Living beings, unlike machines, are rich in diversity...
Roy must admit that being a butler for the Zoldyck Family and standing out among the many butlers, becoming the new general manager after the experienced Tsubone, Wutong's talent is extraordinary in comparison to the general population, not even one in a hundred thousand.
But to compare him to a universally recognized "strongest human" ... Wutong to Netero is like a firefly to the sun; the gap in talent is almost immeasurable by the naked eye.
"What, you think it's impossible?"
Roy is silent.
The world is material, "Nen" is idealistic, but whether material or idealistic, in the end, it all comes down to objective facts.
"I can't imagine him defeating Netero." After a moment, the young man admitted honestly.
In the original story, even someone as strong as Meruem ultimately met his demise, though Netero took advantage of... having "Poor Man's Rose" implanted in his heart... but,
Meruem is at least a B+ level strong, just a line away from A level or what Maha calls a "demigod," in other words...
When Wutong can defeat Netero one day, whether or not to know... has lost its practical meaning...
"Because you can't imagine it, you have to dare to imagine it..." Maha, with his back to the dim yellow room, leaned against the window post, facing the vibrant and blossoming garden full of life outside, deeply said: "What is a god?"
"It's a totem,"
"It's a faith,"
"It's a symbol in people's heart that 'can make the impossible possible,' "
"Roy," the old man's eyes, full of elements of time and weather, looked deeply and spoke with "Nen," like thunderous lightning exploding in Roy's ears, making his hairs stand on end and his scalp tingle: "If I were you, when I said let there be light, the world must be light; when I said Wutong can win, he can win... My mouth is both the ruler, the rule, and the extension of imagination's boundary! "
"Boom~" Thunder rumbled and filled the skies...
Roy was suddenly enlightened, as if clouds were dispersed to see the sun, staring blankly at Maha, mouth slightly open, breathing heavily with "Ha~ ho~" sounds.
Indeed, too great-grandfather was right... 'Thinking what others dare not think, doing what others cannot, that is beyond human... that is divine...'
'If I, as his master, think he is impossible, then... he is destined never to defeat Netero in this lifetime, at that time...'
'That would be my negligence as his master.'
With realization, Roy closed his mouth, his nostrils flared, and a long stream of gas was exhaled... The young man bowed, earnestly apologized to Maha: "Great-grandfather, I was close-minded."
Maha lightly hummed without comment, then looked east, where the sun was rising, getting hotter, brighter, with a gaze difficult to meet, leaning against the window post, said: "You have read your Grandpa Jager's notes, 'the road of faith' ultimately relies on believers... You are strong alone, but without providing substantial benefits to your followers, how can you make them sincerely donate Nen for you to draw from?"
As the saying goes, with one inconsequential soldier, all are inconsequential... Children of the people not for the people, nothing but this...
"I understand." Roy raised his posture, took a deep breath, said: "Since great-grandfather has said it, then I dare to imagine, if one day, Wutong can even defeat you,"
The young man smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth: "By then, the day I hunt gods and officially embark on the hunter's path, should not be far away."
Maha: "...."
A large query mark seemed to materialize on the bare forehead, looking at Roy, filled with confusion... almost thinking he'd misheard!
'Let Wutong defeat me....'
"You brat, you sure have a big appetite!" The old man glared angrily!
Roy remained fearless, laughed heartily, brushing past Maha's shoulder, heading directly towards his bedroom...
"Step... step...." The footsteps gradually went far... The young man wearing a sunbeam-embroidered cloak, with his back to the old man, laughed cheerfully: "Great-grandfather overpraised, it's all taught by you."
Turning the corner, disappeared...
A gentle wind arose, raising the summer heat...
Maha's lone tuft of hair on his bald head swayed in the breeze, silently sending off the young man into the distance. His thoughts flying high as though seeing Jager of yesteryear, one "Conjuration," the other also "Conjuration," the difference being... the "neurotic" content is more or less, yet both are imaginative, yet both are bold and unrestrained... children!
White smoke steamed, at the moment the footsteps completely disappeared, ethereal woman emerged through Maha's Nen energy, silently accompanying the old man, gaze transcending walls fixed on the distant young man, muttering: "Maha, I miss Jager, Roy this child... really resembles him...."
Maha remained silent, only holding his wife's waist tightly, softly promising: "You will see, I promise you, you will see the day when he lives well."
Betty Zoldyck gently hummed, her head rested on Maha's shoulder, silently savoring the moment of tranquility, her gaze drifting with Roy, turning to his bedroom.
"Young Master,"
"Clatter-clatter-clatter...." The dining cart wheels sticking to the stone floor made a rattling sound... Wutong prepared the meal, seemed to have waited a while at the door, looked up to find Roy's figure,
The young butler bowed in greeting, then looked up, meeting Roy's eyes like torches, first was startled, then unnaturally adjusted the glasses on his nose, lightly coughed: "With the little young master being born, the kitchen prepared some extra nutritious items, I also got a bowl for the young master, drink while it's hot..."
The dining cart entered the room,
Wutong lifted the lid, revealing underneath a bowl of fragrant and rich bird's nest congee, crystal clear with the fragrance of rice and bird's nest, obviously... the kitchen put effort into it...
'I also benefited from Killua's light here....'
Roy withdrew his gaze, nodded, pulled out a chair, sat down, casually scooped a mouthful of the bird's nest congee, sampled it simply, and calmly said: "Wutong,"
"Young master, what's your command?"
"How long have you been with me?"
"Ten years, eight months, and twenty-one days," Wutong responded without hesitation: "When Hall was here, I was by your side serving as your trainee butler."
The young butler smiled: "At that time, young master probably didn't remember, couldn't recall me."
Hall, son of Tsubone, recently reassigned by his father to manage intelligence externally... Roy casually hummed, placed the spoon by the table's edge, then,
Smiling warmly at Wutong: "It's been so long, I haven't assigned you a formal task, you wouldn't blame me, would you?"
Where could he dare to say blame?
Wutong immediately bent down, right hand over chest, sincerely said: "I always knew, young master cared for me,"
The young butler straightened his posture, confidently proclaimed: "Please rest assured young master, if you have any task, just order, it will also let young master witness my growth!"
With Nen Device "Infinite Pistol," having learned "Water Breathing," mastering "Full Concentration·Constant," recently progressing in higher applied techniques, successfully mastering "En" and "Ryu"... Wutong confidently displayed extraordinary self-assuredness, promising Roy.
Roy looked at him approvingly, generously praised: "Good!"
"Go take on Netero,"
"No need to kill him, just defeat him will suffice."