"Grandpa,"
"Hmm,"
"Was the mission successful?"
"Successfully and not...," Zeno swayed his white hair, looked at Roy and said, "Like you, I've killed the target, but unfortunately... it wasn't the main one."
"Proxy doll?" Roy frowned,
The "death" of Meteor Street's Guzman was still fresh in memory. Just the other day, Wutong mentioned that the intelligence Hall gathered had come in, saying... the [True] cult was spreading like wildfire across several continents, rapidly growing and drawing significant attention from the V5, Kakin, and Hunter Association... Their blatant disregard for these continents... truly arrogant, yet...
Wondering who's more despicable compared to when Beyond Pariston manipulated Netero, deliberately capturing "ants" and sending them to NGL to begin fostering a nest...
Roy's gaze flickered, suddenly remembering something he seemed to have forgotten. He glanced at Zeno and said, "Grandpa, who's the employer?"
Many wanted Guzman dead, but those familiar with his situation, and could provide information to Zeno anytime... were few.
Zeno squinted his eyes, chuckled, "A very interesting lad."
"He asked me to kill Guzman, to draw attention for him, giving him a chance to duel one-on-one. Let me think, seems like it's called..."
"Sisko Moro."
The [True] bishop... Lord Sisko...✕,
The [Eccentric] Duel King... Sisko Moro...✓.
In the original work, joining the Phantom Troupe just to find an opportunity to tussle with Kuroro... and now, joining the [True God Cult], just to find an opportunity to take on other archbishops... seems there's no difference....
"Seems like something he would do." Roy nodded.
Zeno looked surprised, "You know him?"
"Once met briefly, I had once pinned him against a wall."
"Hmm..." Zeno patted Roy's shoulder, "As I understand that lad, you might just be on his list."
Roy shrugged, indifferent.
Obsessing over duels, daring to speak openly on the Hunter Association's airship, before Netero himself, claiming the sole purpose of exam participation was to take on Netero... being on the list might not be so unusual.
"Let him," Roy said carelessly, "If he doesn't come, I live; if he comes, he dies—how simple."
The lad glanced casually at the panel; already the "Evaluation" had grown robustly from a "tender apple sapling" to a "fruit-bearing apple tree". As for who's the farmer and who's the apple... remains unknown.....
A gust stirred, causing Roy's black hair to sway gently... the two spoke quietly without avoiding others, meanwhile,
Illumi leaned against the wall, rubbing a wooden nail, silently noting these words... 'True God Cult... Sisko Moro....'
'Since there's hostility towards Nissan, then...'
'I'll,'
'kill them all!'
The youth's black hair was even longer than Roy's, draped like ink to his waist, shimmering faintly in his palm, precisely from recently learning [Nen] with Maha, having just grasped [Ken]! Perhaps it's fate... or maybe eccentrics famously find common ground... or maybe it's the "extraordinary evil thought aggregation law".....
At this dawn, when the red sun hadn't yet leaped out, but the morning glow had already torn through the darkness....
Feeling the corridor beyond the bedroom door, filled with the aura of age, such as... with the blood ties of brotherly bonds like Roy, Illumi, Milluki,
Father Silva appeared steady, but inside, impatiently waiting,
along with the anticipation of grandpa Zeno, and great-grandpa Maha......
"Wah...." A baby's cry, accompanied by an undeniably hushed grunt from Killua... came faintly through the door crack, the window....
Roy, along with Zeno, Illumi, Silva, Maha, and the yawning, already awake Milluki simultaneously looked up....
"Squeak~"
The bedroom door opened,
In sight.... two pink pigtails hoisting a tender baby walked out.....
"Master, it's born... with silver hair!" Tsubone carefully cradled Killua, revealing his soft, tender head with a bit of damp silver hair, lying gently... excitedly said.
Silva stepped forward, taking Killua from Tsubone's grasp, holding him close, gazing down with a soft glance: "Thank you for your efforts."
The man rarely smiled,
He nodded slightly to Tsubone, then looked towards Maha: "Grandpa,"
Maha whisked by like a wind, before Silva could react, Killua was already in his arms... the old man didn't even glance at him, grumbling, "Go and check on your wife."
His demeanor changed instantly at the sight of Killua, smiling broadly... the speed and suddenness of his transformation were rarely seen....
Roy and Zeno exchanged looks, both bewildered,
"When I was born, never saw him this happy." "One kill a day, still in his career" swayed on his chest, Zeno shook his head, saying to Roy, "Only you could compare back then... to Killua."
Speaking, without waiting for Roy to be startled, Zeno brushed past Roy's shoulder, gathered around... the old cane behind his back faintly said, "They all love you, your father, your great-grandfather... even your two brothers all favor you."
Roy stood by the window, behind him the sunrays broke the darkness, reaching out to twirl a wisp, he laughed... who's to deny?
The once mundane me is me, the now grown me is me... the tide of the Republic of Padokea comes, today I finally know that I am, none other......
"Thud~" A faint heartbeat was heard from the small baby held in Maha's arms,
Roy lightly caressed his chest, hearing his own heart "thump" in a muffled echo, like a grand bell, resonating with Killua, with the quietly approaching Illumi, and curiously gathered Milluki... people felt in silence the marvelous sense of "connected by blood", and then looking up... hazily seemed to see a...
belonging to an "era", a grand curtain slowly being drawn.
.....
Uloopian Continent, northeast sea, Greed Island.
A man and woman holding a baby in their arms, gazing out to sea, showing varied expressions.
The man cloaked, head covered, holding a small baby, around two months old, worried about the wind, wrapped him like a cocoon with only eyes showing, mouth sealed with a pacifier... face difficult, as if pleading: "Can't you stay?"
Ging's hair disheveled, visibly haggard since separating from Roy, unsure whether from sleeplessness or worry, eagerly looking at the woman before him.
The woman named Vivian had a face as cold as ice, occasionally looking at the small Gon in Ging's arms, showing rare tenderness, resolutely and slowly shook her head: "I've repaid your kindness, as agreed... after giving birth to Gon, I'm leaving, you mustn't stop me."
Ging frowned, "Is the Dark Continent truly that nice?"
Vivian remained silent, her long hair swaying with the sea breeze, strands lying over her face, slightly disordered, but her gaze kept looking... gazing distantly into the depths of the sea, the shore, the vast and far-reaching continent beyond Mobius Lake, calmly saying: "It's not good, but... that's my home."
"I came from there, I ought to return."
"What about Gon, what about him?" Ging holding Gon with one hand, grasped Vivian's with the other: "You can wait, wait till I get permission, personally sending you home."
"You know, I also love adventure, my ancestors once set foot there, sooner or later... I definitely will go!"
"I believe." The woman leaned in and kissed Gon's cheek, unwilling and yet decisively stood up straight, forcefully breaking free from Ging's grip... she dared not look at Gon, nor at Ging again, directly turning away, still gazing at the sea, said: "I can't wait that long."
Saying so, her body began to turn to stone from head to toe, until she became an ordinary stone....