Mind games?
Provoke the opponent, make them lose their mind in an instant, seek a sliver of possibility from the impossible...
"If it weren't Silva we're facing, there might be a chance."
Zeno added with the old man...
An old man becomes wise, his insight is naturally extraordinary.
As Maha and Zeno said, an elephant will never care about an ant's provocations, because if unhappy, it can just crush it with a foot...
Silva was not moved at all.
The tall figure stood in the training room, expressionless, looking at Roy, a trace of mockery curled on his lips,
This mockery was undisguised and striking enough...
'Clumsy provocation...' Illumi spoke Silva's mind.
The foolish Mamen Beans hid in the corner, peeking at Roy.
Roy leaned on the sword, panting heavily, having anticipated this result long before.
If his arrogant father were the type to easily lose his temper, he wouldn't have reached this day, bearing the name of patriarch of the world's number one family of killers.
But, isn't the meaning of life about trying?
Even if it fails, just try again...
Roy wiped the bloodstains from his face to prevent them from obstructing his view, took a deep breath, drew Yubashiri, regained his stance, aligning the sword tip with his gaze, pointing at Silva.
'From the garden to the training room takes three seconds... using "Dark Step" shortens it by two seconds, using Zetsu again shortens it by 0.5 seconds, swinging the sword takes 0.01 seconds....'
'So I have only 0.51 seconds to attack...'
'In these 0.51 seconds, I must distinguish Nen, dodge the whip, and find the opportunity to swing the sword for a slash...' Roy squinted slightly, giving a self-deprecating smile...
Thinking to himself, "This task is really heavy."
At that moment, the wind blew, willow branches danced thousands of strands, leaning against the willow tree, Roy closed his eyes, sealing all Acupoints, starting to adjust his breath...
Zetsu, aside from lowering one's sense of presence, also suits tracking, with the effect of gathering energy within the body and eliminating fatigue.
The weakness caused by blood loss gradually took over... Roy had to stabilize the present, and once again opened his eyes, taking a bow-step forward, darting out again....
Visible to the naked eye—
A streak of flowing light approached, Roy straightened, aiming a thrust at Silva's chest!
This time he abandoned the slash...
Swinging the sword requires raising the hand... thrust doesn't... Roy fully utilized the principle of "maximum extension of the arm," advancing close to Silva, silently thrusting the blade forward!
"Whizz—"
The blade tip pierced through air, igniting a burst of flame....
Silva's pupils reflected the image of the boy advancing bravely, a trace of approval flashed in his eyes, yet it was quickly turned to ashes by the whip he raised.
Submit?
Dream of freedom?
Still hope to reach the top step by step?
Rebellious child, the road ahead awaits you, and there is only one path—
"Return to the family honestly!"
"Snap~" Air exploded, the whip overtook, heavily striking Roy,
Yubashiri slipped from his hand, followed by what appeared to be a defeated cry as Roy was knocked down by a whip, collapsed at Silva's feet.
'It's over.' Illumi said expressionlessly, watching the scene, turning to leave.
A mantis trying to stop a cart at this point... this is the price of being ignorant and attempting to counter.
He wasted no time, stepped out, but couldn't have expected—
"Whoosh—"
A streak of cold light flashed, brushing his cheek, flew out, whisking away a strand of Silva's silver hair, with a crisp "ding," nailing it to the south wall.
Illumi suddenly stopped, instinctively raised his eyes, just to see—
An entirely white Samurai Sword, the hilt connected to a thread, the thread's end was an upright middle finger.
"Cough haha... just like this." The owner of the middle finger coughed blood, head buried in the floor, let out a cold laugh, head drooping along with the middle finger...
At that moment, the wind seemed to halt, bringing the atmosphere in the training room to a freeze!
"How did he do it?" The boy wondered.
The response was a soft laugh....
"Haha, the kid really stole it..."
In a dimly lit room, Maha patted the armrest, grinning, motioned for Zeno to stop staring, come massage his legs.
Zeno hesitated for a moment, then returned to his senses, shook his head, and put away En...
"Using the opened seam of the sleeve to connect the sword hilt, indeed, it's clever he thought of it..."
Zeno murmured...
It turned out that right beside Silva's feet, a stream of Nen attached to the thread quickly dissipated, it was this Nen that, via the thread, steered Yubashiri in mid-air to curve, taking advantage of Silva and Illumi's inattentiveness, brushing their cheeks, flying out....
Three whips ended, the test concluded, coincidentally, this moment was the period when everyone relaxed their guard.
Making a sudden move at this time, Silva couldn't be an exception either, relying only on his body's extraordinary instinctual response to turn his head and avoid, the result... was a strand of hair severed and pinned to the wall,
"Do you understand?" Silva pinched the hair, silent for a moment, then suddenly asked Illumi.
Illumi recalled, stiffly nodded.
"Tell me."
"The call for submission was to throw bait, deliberately raising father's vigilance, when the test ended, and father really relaxed his vigilance, that's his only chance to strike..."
"And,"
"What else?" Illumi looked at Silva puzzled.
He was greeted by Silva's whip swung overhead,
Instantly knocking him, after Roy, to the ground.
"And strength."
"He can withstand my three whips, can you?"
Silva flicked the whip and hung it on the southern wall, right next to Yubashiri, hands pocketed, leaving expressionlessly...
The strand of silver hair swayed gently in the wind... just like Illumi's consciousness, drowsy, descending into complete darkness.
"Strength..." The boy, in a haze, tilted his head, closed his eyes.
The butler Luke waited outside, saw Silva walk out, bowed to him.
Silva: "Dig a pit and bury them."
"Yes." Familiar with the task, Luke wondered... Young Master Roy doesn't seem to enjoy sleeping in a pit...
Luke muttered inwardly, yet didn't hesitate, taking up a shovel, obeying the command.
Later, two heads slowly awakened in the garden, glaring at each other distastefully.
"Who buried me here?" Roy glimpsed at Luke.
"It was the old master."
Roy: "...."
"Dig me out."
"Yes."
Rustling sounds...
Roy was lifted out of the pit, lay beside the willow tree, the gentle breeze blowing, willow shade providing sun shelter, felt slightly comfortable.
"Hey~"
At this time came an extremely uncomfortable shriek... ruining the beautiful sunset...
Illumi opened his empty eyes, meticulously stared at Roy, "I will not lose to you."
Roy simply closed his eyes again, pretending not to hear.
Illumi stubbornly repeated: "I will not lose to you."
Roy turned over, simply showing his back to him.
Illumi opened his mouth wide: "Did you hear me, I said, I will not lose to you."
"Enough already!" Roy suddenly erupted in anger, tossed a slipper, hit Illumi on the head.
Quiet settled again....
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