"Boom!" Another explosion... The Nen Nail that Illumi flicked was accurately shot down by Wutong!
A young man with black hair stood on a sturdy tree trunk, gazing distantly at the butler by the villa's window mast through the shadows of the trees... At a certain moment, the Nen on his body suddenly disappeared, causing a sharp focus in one's gaze!
"Zetsu?" Netero raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Hoho... Not foolish at all..."
The Manipulation system competing with Emission system in "Nen Bullet" is undoubtedly challenging the opponent's strengths with one's shortcomings... Netero easily recognized Illumi's system, feeling pleased on his own... Suddenly, a rough breathing sound was heard, accompanied by the howl of a bellows, like muffled thunder exploding in the sky,
The old man paused the hand stroking his beard and abruptly looked up, peering through the shadows of the trees towards the mountainside... A blurry whirlwind enveloped a figure, under the conditions of Zetsu and closing the Acupoints, at a terrifying speed, pulling out several afterimages on the spot, swiftly rushing towards Wutong... Netero frowned, casting a sidelong glance deeply at Zeno and Silva, saying, "I didn't know you Zoldycks have such 'Assassination Techniques'."
An assassination technique that can change the 'breathing rhythm', even altering the 'breathing method'... How is it done?
Netero's gaze was profound,
Having lived most of his life, he's encountered countless martial artists, confident that there are no martial arts he doesn't understand. But seeing this... Illumi in Zetsu state, using Full Concentration, propelling Wind Breathing, darting towards Wutong... Netero had to admit that he was too arrogant.
"Don't look at me, I can't do it." Zeno said, arms folded, leaping onto a large tree.
Netero turned to Silva... Silva, with a stern face, recalled the sword techniques Roy practiced in his early days of learning swordsmanship. At that time... He imitated a few times, but only got its form, not its essence, thinking it was just a martial art, unaware ... martial arts have rankings, clearly... he underestimated this 'Breathing Technique'...
Silva's gaze shifted momentarily, murmuring, "This is Roy's thing."
Netero was unsurprised, murmuring an acknowledgment.
Unseen and unheard of, beyond comprehension, perhaps... only that lad could achieve it.....
'He really resembles you, Jager. If you were here and saw him, I'm sure you would clap joyfully.....'
The least assassin-like Zoldyck... Netero slightly raised his chin, gazing towards Roy's bedroom from afar... The young man directly pushed the door open and entered, only to hear him smile and say, "After all these years, there's finally some progress,"
Following... like the wind, Illumi flashed into Wutong's sight like a phantom, holding a wooden nail in hand, stabbing directly at the butler's chest!
Fire away... Divine Spear!
Once etched with one of Roy's sword techniques, the Nen Device Wooden Nail, spanning across space suddenly elongates!
In just the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Wutong!
Within arm's reach, Wutong could even feel the sting of the skin through the tailcoat. For the first time since awakening, his expression became serious!
"This is the young master's swordsmanship; one must give respect!"
Summit Contraction, open!
The wind arrives, the wooden nail tip, a cold gleam bursts forth!
In this moment of crisis, Wutong gripped the biceps of the Infinite Divine Spear with his right hand, suddenly moved, let go!
Under the instantaneous empowerment of 2.7 times amplification, a "Nen Bullet" flickering with a red glow shot out instantly!
Meeting Illumi's lightning-like thrust, it blasted forth!
"Boom!" A sudden flash of light swept across the world... "Crack~" Along with the room, the entire wall shattered instantly!
Amidst the exclamation, Kurajing covered Kurapika's ears, huddled in the bedroom corner, quietly watching... Behind the glare, Illumi, turned into a chicken coop head, standing in the debris, staring straight at Wutong, mouth opened, spewing black smoke, followed by a collapse forward...
"You won....."
"The young master won...."
Which young master, Young Master Roy!
Wutong put away the Infinite Divine Spear, his steps moved, caught Illumi before he fell to the ground, and gently embraced him.....
The butler stood amidst the debris, appropriately looking through the shadows of the trees at some points of light, gazing towards the deep woods, that clear pond... holding Illumi, nodding to Silva, Zeno, and Netero.
At this moment, the three fell silent, watching him, no longer as a butler, but... as a fellow competitor on the same starting line. There was no trace of contempt in their eyes.....
After a while, Netero chuckled, loudly saying, "Silva, Zeno, the old man truly likes Roy more and more....."
"Tell him, take the old man on a dream journey, how about it?"
Silva gave Wutong a deep glance and turned to leave,
Leaving Zeno to shoot Netero a glance and quietly dropped a line: "Even Grandpa hasn't gone there, so you better not think about it."
Netero: "...."
Dazed for a while, clearly not anticipating that even Maha hadn't entered Roy's dream world, coming back to his senses, he sighed feebly, waving his sleeve and left with Mamen Beans.....
Stomach growled, "Eat!"
"Step... Step....." The world's strongest human left in frustration... Gradually the forest lost their silhouettes... A few seconds later, as Wutong cradled Illumi walking slowly, Zeno with arms folded waited by the clear pond, opened his arms, and said to the butler: "Hand him over to me."
Unexpectedly, Illumi, sustaining consciousness, refused Zeno, stubbornly said: "No, I want to see him,"
Zeno frowned: "Heal first."
Illumi, leaning on Wutong, holding his disheveled head, insisted: "See him first...."
Zeno opened his mouth about to say more, suddenly heard Roy's distant voice, penetrating the forest, calmly said: "Bring him to see me."
Wutong acknowledged respectfully, inclining slightly to Zeno, turned and cradled Illumi, quickly sped towards the mountaintop castle....
"Whirl~" A gust of wind rose, rustling the leaves....
Zeno's white hair flailed, watching Wutong carry Illumi away,
Self-mockingly smiled, saying: "Grandpa, the kid's grown up, doesn't obey anymore....."
"Squeak~" In the dim small room, amidst the rocking chair's sway, a faint snort was heard: "Has the kid grown or are you too incompetent?"
"Worthless thing, don't mention you are Maha's grandson when outside!"
"Old man can't afford that embarrassment!"
Zeno: "...."
Mouth twitched heavily, like a stone, resolutely weathered in the wind....
"Dong...." At the time of six, the red sun had completely jumped out from the horizon,
The lavish light and heat poured down, the hot air was already starting to steam.....
When Wutong arrived with Illumi, Tsubone had already turned on the air conditioning, silently stepped aside.
Wutong awoke, and so her tenure as substitute butler came to an end.....
The old butler, with pink twin tails swinging, slightly nodded at Wutong,
Wutong returned a gentle smile, cradling Illumi, walked inside.....
"Young master,"
"Put him on the bed."
Roy sat by the desk, writing on a piece of white paper, a bright Nen pocket quietly stuck to his chest, the young man with silver and golden hair interwoven, speaking to Wutong without lifting his head.
In his mind, just now a possibility flashed, a chance to eliminate the Curse—
Use Tools!
A Curse that a Thought Erasure Master can't remove, Tools might succeed... Since he had already used Light Involvement, manifesting the Dimensional Pocket, Roy naturally saw no reason not to use it!
"Scribble...." The pen moved like a dragon,
Roy focused on organizing the tools, faintly visible were the words "Time Wrapper," "Forgetfulness Rod," "Anti-Curse Amulet," as he spoke over his shoulder, "Tell me, why did you have to see me?"
Illumi lay tattered like a plush toy, collapsed on Roy's bed, eyes fixed like dead fish, staring at the ceiling, weakly said: "I'm not satisfied."
"You know, I can't be inferior to him."