Silva beckoned to Killua, who was frowning in thought.
"Killua, come here. Come stand with me."
With his hands in his pockets, Killua walked over, looking a little confused. Silva then rested his right hand on Killua's head and gently stroked his silver hair.
Killua's body gave a noticeable twitch. He seemed unaccustomed to it, but gradually relaxed, like a cat being petted the right way, letting his father stroke him.
Silva thought about the Zoldyck Family's circumstances. Perhaps because they worked in assassination, they had been cursed: for four generations, their family had had only one child at a time.
It wasn't until Silva and Kikyo came together that they had five children in succession.
Of those five, four had inherited their mother's black hair. Only their third son, Killua, had the silver hair passed down through their family line.
This bloodline made Killua particularly special, and was one reason everyone had pinned their hopes on him, not to mention the talent and potential he later displayed.
How could someone like Killua not be the focus of everyone's expectations?
Illumi had a point. Gelman had been out of the assassination business for a long time, and was unlikely to return to that dark trade. Instead, he would keep going farther down the Hunter's path.
Gelman could still teach Killua some things about assassination, but he probably couldn't teach him to "complete missions cold-bloodedly."
But so what?
No matter who Killua's future Nen ability teacher or "temporary guardian" was, one fact would never change.
My blood runs through his veins!
My great-grandfather, grandfather, father, and I—when we were young, didn't each of us have our own ideas? Didn't we all want to rebel and leave the Zoldyck Family?
When he was young, Grandfather even abandoned the assassination business for a