"As expected of the opponent I've acknowledged."
Rarely receiving such an evaluation from his mentor, Wing couldn't help but admire: "From the first time I saw him, I knew he was incredibly strong..."
An eighty-one consecutive win record at Heavens Arena is considered a legend.
"Besides Roy, there's another called Illumi, he's also quite formidable," Wing recalled that boy with hollow eyes, who looked two years younger than himself, had won eighty consecutive matches, and recently took down the Emission-type Nen user who tried to snipe him.
"It's just that his methods are a bit brutal, he seems to enjoy killing...."
"They are brothers."
"Ah?" Wing looked at Biscuit in surprise, then realized and smiled: "No wonder they look so alike... The Zoldyck Family is indeed formidable."
"Now that you know they're formidable, do you still want to challenge them?" Biscuit paused, turned around to look seriously at Wing: "The current you may not be little Roy's match..."
Little Roy?
'It seems my mentor really thinks highly of that guy...' Wing resolutely said, "Challenge... why not challenge?"
Let him be strong, like the breeze brushing over a mountainside.
The youth gave Biscuit a broad smile: "Act according to your heart, isn't this what you often teach me?"
"Hee hee... That's more like a child of the Shingen-ryu." Biscuit tiptoed and patted Wing's little head: "After you beat that guy named Morris, go and issue the challenge."
"During the ninety-day silent period, your mentor will take you for special training. Make sure to show the Zoldyck a thing or two!"
"Thank you, mentor,"
"Fool, you're my apprentice, what are you thanking me for, if you keep being so polite, I'll beat you up~"
Biscuit showed Wing her little fist, and Wing shivered, instantly intimidated....
"Yes, mentor."
...
"Young master, that girl is not simple."
After Wing pushed Biscuit away, Wutong attended to Roy during his dinner, recalling how Biscuit managed to help Wing resist his Ren with just one hand, his expression was rather serious.
Roy slowly chewed on his pizza and chuckled: "She's no ordinary girl,"
"In terms of actual age, even combining ours, we wouldn't be as old as her."
In the original work, when Biscuit first appeared in Yorknew City to investigate the gem "Blue Planet," she was already fifty-seven years old; going back thirteen years, she is now forty-four, it's no exaggeration to call her middle-aged.
"?"
Wutong was startled... he trusted the young master's judgment, he wouldn't deceive himself, then... it must be that her disguise is too good!
"Could she be 'Transmutation'?"
Certainly altering one's physique, aside from some rare 'Specialization' type Nen users, only 'Transmutation' type Nen users could achieve this.
"Stop standing there, eat too." Roy didn't say much, he imperatively handed a slice of pizza to Wutong.
In fact, he knew in his heart, the old lady was not just an ordinary 'Transmutation.'"
If he really had to give her a title,
Roy would rather call her "a warrior with a built-in healer!"
Biscuit herself is part of the "Martial Combat Faction," her Nen ability is "Magic Cosmetologist—Miss Quqi," possessing all sorts of professional beauty techniques and abilities, extremely good at eliminating fatigue, clearing negative states, an outstanding support indeed.
In the future, she once assisted Gon by massaging his body to eliminate fatigue, greatly enhancing his training efficiency when helping Gon and Killua train to deal with the ants.
"Munch munch...." Wutong took the pizza and nibbled: "So that's it then..."
"With her backing, no wonder Wing dares to pester like this... I reckon after he finishes this match, he will challenge the young master."
"Within ninety days, let him decide."
Two hundred floors mark a watershed... above is the battle of Nen users, below is just a pecking among amateurs.
The Heavens Arena has a rule; for each battle between Nen users, there is a ninety-day grace period, within which they may choose whether or not to accept others' challenges at their discretion.
Roy nonchalantly took a sip of milk, pondering... even he isn't sure what he will become after ninety days....
Since Wing wants to try, then let it come to pass....
Roy finished his pizza, headed to the shower for a bath, and then threw himself onto the soft big bed to sleep.
Too many things happened today, from getting hijacked to being "ambushed" by Biscuit, plus the pain from his enhanced constitution, the youth was already mentally exhausted, feeling like this day had been longer than a lifetime, soon he fell into a deep sleep.
Wutong guarded him overnight on the sofa beside him, occasionally tucking him in, and seeing he was sleeping soundly, revealed a gentle smile.
"Splash~" The waves rolled up on the beach, walking through a vibrant corridor, arriving at the familiar Sea of Cognition. Roy rolled up his pants and stayed on the shoal for a while, clearing away the clutter in his mind, extending his hand to push open the gate to Demon Slayer.
Upon opening his eyes, it was still Makomo's beautiful eyes looking at him, the girl seemed to enjoy watching him sleep, every time curling up beside him, noticing his open eyes, she whispered to Sabito leaning against the beam: "Well~, I always feel Eiichiro Oda can really see me~"
'You're so close to him, almost crawling into his arms, unless Eiichiro Oda is blind, once he opens his eyes, he's bound to see you first...' Sabito retorted powerlessly, then followed Urokodaki Sakonji, watching him chop radish strips in the kitchen, busy.
During the Taisho period, the vegetables available in winter were nothing but radishes and cabbage.
Recently, Roy had been eating too much meat, and Urokodaki Sakonji worried about his nutritional imbalance, specially making some pickled radishes for him, supplementing a little dietary fiber and vitamins....
"Awake... the porridge is almost done."
Porridge was being heated on the kotatsu, with a little bacon added, the aroma wafted out, and Makomo subconsciously sniffed.
Roy watched, amused, and stayed longer on the kang, turning over to glance out the window, white snow country, serene and vast, bringing a sense of sky high above and clouds flowing quietly.
How nice,
If one could long term live in seclusion here, reading and gardening daily, and keeping a cat and dog, it might be a good way to dispel loneliness....
The thought of retreating suddenly came to mind, but Roy quickly dismissed it....
Without considering family factors, he was still young, still had things to do, places to see, responsibilities to shoulder, vast skies to explore, far from the time to rest yet.
Just like what his father Tanjuro had said through Tanjiro — Roy belongs to the world, never to be confined by a mere mountain and view.
"Gurgle..."
The porridge was done, Urokodaki Sakonji also finished cutting the pickled radishes, plated and brought them out.
Roy had breakfast, rushed to wash dishes, and headed out again, disappearing into the snow while carrying the Shallow Strike.
The daily "Ten Thousand Basic Swings" started!
"Step... step..." The boy trudged through the snow, while Urokodaki Sakonji silently watched him from behind, a gust of cold wind erased his footprints while urging a crow to deliver a "family letter."
Signed: Tomioka Giyu.