These things... one cannot help but be cautious!
"Then kill them all!" Illumi seemed to finally snap out of his daze,
The young man held the "Divine Spear Wooden Nail," watching Roy's silver hair cascading down, and calmly said...
Roy then chuckled lightly, agreeing: "Then we shall kill them all!"
Dare to reach out and they'll lose a hand, dare to step forward and they'll lose a leg... Roy looked up through the window mast, watching as the moon sets in the dark night, the sun hidden below the horizon, ready to leap out, he said loudly: "One day, I will stand before him and ask him myself, wielding my sword... and ask him!"
"Shoo~" The "En" gathered, telekinesis surged back entirely into Roy's body,
This time the young man added more points, his frame unable to be suppressed any longer as he grew another five centimeters taller, now standing in the bedroom taller than anyone present.
Maha quietly listened, watched, and felt the youth's righteousness, commanding at will, rising and falling in his mind, hearing his beloved wife Betty say: "Maha, the child seems like Jager."
With one step, his figure flashed, out the door, and left quietly...
"You all have grown, now have your own ideas, the old man just watches... watching the day you stand before Him..."
The curtain gently swayed,
Maha disappeared from sight,
Roy responded softly with "Yes,"
Then felt his shoulder warm, lowered his head to see Zeno's pleased face.
The old man said nothing, yet said everything, he gently patted Roy's shoulder and then melded into the shadows, departing with Maha...
"Dong~" Just at four in the morning, after a round of commotion, the grandfather clock in the corner chimed the hour again.
Roy watched Zeno leave, his gaze quickly tracked his footsteps, then looked at Illumi, recalling the boy's previous crazed display of intent to kill, he kindly said: "Go back to sleep."
Illumi silently looked at him, hesitated without immediately stepping away, then opened his mouth to ask: "How strong are you now?"
Roy felt the endless swirling of telekinesis within him... with a move of his bones, he could casually draw out sword-like bones... his blood surged, filled with immense vitality... organs functioning well, each performing their duties with strength, even able to have backups, he shook his head: "I'm not sure. Perhaps..."
The young man raised his head to look at Kukuroo Mountain like a great dragon lying dormant on the earth, inhaled and said: "I'll have to test it to know."
With a move of his feet, in a flash, light erupted, he appeared outside in the corridor, began his morning run.
'Not sure... could it be I also have a day of being unsure?' Illumi felt his eyes blur, then turned his head, Roy had already run far away, he lowered his gaze, leaned against the wall, pondered for a moment, turned around and pursued...
"Step... step..." Two figures, one tall and one short, one silver-haired, one black-haired, one tall, one slightly slender, dashed through the corridor, past a dimly lit room where Zeno was massaging Maha's shoulders, then exited the castle gate...
From the large circular floor-to-ceiling window in the second-floor bedroom...
A man with silver hair as bright as Roy's, holding Killua whose forehead had similar silver fuzz, looked down from above, watching Roy and Illumi dash out of the castle heading toward the mountain base... those sharp eagle-like eyes held a strong and earnest expectancy.
Grandfather said he would watch... Silva's gaze passed over the mountain, also wanting to see... soon,
Roy led Illumi down the mountain path, hearing the wind call in his ears, smelling the fresh aroma of earth fragrant and refreshing, one ahead, one behind, like two bolts of lightning, shooting straight down... not far away, glimpsed at Kurajing holding a cane, steadfastly waiting at the end of the mountain path!
"Screech~" Speed soared... Roy didn't halt his steps, directly brushed past the girl's shoulder... the breeze he generated lifted her golden ponytail upwards, immediately... then followed Illumi, similarly passing by, with feet stepping on "Dark Step"...
"Young... young master?" Kurajing was suddenly taken aback,
Roy's dazzling white hair was radiantly illuminated by the moonlight... Kurajing widened her eyes, barely able to capture a trace of familiarity from his silhouette, the staff in her hand clattered to the ground, rolling aside, stained with a little dew-soaked green mud.
"Silver hair... how did young master turn silver-haired too?" Not only Kurajing was dazed, Mikai encountered Roy on the road was also dazed, even Zebro responsible for guarding the mountain base was dazed...
The bald-headed middle-aged uncle, seeing Roy and Illumi rush over, was just about to bow and greet them saying "Master," but then,
Before the word "master" was out, he forcibly swallowed it back down!
Heavens... what did he just see... Silva in his youth!
No... wrong, is it young master dyed his hair?
No... still wrong, how did young master suddenly grow so tall?
Clearly yesterday morning, they greeted each other, how did just one night pass, turning, and he became a different person?
Thoughts tangled and chaotic, Zebro stood frozen at the door, though it was midsummer, he seemed still trapped in the depths of winter, "frozen" cold!
"Squeak—" After passing the mountain path, they reached the mountain gate,
Roy arrived first at the Gate of Trial, looking up at the imposing seven-layered gate adorned with the marks of time, speaking its mottled history, hearing behind him Illumi arriving, standing not far behind, extending a hand to press against the gate...
In due time Illumi's surprised voice came from behind: "You don't need both hands?"
"Did father use both?"
"No."
"Then why should I?"
A disciple doesn't necessarily have to be inferior to their teacher, a teacher isn't necessarily more capable than their student... Roy turned back to smile at Illumi: "One must dare to think, Illumi, only with daring thoughts can one gain the opportunity to grow stronger."
And that is the essence of "Nen"—relying on the imaginative "My Power of Thought"!
After speaking, Roy ignored the stunned Illumi, mustered his strength, channeling force towards his palm, lightly shouted: "Open!"
"Rumble rumble rumble~" One door, two doors, three doors... five doors... six doors, until...
Seven doors, the Gate of Trial, weighing two hundred and fifty-six tons, opened with great ceremony!
Beside him, Zebro gaped silently, his knees weakened, and he sat on the ground with a thud!
"Opened... young master Roy opened the Gate of Trial... young master Roy opened the Gate of Trial..." A spirited cry echoed away with the mountain wind...
In the second-floor bedroom, the owner of the gaze relentlessly following the boy, rarely grinned...
"Hehehe... hahaha..." Silva's eyes shone brightly, laughing heartily, his voice resonating through the roofs!
On the first floor, Zeno still giving Maha a massage, his gaze pierced through layers of walls, looked over, and said with appreciation: "Grandpa, you've heard it too, I guess... even Silva himself didn't expect this day to come so soon."
"Did you expect it?"
"I didn't either." Zeno admitted, "Not only did I not expect it to be so soon, I didn't expect Roy to unlock his bloodline's limitations himself, successfully returning to the ancestral form, truly surprising..."
"Squeak..." Maha listened silently to cartoons, rocking his chair...
Surprising indeed... killing a god, seizing his divinity, embracing his faith, thus fate unfolds...
The old man remembered when the boy woke up at midnight jokingly saying to him: "Only killed a god,"
Looking back, this was no falsehood, nor any pseudo-god, but a truly revered true god by devotees, considered as a totem! Not to be underestimated, nor contemptuous, even... not to be doubted!
"You didn't think of it, so you're weak," Maha lifted his back, letting Zeno reach the lower back as comfortably as possible, he hummed contentedly: "Returning to the ancestors isn't enough, haven't you heard the kid say he wants to wield the sword to question the god, to be above god!"
"So,"
"Silver hair won't be his end..."
Zeno: "..."
Silent for a moment.
He lifted his eyes towards the deep dark night, his gaze soaring over Kukuroo Mountain, reaching the mountain base, seeing the Gate of Trial fully open, the boy standing in the center, clothed in the thin veil of moonlight, for the first time feeling a trace of... envy...