Six days passed in the blink of an eye.
The winter snow had been falling continuously for nearly a month. Sean, as usual, rolled out of bed, immediately grabbed a pen, and drew a large 'X' on the calendar. The day had come.
The young man suddenly recalled his favorite movie from his past life, "Huo Yuanjia."
The beggar Sun Wuji smilingly asked Huo Yuanjia: "Huo Yuanjia! Huo Yuanjia! When will you be number one in Tianjin?"
Huo Yuanjia smiled: "Today!"
'That's right, today!' "I'm going to give myself, who is about to turn fourteen, a grand coming-of-age present!"
The corner of Sean's mouth pulled up. His smile seemed to transcend time and space, overlapping with Huo Yuanjia's from all those years ago. Both were equally high-spirited, confident, and wild.
"Young Master, breakfast is served." "Squeak..." Just then, the door opened, and Gotoh walked in pushing a food trolley.
The young butler brushed off the snow, lifted the cloche, and steam rose with a fragrant aroma. Today's breakfast was bacon, soft-boiled eggs, and a butter croissant, with a drink... fresh milk from the Zoldyck family's own ranch. It was all about a balanced diet.
"Thanks for the hard work." Sean picked up a piece of bacon, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to eat heartily. Beside him, Gotoh watched silently. It was hard to imagine that in just three years... the Young Master had already grown to the point where he could challenge the Master!
'Clearly, three years ago, he was a rookie who wasn't even my equal. Yet three years later, he has grown into someone I can't even hope to catch up to, even if I crane my neck to look up!'
"Young Master... can you win?" Gotoh suddenly asked.
"What do you think?" Sean downed the large glass of milk in one gulp and ate no more. Being about seventy percent full was enough; eating more would just cause bloating when he started fighting.
"I believe the Young Master will definitely win!" Gotoh raised a fist at Sean.
Sean laughed loudly, patting him on the shoulder. His gaze rested on Gotoh's glasses for a moment as he said meaningfully, "Let me tell you something. These old-timers are all relics of a bygone era."
"In other words, the new era... has no ship that can carry them!"
"Heh. That brat is insulting us in a roundabout way, isn't he, Zigg?" In the small cabin on the back mountain, Maha Zoldyck "crunch, crunch" chewed on a baguette, like a mangy old hamster. He occasionally shot a sideways glance at Sean on the screen, pursing his lips in annoyance.
Zigg refilled the old man's empty cup with hand-ground coffee and chuckled, "He's not wrong. Father, you, me, Alluka... aren't we all relics of a bygone era? We'll all be eliminated by the times sooner or later."
"Bullshit! That's you." Maha Zoldyck winked smugly at Zigg. "Your old man, me, I'm no worse than the young folks. Let me tell you a secret, those little girls down the mountain love me. They call me 'geigei' one after another. You can't imagine how wonderful it is."
Zigg: "..."
'Do they like you? They like your money!'
'You shameless old fool.' Zigg subtly rolled his eyes, adjusting the surveillance glasses he was wearing to get a closer look.
After bidding farewell to Gotoh, Sean leaped away, soaring towards the mountain forest like a bird. The forest was riddled with cameras, but no matter how well-hidden, none escaped Sean's perception.
A faint, cold smile played on Sean's lips. He ignored the cameras, found a large tree, and silently climbed up. He reached out, placing one hand on Illumi's head and the other on Killua's. "Whatcha lookin' at? Mind if I join?"
Illumi and Killua's bodies instantly stiffened. From the left and right, a Nen needle and a hand-chop, they instinctively attacked. Unfortunately—
"My foolish little brothers... if you treat your big brother like this, I'll be really hurt, you know."
A "Big Brother's Iron Fist of Love" landed on both Illumi's and Killua's heads. Even though Illumi had already broken his limits once, the pain almost brought tears to his eyes. He clutched his head and squatted down with Killua.
"Ugh. That brat doesn't know his own strength. He'd better not seriously break them." Not far away, in the middle of a small mountain lake, Silva stood on the water's surface, his arms crossed. He cast a glance over from the distance.
Killing intent, as tangible as a blade, condensed and shot towards him. Sean's black hair fluttered backward, and his face tingled with pain.
"A kill a day, active for life. Dad... how many kills a day is it for you? And when do you plan to retire?"
The [Wind] property blew, scattering Silva's killing intent. Two divine flames, "poof," ignited in Sean's pupils. The young man chuckled lightly, summoned the Kusanagi sword with a flip of his hand, and tossed it. The sword grew with the wind, carrying Sean across the water, rushing rapidly towards Silva. It was an indescribably stylish sight!
"Show-off. Be careful not to fall in and drown!" Freed from Sean's grip, Illumi rubbed his sore forehead and stood up. The stoic-faced, bratty little brother's eyes were red with jealousy. He was suddenly taken aback to hear Killua mutter, "I want to show off too..."
His face darkened, and he nearly fell out of the tree.
"Heh. As the young people say nowadays, 'It doesn't matter if you can fight, being cool is for life.'" In the back-mountain cabin, Maha Zoldyck finished his breakfast, lay back in his rocking chair, and leisurely fiddled with his surveillance glasses. He clicked his tongue, impressed. Sean's 'riding the wind with a sword' technique had a spark of his own style back in the day.
"Hohoho... I thought you only knew how to fight with your fists back then, old man. I didn't expect you to play with swords too."
"Who?! Which bastard is badmouthing this old man?!" Maha Zoldyck glared at Zigg. Zigg was holding a phone, and the voice was coming from it.
"Hohoho! Stop looking, old man. It's me, Netero!" In the Hunter Association Chairman's office, Netero, also wearing a pair of surveillance glasses, took a sip of fresh lemon tea just brewed by Beans. He let out a satisfied breath of hot air on the cold day.
'Netero? I know it's you!' "Hmph. Ptui."
Maha Zoldyck spat discreetly. "Zigg, hang up. A dog-like thing like him dares to meddle in my family's affairs? Who gave him the nerve!"
Zigg: "..."
He smiled bitterly and silently pointed to the surveillance glasses on his face. "Hanging up is useless. Alluka swiped a pair of surveillance glasses on the way out last time."
'So...' "Give up, old man. Even if you drop dead from anger, you can't stop me from enjoying this grand show!" As expected of an old friend, they were on the same wavelength. Netero laughed. "Sean versus Silva... To be honest, I've been looking forward to this day for three whole years!"
"Right now, don't even mention you, old man. Even if Don Freecss showed up, he couldn't stop me!"
"Chairman, enjoy the show, but can you please leave my ancestor out of it?" In a corner of the Chairman's office, a disheveled Ging was slouched on the sofa, occasionally glancing at the image projected on the wall. That kid riding the wind with a sword, who looked a bit like Silva... he must be the one Netero had been nagging him about on the phone for the past two years. The child who manifested his 'Heart Lake' in less than a day—
Sean Zoldyck!