In the darkness, a bright beam of light shone on the little girl,
She wore a pink butterfly hair ribbon, her eyeballs and tongue protruding as she reached out for Muriel Antonio. From the darkness behind, countless hands emerged, some grabbing Muriel Antonio's hair, some clawing at his mouth, some choking his neck, others hugging his thighs, desperately pulling him into the boundless darkness...
"The resentful spirits of those who died unjustly often return to the earth once their vengeance is fulfilled, hard to harness and capture..."
"Roy is different; he seems to be able to absorb the power of the dead to strengthen himself..."
On the second day after Roy left home, Zeno came to massage the old man, as he always did, and inevitably commented on the children in the family.
The elderly often have a common problem; they love to talk about their grandchildren... Maha lifted his neck so he could reach his back, sighed comfortably, and said, "Everyone's fate is different, and if he can, that's his ability,"
"It's good for him to go out, or else he'd become a giant baby stuck at home sooner or later."
The so-called "worldly training of the heart"—how can one train the heart without entering the mortal world?
A powerful "Nen user" must first have a firm will, whether good or evil; in any case, one that won't "shatter at a touch"...
"Grandfather is right," Zeno agreed, "The child's object of meditation is 'the sun,' taking on the duty of liberating all beings; it's understandable that spirits would be drawn to him in Buddhist terms..."
Buddha?
Maha glanced at Zeno sideways, was the kid mocking him?
What Buddha? What liberation of all beings... "Is that kid Netero coming over again?!" The old man's tone was unfriendly, even... his gaze grew dangerous...
Ever since Jager died, that kid kept finding reasons to come over every few days, did he really think Maha was just decoration?
Zeno kept silent, neither confirming nor denying. He always knew that his grandfather had grievances about Netero taking away his father back then, but as it was the twentieth anniversary of his father's death, when the other party proposed to visit a beloved friend, as his son, he couldn't refuse, and so...
With a kick,
He was sent flying by Maha!
"Go find your Buddha, I have no grandson like you!"
"Crash~" Glass shattered, and in the distance, Zeno turned into a black dot on the horizon...
Almost got kicked into "Posthumous Nen"...
Showing just how terrifying accumulated resentment can become!
Gaslan,
In the darkness, the girl tightened her grip around Muriel Antonio's neck, whispering:
"Brother... I miss you so much... really... really miss you..."
"It's been forty years, can you tell me why you strangled me that night?"
"You don't know, it really hurt... so painful, I couldn't breathe at all... I begged you to let me go... but you only squeezed harder... so, my dear brother Muriel Antonio, answer me!"
"Am I not your real sister?"
"Look into my eyes and answer me!"
"Ugh..." The pitch-black resentment soared to the sky, frightening away the passing birds... Muriel Antonio, torn and pulled down into hell, always in pursuit of wonder, finally discovered that he too could fear, could feel terror, and dared not face his sister's tragic death, only glancing at Roy, as if saying... "Save me"...
Roy remained unmoved, pulling out his Staff Blade, splashing a cascade of blood, calmly said: "Your sister is here, why not ask her for salvation."
Muriel Antonio: "....."
Never expected that the blade he sent out years ago would circle back to cut him one day.
Struggling to reach out a hand, only to be pulled down by more hands.
Resentment soared to the sky, the girl was the most ferocious of all living souls Roy had ever seen, he couldn't imagine "being cruelly killed by her own kin just for lacking surprise in expression and being suppressed for forty years without a word" would be such a pain!
Just watched silently...
"Pop~" Muriel Antonio's soul burst like a bubble, shattering the moment it was fully swallowed by darkness....
At this time, an evening breeze blew into the alley, stirring Sisko's red hair, pulling it back... The young man stood on the wall, watching with great interest,
The resentment lost its tether, stood in place for a long time, and then turned to look at Roy, curtseying towards him,
Through the girl's lowered head, Roy could even see her hair ribbon was a pretty pink butterfly bow.
In a dreamy voice she said, "Brother, thank you."
"You're welcome," Roy sheathed his blade, nodded slightly at her,
A realization arose within him—The girl was strong! The resentment was heavy!
She was completely unlike those Residual Souls he had absorbed before, which couldn't stand in the world due to insufficient soul strength, thus losing their tether and dissipating.
Instead, due to hatred birthing resentment, and with the bond of "blood relation," even without a tether, she could roam free for a while, taking the sky as her blanket and the earth as her bed.
It all depends on her willingness...
The night deepened, and a few leaves fell on Muriel Antonio's corpse.....
The girl straightened her back, floated with the wind, intending to see the world... watching the neon lights on the bustling streets, time flew by in the blink of an eye for forty years, all things have changed beyond recognition, as if there's no place for her to settle...
Even many things she didn't recognize, many people wearing fake masks, the false smiles so unfamiliar it scared her, yet when she landed, without hesitation, she plunged into Roy's arms, seemingly finding here that thread of warmth she longed for.
"No more... brother, I hate this world, I don't want to be human anymore in the future..."
[Hint: "Life Energy" +50]
Vaguely, Roy seemed to hear the girl's murmur, he leaned on his Staff Blade, looked up at the sky, letting the evening breeze blow his bangs, his mind fluctuated, filled with a faint sorrow...
"Clap clap clap..." A string of applause echoed, breaking the silence of the night.
Sisko spread his arms and praised: "What a wonderful performance ♡,"
His expression intoxicated, still lingering.
Wutong glanced at him, leaned towards Roy, the girl he was protecting behind him had already safely left the alley, presumably home by now.
In the narrow alley, now only two people remained plus a Joker, which was somewhat eerie.....
"If I said, actually... you stole my prey, would you believe me ♧?"
Sisko, hands in pockets, jumped straight off the wall, eyes fixated on Roy, licking his lips.
"Stop pretending." Wutong also put his hands in his pockets, gripping a few coins, glaring back at him.
At that moment, it felt like time traveled, putting the destined encounter ahead.
The young steward defended Roy, coldly watching Sisko and said: "Wasn't Muriel Antonio your leader, as his comrade, you had countless opportunities to act, why didn't you do it earlier?"
In the end, when the person's dead, he blamed it on the young master... Wutong had to make the other party realize, even the steward's patience has its limits! Especially in matters concerning the young master!
"Hehehe..." Sisko clawed at his face, through his fingers looking at Roy, sinisterly smiled: "Because... your master is more tempting ah ♡~"
'Ah... Subbaraashi... so beautiful and wonderful, I just want to eat him....' His expression gradually twisted, an Evil Thought uncontrollably rolled from Sisko as the center towards Roy...
Wutong squinted, discreetly taking out coins, just about to act, but was stopped by a hand, followed by a breeze past his shoulder... taking another look...
The young man's earrings, depicting the sun and mountains, left afterimages in place, in Sisko's dilated pupils, his eyes puffed, igniting two wheels of sun, seeing through all the Joker's actions... clasping his head, embedding it, head and neck, whole, into the wall, leaving only his body outside, flapping twice, went still...
So...
"Damn, why do I keep encountering perverts?"