There are still five hours until midnight,
There are still thirteen hours until eight o'clock tomorrow morning.....
The clock on the south wall ticks away the minutes and seconds,
At 7 p.m., the sun sets in the west, dyeing Kukuroo Mountain a shade of red.....
Silva exercises his body with a bare back, extending his legs, placing them on two chairs, with the muscles of his thighs, back, chest, and arms bulging, the large tendons under his skin clearly visible, like a dragon turning over, creating a strong visual impact and sense of oppression.....
At a certain moment, the man turns his head towards the door,
"Creaaak~" the door is pushed open from outside and in walks a head of hedgehog-like white hair standing straight... Zeno accompanies Netero after dinner and walks in,
With a few steps he reaches the window, looking at Kukuroo Mountain like a great dragon lying down, he speaks softly: "You seem anxious?"
"Crack... crack... crack...." Elbows, shoulders, finger joints make soft noises as Silva moves his body.....
With silver hair spreading on the floor like mercury, the man remains silent,
Zeno ignores him, speaking to himself: "One year or two, it doesn't matter, Silva... did you ever expect Roy would have a day like this?"
"Have you, Father?" Silva turns his neck, his gaze crosses over Zeno's shoulder, watching the sunset completely dip below the horizon, night gradually deepens with the rising of the bright moon, he asks Zeno.
Zeno opens the window, letting the evening breeze stir his white hair, admits candidly: "No,"
"I initially thought he was mediocre, maybe with some talent, but the upper limit could barely touch the edge of an assassin, who could have known, today he would become like this....."
Zeno turns back to look at Silva and asks: "At what point do you think this child started to change?"
"The day he asked me to open his Acupoints." Silva reflects on the past, never forgetting the stubbornness in the young boy's eyes back then... that was an eye filled with unwillingness to be mediocre, unwillingness to sink, unwillingness to live aimlessly, an extreme yearning for strength!
Also an eye full of fighting spirit and ambition!
The man watches the moonlight pour over Kukuroo Mountain, covering it with a veil, speaks deeply: "He doesn't want to be ordinary,"
"So,"
"Step by step he came to now!"
"Stood in front of me!"
"Indeed, isn't it less than three years..." Zeno turns his head looking at the deepening night, his gaze drifting, indescribable emotions...
Silva lowers his eyelids slightly, silently,
Almost forgotten, from dawn until now, as Father said, full to the brim, it's been less than three years!
The man's mood fluctuates, the breeze blows his hair scattered in front of him.....
Zeno turns back to look at him just in time, a meaningful amused smile passes his lips: "Seeing you like this, that Roy kid is far more composed than you."
Silva: "What is he doing now?"
"Sleeping." Zeno's expression reveals a slight quirk, he folds his hands into his sleeves, suppresses his voice with a cackle: "He seems carefree, as if... he doesn't even regard you."
Silva, expressionless, stretches his arms, clenches his fists with a loud "Clap~," the air in his palms bursts with a muffled sound, echoing gently...
The man lifts his head again, a corner of his mouth rises into a cold arc: "Tomorrow, he'll know what he's up against."
Zeno squints, neither agreeing nor disagreeing and hums lightly, replying casually: "In my day, I thought the same, but..."
"There wasn't a result!" Silva indisputably interrupts Zeno,
He simply states: "I'm not you, Father. Not that weak."
Zeno: "....."
His back to Silva, his eye corner involuntarily twitches, he laughs coldly: "Then I'll have to watch closely."
In any case, there's only one night left....
Zeno can wait.....
His white hair dances,
Zeno hunches, hands behind his back, leaving Silva's study,
"Tick-tock... tick-tock...." The minute hand of the clock on the south wall advances, pushing forward another ten minutes....
The old man changes into a sleep robe, looking remarkably like Maha from afar, he steps away, muttering: "This kid's afternoon nap lasts really long....."
"Bang!" He slams the door behind him.
The door trembles with a groan, clearly... Zeno has used force, somewhat angry....
Yet Silva doesn't care at all,
He simply speaks the truth, just as he always, firmly believes... he won't lose!
In every aspect, he finds no reason or excuse to lose....
Silently, he continues exercising, preparing for tomorrow......
'Creak~' It's 8 p.m., exactly seven hours since Roy's afternoon nap ended,
Tsubone has been preparing meals from lunch to dinner, constantly observing Roy's movements, making use of the idle time, holding two babies one to the left and one to the right, she starts coaxing them....
The baby on the left has skin as white as snow, and the one on the right has very dark skin....
The old housekeeper sits with a small stool near the kitchen passage, engrossed in her child-caring, at some moment, she hears distant footsteps from the passageway, followed by two heads of blonde hair emerging... one in a high ponytail, the other softly draped over shoulders.....
Kurajing, along with Kurapika, walks over slowly, bows to her, and says: "Lady Tsubone,"
Tsubone pacifies the babies, glances at Kurapika, and nods slightly to Kurajing saying: "There's hot food in the kitchen, go serve yourself."
Kurajing nods apologetically,
Noticing Tsubone is still holding two babies, quickly she says: "Why not, let me help you deliver the meal to the young master?"