The bedroom door creaked open....
A pair of gentle eyes slowly came into Kurapika's view. What kind of eyes were they?!
Though it was their first meeting, Kurapika felt his entire body tense up, as if he was being seen through from head to toe, inside and out. His mind went blank as Kurajing pressed him to bow to Roy,
"Young master, this is Kurapika, my younger brother...."
"Ouch~" His arm hurt a bit, as if it had been pecked by a goose... Kurapika was in a daze as Kurajing secretly twisted his arm, squeezing his mouth as he came back to his senses and followed with a dull greeting: "Hello."
Just in an instant, the gaze that had seen through him dissipated with a warm smile from the youth sitting at the desk... Kurapika carefully straightened his back to look again, finally seeing clearly the face of the person before him,
It's hard to describe the kind of aura he had!
Like standing out in a crowd.....
Kurapika was immediately captivated by the head of silver hair shimmering with a golden glaze at the tips......
"Sit." At this moment, two chairs flew over from the dining table, as if they had grown legs themselves, gently falling in front of Kurajing and Kurapika.
The young girl pulled the boy to sit down and looked at him with feigned annoyance, saying: "Aren't you going to thank the young master?"
Kurapika's eyes slightly drooped, standing like a stick in front of Roy, struggling and hesitating, suddenly bent over, and with gritted teeth apologized to Roy: "Sorry, I made a mistake, please forgive me."
Kurajing was taken aback,
Having only just picked up her brother, she hadn't been happy for more than two seconds, her delicate face visibly paled, and immediately two blotches of 'panic' climbed onto her cheeks...
What's going on?
"Pika, what did you do?!"
Kurajing immediately stood up, like when they were kids, reaching out to tug on Kurapika's ear.
After all, he's her own little brother. If it were someone else, or if Wutong had woken up and was standing here... offending and contradicting the young master might have led to... vanishing into thin air....
Kurajing was instantly bewildered....
Seeing this, Roy was also a bit surprised. He silently summoned a 'Heartworm' with a wisp of Nen, using the line of causality formed from his first encounter with Kurapika, the worm quickly burrowed into the young boy's heart,
Took a brief look,
Noticed Netero and Mamen Beans, and suddenly understood the situation, waving to indicate that Kurajing need not be alarmed....
He smiled warmly and said, "Being cautious of strangers when away from home is not wrong, Xiao Jing, don't blame her,"
Roy raised his hand in a gentle motion, a breeze gently helped support Kurapika's back, helping him up softly... The boy's ear was still in Kurajing's hand, his face slightly pale, his eyes evading and not daring to look at Roy, only hearing Roy continue: "Pretending to be my brother was merely to protect himself, it's not a lie, it should be called 'quick thinking',"
The boy lowered his head, his chest subtly rising and falling, quietly relieved.
'He knows everything....
'How does he know?'
'Is he a worm in my stomach?'
'Fortunately... he doesn't seem to blame me......'
As his thoughts flashed by, Kurapika suddenly felt a 'thump' on the back of his head, as Kurajing angrily gave him a slap and shouted: "Aren't you going to thank the young master?"
The boy almost stumbled, quickly bowing again to Roy in salute: "Thank you."
As he cautiously glanced at Roy, he was like a startled rabbit, fully alert. Even with his sister by his side, any hint of trouble seemed enough to make him take flight, which faintly... amused Roy...
The future mafia boss, with first-rate intelligence and strategy, the 'Chain Hand', one of the only remaining Kurta Race shining on the Black Whale alongside Pyro, already showed signs of his cunning with a thousand threads of thought....
"Sit down." Roy slightly nodded, casually using 'Wood Style' to create a few teacups, then pointed his finger, 'Water Style' emerged, Nen turned to water forming a babbling stream, flowing slowly into the cups as he gestured for the two to take a cup each,
Kurapika sat on the edge of the chair, eyes wide open, dumbfounded watching... this seemed like a magic trick, being performed so openly before his eyes... rendered him dumbstruck for a long time before he came back to his senses....
"Young master, Pika has never been out of the village since he was a child, please forgive him." A country bumpkin entering the city, never seen the world... Wasn't I like that before myself?
This time Kurajing didn't blame Kurapika any further, taking her tea that flew over, sincerely apologizing to Roy.
Roy smiled, unimpressed, merely looking with interest at Kurapika staring dumbly at the tea in front of him, as if he saw himself, once working so hard and desperately, yet defined as 'mediocre' by his father and grandfather with one word, full of infinite yearning and craving for 'Nen', for the world of 'Nen'.
The difference is... he knows 'Nen', Kurapika at this moment does not know 'Nen' at all....
"Whoosh~" A breeze blew in from the window, carrying the summer heat, swaying the curtains with a rustling sound....
Roy didn't speak, and neither did Kurajing, just quietly waiting for Kurapika to regain his senses... It was unclear how much time passed, the clock in the corner chimed 'dong', like a drumstick banging on Kurapika's skull, waking him up slowly, looking again at the youth, his gaze was full of... awe!
"May I ask you a question?" The boy's voice was somewhat hoarse,
His throat parched, a bit thirsty, yet he was reluctant to pick up the teacup for a sip of tea, afraid... that with one drink, everything might disappear....