Silva's towering figure stood like an iron pillar in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, silent.
Silently waiting for Zeno's next words,
after a moment, he heard him say, "He said he wants to step by step reach the highest...."
A burning godly brilliance instantly burst forth in the man's gaze, suppressing his voice he laughed....
"Very good,"
"I like it,"
"Knocking people down from high places,"
"Just to slap them down!"
Zeno was stunned, feeling that these words were somewhat familiar. Upon careful thought, weren't these the very words he personally said to Silva back in the day?
The result ended with him being defeated by Silva,
His mouth twitched slightly as he glanced at Silva with his hands behind his back and said lightly, "Is that so,"
Zeno's lips curled upwards, [En] extending, watching the young master and his Loyal Servant, one standing, one lying; not like master and servant, but more like a pair of close friends, coldly sneering: "According to Roy's intention, he is not the only one who wants to stand at the top...."
Zeno shocked with his words, suddenly looked seriously at Silva: "If I say, one day, that child with Wutong will defeat you,"
"Silva,"
"How do you feel about that?"
"Whoosh~" The floor-to-ceiling window was suddenly pulled open by Silva, revealing the endless stretch of lush Kukuroo Mountain outside,
The man's gaze was deep, arms crossed on his chest, calmly said: "Let them go ahead... and try!"
"One comes, and I'll slap one,"
"A pair comes, and I'll slap a pair!"
"Just like I could defeat my father back in the day... so simple!"
Zeno: "....."
Alright, you just be stubborn here... with his head of white hair swaying, Zeno said to himself: "Roy, you heard too, if you're going to fight your dad, do it early,"
"Grandpa is waiting for you."
His words echoed along with the wind through the window on the first floor into Roy's bedroom....
The young man said nothing, yet it felt as if he said everything, shrugging innocently at Maha.
Maha looked deeply at him, tilting his head helplessly to Betty: "You see, the child has grown, and now knows how to hide things, it's not easy to coax something out of him anymore."
Is that a thing? That can promote the transformation of followers, to see, similar to the divine skill of [Divine Blessing]... not telling... is the right way.
Betty rolled her eyes at Maha, scrutinizing Roy with emotion: "Surprising, for everyone, always say... surprise...."
"Child, you are very good, really good... great-grandmother is looking forward to the day you brandish your sword and question the gods."
Roy: "Great-grandmother,"
"Sigh~"
The young man smiled brightly, glancing at both her and Maha: "By that time, I'll settle the scores for both of you together!"
Betty was startled, instinctively glancing at Maha. The old man looked at Roy deeply in silence, without saying a word.
After a moment, he left a sentence and disappeared with Betty: "Beat your dad first and we'll talk."
"Squeak~" The chair swayed slightly, already devoid of Maha's figure, leaving a table in disarray, which was soon cleared up by the arriving Tsubone.
The old steward's two pink pigtails swayed in the wind,
As soon as she entered, she placed her right hand on her chest, bowing to Roy in a salute: "Young Master, the master instructed that I am responsible for the young master's daily life, until...."
"Wutong wakes up."
"One week." Roy held up a finger: "He will wake up in just one week."
"Yes." Tsubone bent over to pick Wutong up from the bed, skillfully tidied up the dishes with one hand, and left with the trolley.....
"Wheel..." The wheels of the trolley screeched lightly as they rolled over the stone corridor....
The door closed, isolating Roy and Tsubone from inside and outside, as if separating two worlds....
At that time, it was still early, Roy, as usual, put on his training clothes, went to the training room to loosen up, preparing for a meeting with Grandpa Jager in the evening, to delve deeper into the Dark Continent and continue to explore, Bandle City.
Tsubone, one hand holding Wutong, and one hand pushing the trolley, listened to the heartbeat inside the blood cocoon resonating like muffled thunder, the internal "Nen" steadily climbing, memory harkening back to that afternoon, the day he met with the sword in hand for his master, time passing... circumstances have changed drastically.
"Lucky guy, you were right....."
"Young Master Roy truly... always treats you as a person......"
Envy swept over like a tide, Tsubone sighed faintly, not knowing whether it was for herself or lamenting herself, and in a moment emerged from the ancient castle, disappearing into the mountain forest path....
"Dong~" At seven in the morning, the clock struck the hour....
Roy put on his training clothes and left, the outfit was tight, even the largest size prepared by Wutong seemed a bit small... clearly,
The young steward never imagined the young master would suddenly have such a growth spurt.
"Step... step...." In the corridor leading to the training room, Roy closed the door, hands in pockets, silver hair gleaming as he strolled down the age-stained passageway, wafting the fragrance of earth, listening to birds slicing through the skies with their clear cries, contrasting to yesterday's walk... the mindset was starkly different, at least,
The waist was more upright and firm!
He walked unhurriedly, passing gardens, dim yellow rooms, around the corner, suddenly pausing his steps, nearing the training room, lifting his eyes to see....
Across, equally graceful silver hair, hair longer than his, stature taller, wearing a jet-black training outfit, with a bulging chest larger than his, stopped upon seeing him too, lifted eyes to stare....
There seemed an undercurrent in the air, transforming into sparking "crackling~" explosions!
"Have Tsubone alter your clothes, they're small." Silva spoke with no smile, hands in his pockets too, quietly watching Roy.
Roy had no objection, lightly uttering: "Alright."
Casually explained for Wutong: "He didn't expect I would grow so fast."
"I didn't expect it either." Silva took a step past, brushing his shoulder: "Not only did I not expect you to grow so fast, I didn't expect you to mature so quickly either."
The man overtook him in a few steps, back turned, saying: "You set the time, I am ready anytime."
Roy also turned his back, as if standing across a river from him, amidst a roaring torrent imbued with mighty force, slowly shaking his head: "Not now."
Silva paused again: "Give me a reason."
"No reason," Roy's eyes darkened slightly with a touch of blood, with subtle whirlpools spinning, calmly said: "The year isn't up, let alone....."
"What I want isn't a tie with you,"
"But to completely... defeat you!"
"Hohoho... hahaha...." Silva, like the morning hearing the young man push open the Gate of Trial, laughed out loud, his form suddenly moved, disappearing in a flash....
"I'll wait for you to reach the highest!"
"Pop~" At the spot where the man stood, two deep footprints remained.
That was pure physical strength, unleashing terrifying power without using "Nen", also a manifestation of Silva's [Visualization]——
Using one force to break all methods, the ultimate Martial Arts · only · violence, you!
It's just unknown, between pure force and the [Susanoo] comparable with [Hundred Forms of Guanyin], which is superior!
Roy's scarlet eyes, three jet-black tomoe completely formed,
The young man lowered his eyelids, facing away from the departing Silva, lifted his eyes scanned the interface,
[Hint: "Yin Escape": Level 3 (8974/10000) (Note: Benefitting from "Muzan", "Kokushibo", "Nakime" and others' given "negative emotions", the host is but a step away from reaching Level 4, unlocking the "Mangekyo Sharingan")]
Then looked up again, noticing the red sun fully rising over the horizon, now a golden sun, feeling vaguely that it was somewhat dazzling, yearning for the nightfall, longing for darkness and filth, desires to return to the Hokage world, don the guise of Uchiha Jin, and collect evil...
Roy touched his heart briefly, scoffing at himself: "Indeed a naturally evil Uchiha,"
"Willing to forsake everything for power,"
Then stepped forward, body gradually radiating specks of fluorescence, when he reappeared, he was already standing in the training room, drawing his sword and wielding his blade, commencing the daily Ten Thousand Basic Swings...