So irritating!
Is this kid made of ice? No matter how long you try to warm him up, he's still cold.
Biscuit told herself to take a deep breath, and reached into her pocket to pull out a small booklet and pushed it over.
Roy reached out to grab it and glanced at it — it was a notebook, quite old. Unlike the one given by his great-grandfather, it was well-packaged, or rather, extremely exquisitely.
Flipping it open to glance at the contents, it was Biscuit's insights from her training when she was young. He couldn't help but look at her suspiciously: "Just to clarify, I never intended to take you as my master."
"There's no need for you to emphasize that!"
Biscuit snorted, flicked her ponytail, turned her face away in a huff, and said, "Just consider it a favor from me."
Well then... Roy turned his head to Wutong and said: "Go downstairs and buy Biscuit a breakfast, remember... make it hearty."
"Yes." Wutong glanced at Biscuit, opened the door, and walked out.
The old woman pouted, "Who's going to eat it?"
When Wutong actually placed the breakfast in front of her, her change of face was quicker than flipping a page in a book. She devoured it with an astonishing appetite, showcasing that... the more muscle you have, the more you eat.
While stuffing her face, she didn't forget to educate Roy: "At least you know how to act, considering our relations, don't say I didn't take care of you. Study and learn well."
Roy flipped through the notes without raising his head and said, "You're teaching me, aren't you afraid Wing might have an opinion?"
"What opinion could he have?"
The brat truly thinks "Shingen-ryu" is something so common?
Biscuit glared at him angrily: "By the time you understand what 'heart' means, it'll be at least ten years or so down the road."
Roy didn't respond, carefully looking at the notes. The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed. Many "insights" matched some Buddhist principles. Thinking of Netero always praying before punching and the ultimate move "Hundred Forms of Guanyin" borrowing the story of Bhagwan's "Thousand-Handed Guanyin," he nodded deeply in agreement: "To act according to one's heart and joyfully praise, it really isn't that simple."
"As long as you know it's difficult, wait a minute..." Biscuit suddenly froze, half a chicken leg stuck in her throat, as her mouth opened, it "plopped" onto the dining table. Wutong frowned, holding back from stuffing it back in her mouth.
"Little Roy, what did you just say?" The old woman stared intently at Roy.
Roy closed the notebook: "What what... I said what you said is right, 'Shingen-ryu' isn't that simple."
"The sentence before that."
"To act according to one's heart?"
"No! 'Joyfully praise'!" Biscuit was dumbfounded. She was sure she deliberately didn't add this phrase into the notes, hoping this kid could comprehend on his own —
Following one's true self is easy, but genuinely praising others is hard!
Why does Netero pray before punching? Because he understands that human nature is inherently evil, not many truly wish him well. In the end, only the "Martial Arts" he practiced all his life never betrayed him, always encouraged him to move forward, and promptly provided him with "growth" feedback.
So, he wanted to "repay the endless gratitude for the Martial Arts that nurtured him with whatever little strength he could muster."
With this sincere heart, Netero often taught Biscuit when she was young to learn to appreciate others' success, to genuinely praise others, to truly see the praiseworthy side of others, so as not to fall into a dark pit of jealousy and go against one's true self...
So,
"This sentence was taught by your grandfather too, wasn't it?" Biscuit snapped back to reality and regained her composure, finally remembering she had an uneaten chicken leg. By the "three-second rule," she picked it up and stuffed it back in her mouth, making Wutong frown yet again.
As a Virgo, he directly categorized Biscuit among the "must avoid" people...
Roy noticed Wutong's little expression and smiled without saying anything. As to whether it was told by his grandfather, Roy could only say... Biscuit's knowledge of the Zoldyck Family was still too shallow.
The Zoldyck Family didn't act according to "heart," only according to whether they got enough payment,
If they got enough, even if they're unhappy, they'd pinch their nose and do it. As for regrets after the fact, his so-called deceased "Jager" grandpa said — if dissatisfied, they might as well kill the employer, just make it Transparent.
'Looks like I guessed right.' Seeing Roy neither admitting nor denying, Biscuit had a fright for nothing, continuing to eat.
Soon, she was slumped in her chair with a full belly....
"When are you leaving?"
The breakfast was good but a bit dry. Biscuit gestured with her small hand to Wutong for a glass of water, glancing at Roy and asking.
Roy pushed his chair aside and stood up directly: "Now."
"Not staying a few more days?"
"No, father is waiting to whip me when I get back. Can't let him down, right?"
The young man smiled broadly, turning to flash Biscuit a smile with a set of pearly whites,
Last night, Luke called and conveyed his father's exact words —
"The Electric Stick is ready; the voltage is as high as you want, powered by 'Nen'...."
Biscuit: "..."
Opened her mouth but found herself speechless; she thought... "As expected of the Zoldyck Family!"
She simply waved her hand: "Well then... good luck to you!"
Wutong brought the water, and the young butler reluctantly glared at Biscuit before following Roy and gathering up the luggage to leave.
At the door, Wing stood with arms crossed, leaning against the wall like a stone statue, seemingly there for a while. As he saw Roy come out, he gently pushed up his glasses and smiled, saying, "Sorry, my mentor caused you trouble."
Was it trouble?
"I think she enjoyed eating quite a bit, and... it wasn't my money spent."
"Ahem... ahem... is that so?"
Just like their first meeting a few days ago, Wing extended his right hand to Roy, seriously saying, "Safe journey."
This time, Roy didn't hesitate or refuse. He extended his hand, shook his, nodded, and then left with Wutong.
The hallway light cast a beam of white light behind the young boy, trailing his shadow as if reluctant to see him go...
Wing watched him go afar, observing him as he rounded the corner and was about to disappear, calling out: "Hey~ wait for my call, alright..."
Roy didn't look back, nor did he stop, just raised two fingers backward in a wave, disappearing in an instant.
"Stop staring, he's gone far..."
Two minutes later, Biscuit jumped down from the chair with her arms folded, her twin ponytails bouncing as she skipped over to Wing's side.
The young man withdrew his gaze, smiling at his mentor: "Isn't this considered aiding the enemy?"
Biscuit jumped and gave him a knock on the head: "Idiot, with a mentor personally teaching you, you're still not satisfied?"
"Satisfied... satisfied... just kidding..." Wing feigned pain, continuing training with Biscuit. In the end, he turned back to take one last look at the empty room 1991, foreseeing that the next time they met someone, they'd have to change the location and the timing, wondering at that point...
How much will everything have changed, and how much will he have grown....