He remained silent, tacitly acknowledging it...
Even though the expression of these four "blood energy pillars" is less shocking than the "blood cocoon" last time,
but for someone like Netero who is witnessing this situation for the first time, it is undeniably shocking... Even,
in Netero's view, the boy growing stronger in spasms gave him a feeling of extreme absurdity and despair....
"He's usually like this," a warm wind gently blew through the window and into the practice room, causing the two's silver hair to sway lightly.....
Zeno remained silent for a while, then glanced deeply toward Roy's bedroom and said: "This isn't the first time, you'll get used to it."
Netero's old eyes showed a sparkling wave, and after the initial shock, he slowly sat down, his gaze swept from Roy's bedroom, across the dim little room, and finally upstairs, chuckled and said: "You're quite open, some people may not be."
Zeno followed Netero's gaze.....
On the second floor of the Zoldyck Family's castle, the door of the spacious master bedroom opened, blocked again by a tall figure,
behind came the sound of Killua being coaxed to nap with a gentle lullaby.....
Next to him was a small bed, plush toys, and a few cartoon decorations hanging at the bedhead....
Silva's beautiful silver hair draped behind his head, arms crossed over his chest, he stood by the gigantic floor-to-ceiling window, silently watching Roy's bedroom,
inside, Killua's electronic eyes flickered, while coaxing Killua, and watching his back, he wondered what was going on, always felt... her man seemed absent-minded lately,
was it due to the exhaustion from taking care of the child, or was it because of her demands during ovulation?
Neither... Killua twisted her fair neck, electronic eyes flickering with several intricate snowflakes,
among a crowd of Nen users, although she did not belong to those tasked with "combat", ultimately as the chosen daughter-in-law of the Zoldyck Family, now the head matriarch of the first assassin family,
on the "reconnaissance" front, not weaker than anyone,
naturally felt the successive shocks from the sky of those "blood energy pillars"!
'Roy... how did you suddenly become silver-haired?'
"Ya-Ya," Killua in her arms opened his mouth to chew on his fingers, a few sparse silver hairs on top of his head, reflected in Killua's vision, made the woman dazed and confused... like Silva, always seemingly lost in thought,
since marrying into the Zoldyck Family, the woman always thought of having a silver-haired child, even if just one,
now, after more than ten years, she finally got her wish,
not only was newly born Killua silver-haired, her elder son also became silver-haired,
yet Killua didn't feel the expected happiness, instead fell into deep bewilderment, occasionally staring into space while looking at Killua in her arms, once questioning if it was necessary to have birthed him... if she had known earlier about Roy's transformation!
But the wheels of time only move forward, not backward......
"Hush~" Killua closed his eyes and fell asleep,
Killua covered him and got up, gently placing him on the small bed, slipping on her slippers, quietly exited the bedroom, came beside Silva, reached to hold his arm, rested her head on his shoulder, and asked: "Stop looking, wait a bit, won't tomorrow come soon?"
Tomorrow... just tomorrow... Silva's hawkish gaze was sharp as a blade, expressionless as he exhaled twin trails of dragon-like vapors from his nostrils, pushed Killua away, turned towards his study: "Tonight, I'll sleep in the study."
"Even if you don't say, I wouldn't want it!" Killua stomped her foot and called out to Silva's departing back: "I can hold it."
Silva's steps didn't pause, without looking back: "It's me,"
"Can't hold it!"
Finally waited until this day, a day far sooner than he imagined...!
Silva's breathing became heavy, his insides roiled with a surging flame, truly waiting for it, suddenly found himself... also a lot harder to remain calm than he thought!
This feeling, he hadn't felt it for who knows how long, last time,
was twenty years ago,
in that battle with Zeno, where he succeeded in defeating his father, receiving the nod from grandpa Maha to take over as patriarch,
now time flashes by, twenty years later, taking Zeno's former position,
how would he fare? How would Roy fare?
In any case,
he won't lose!
Silva's hands hung low, suddenly clenched into fists, the air in his palms exploded with a piercing sonic boom, quickly snuffed out by him.....
With a "bang!" he closed the study door,
leaving Killua alone with an electronic eye flashing agitated chaotic snowflakes, amidst the deserted corridor, disorganized....
"Alas... each of these kids has their own stubbornness, it was like this with Jager before, now Silva, Roy too," inside the dim little room of the Zoldyck Family's castle,
misty Nen bubbled, Betty Zoldyck with ponytail emerging from Maha's body, her watery eyes brimming with age and hardship, gazed through the thick walls toward the second floor, glanced again, glared at Maha: "Indeed... they all take after you......"
Maha's dry body nonchalantly sprawled on the rocking chair, rocking "squeak" sounding, chuckled,
without retort,
only glanced at Roy's bedroom, his shrewd eyes faintly pondering....