they acted like two deep, pitch-black black holes, sucking in all light along with Silva. However, it was forcefully suppressed by Roy and faded away...
Crack, crack, crack... The blue illusory giant let out an unwilling roar. Spreading its skeletal frame, it began to shrink...
Its head touched the sky, its feet stood upon the earth. Within its hollow eye sockets, the divine fire of the sun burned brightly, casting an angry glare at Silva...
In an instant, it collapsed, merging into Roy's body and vanishing without a trace. A moment later, only a trace of chilling cold remained, accompanying Roy's leisurely murmur that drifted to Silva's ears: "Father didn't go keep Netero company?"
"Your grandfather is keeping him company."
"Mm... then tomorrow." Roy flashed a bright smile, revealing two rows of white teeth: "Let me get a good night's sleep first."
Silva stared intently at Roy, then turned to leave. As if he had said everything, yet seemingly having said nothing at all, he casually dropped a single sentence: "Take the opportunity to go hug Killua today,"
"Don't wait until tomorrow when you won't have the chance."
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