Netero's Vision X Giyu Tomioka's Shock

The excessive concentration of power in the hands of one person can easily lead to various problems.

First, the organization's adaptability is weak, making it unable to respond quickly to Transformation in the world, resulting in delayed or distorted transmission of information or issues, and leading to incorrect judgments.

Second, the lack of effective supervision and the excessive concentration of power have led to corruption and even abuse of power.

Netero has realized some problems and has been considering in recent years whether to assemble another team, hiring the best Hunter in each field to assist him in managing the Hunter Association, of course...

It's definitely not because I'm bored that I want to find opponents to fight when they're free.

"Buzz..." The airship churned through the air, slowly flying towards the venue.

As the sun set in the west, on the "Poseidon bound for Doli Island, the sea reflected the sunset, shimmering with light Kurajing, just like yesterday, pushed the food cart to the bow of the ship to serve Roy his meal.

This time, he learned his lesson and didn't say anything or try to take over, letting Gotoh serve Roy his meal. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck again and looked at Gotoh suspiciously. He found Wutong was focused on peeling shrimp for Roy and didn't have time to glare at him. He turned his neck and looked around...

Finding nothing amiss, he wondered, "Am I just imagining things?"

Little did she know that the moment she turned her head, a hole appeared in the deck in the shadows, and a head with nails stuck in its face emerged, staring at her expressionlessly.

A woman... alive... who is she?!

Illumi gripped the deck, a murderous intent uncontrollably emanating from his empty eyes.

Suddenly meeting Roy's gaze, the Sun-Earring Boy shrank back and scurried away.

"Young Master?"

"Fine."

Roy withdrew his gaze, took the peeled shrimp meat from Gotoh, and said without looking up, "I'm giving you a task."

"Young Master, please speak."

"Give her a pep talk."

"Who?"

Gotoh sensed something was wrong and turned her head to look at Roy. The Young Master slightly raised his chin, trying to Kurajing, and her body stiffened instantly.

"Don't overthink it."

"If Kastro can't ride it, we can find someone else."

"Type" is innate, "enhancement" is "enhancement," and "manifestation" is "manifestation." Forcing it will ultimately waste Kastro's talent...

"Yes." Gotoh squinted at Kurajing: "I guarantee the mission will be completed before we disembark."

The girl was startled and swallowed hard. That night, the sun set and the moon was high in the sky.

Following Roy's orders, Gotoh is explaining the relevant knowledge about "Nian" to Kurajing.

Roy closed his eyes and fell asleep, his Cane Sword resting flat on his knees. He was like an old monk in deep meditation, emptying his mind and listening to the waves crashing against the "Poseidon." Gradually, he drifted into a dream, passing through a colorful Dream Passage, day after day, arriving at the familiar Sea of Cognition, and reaching out to push open the gate of Demon Slayer.

With a familiar feeling of falling... when I opened my eyes again, I saw an unfamiliar figure, busy in the kitchen with Urokodaki Sakonji. I was slightly startled, then got out of bed.

"You're awake... the porridge will be ready soon." A pot of fish porridge was simmering on the stove, Urokodaki Sakonji said without turning his head as he chopped dried radish.

Turning back with him was... Giyu Tomioka's aloof and unyielding face.

"Giyu Tomioka," he wrote.

"Kamado Eiichiro," Roy wrote back.

A cold wind swirled between the two, causing their bangs to flutter...

Urokodaki Sakonji said, "Eiichiro, introduce your Giyu brother Giyu to your senior brothers and sisters."

Giyu Tomioka's cool eyes flickered, and a hand reached out to him. Immediately afterward, a warm current traveled up his arm and slowly climbed into his eyes.

One more glance... and the fox-like Sun-Earring Boy removed his mask, smiling as he looked at him and called out, "Giyu."

Giyu Tomioka shuddered, took two quick steps, and hugged Seito tightly, burying his head in Seito's shoulder, greedily inhaling his scent.

For many Sun-Earring Boy, in the dead of night, Giyu Tomioka would always recall his senior's voice and smile.

He was the one who often comforted me when I was crying after my sister died.

It was he who kept encouraging himself when he was too tired to practice swordsmanship.

It was him who always spoke protectively of him when he was being reprimanded by his master.

It was he who protected himself during the battle of Mount Fujikasane, sacrificing himself to be devoured by the demon.

Over the years, Giyu Tomioka has never stopped regretting his actions. If he had been stronger back then, perhaps his senior brother wouldn't have died, and his junior brothers and sisters wouldn't have passed away one after another...

He hugged Seito tightly, wanting to say so much to him... but the words caught in his throat, and he couldn't utter a sound, finally managing only, "Senior brother, I missed you."

"Plop~" A tear pierced through the Seito's soul and fell to the ground...

Shinsuke, watching from the rafters, his eyes reddened, and he grabbed Fukuda, bursting into tears. Fukuda kicked him off the rafters instead, yelling, "Go cry somewhere else! I seriously suspect you're using me to wipe your snot..."

"You two!" Makomo wiped her eyes and glared at the two of them, almost making her burst out laughing.

If Senior Brother Rabbit saw this, he would be so embarrassed...

The girl dashed into the kitchen and hid there.

Roy watched quietly from the side, just as he had when he escorted Minamino Hirotomo home, silently accompanying him, feeling the subtle Transformation in "emotions" under the "intense impact," and deepening his understanding of "thoughts."

A moment later, the three of them, master and disciples, sat facing each other beside the kotatsu (heated table).

As usual at the end of the year, Urokodaki Sakonji again took the bowls and chopsticks out of the cupboard and arranged them around the edge of the table.

This time, it's not just Sabito, Makomo, Shinsuke, Fukuda, but also... Giyu...

"Master, this is the first time we've all gathered together in so many years," Makomo said with a smile, sitting Urokodaki Sakonji.

Seito and Giyu Tomioka exchanged glances, then heard a sigh; it was Urokodaki Sakonji.

The day the old man "took" Roy's knife and removed his Tengu Mask, he often fantasized about whether he would ever have the chance to sit here with everyone, have a simple meal, and chat. Now...

Fantasy comes true.

Urokodaki Sakonji picked up his bowl and raised it towards Roy, saying, "Respectfully Eiichiro."

Sabito smiled and said, "Eiichiro."

He picked up the bowl, his hand slipping through it, but he didn't seem to care.

Then... Makomo... Shinsuke... Fukuda... Watanabe... Shimizu...

Many eyes were focused on him, and calls of "Respect, Eiichiro!" filled the air... Giyu Tomioka finally caught up with everyone, picked up his bowl, and looked earnestly at Roy, saying, "Thank you, Eiichiro."

Roy chuckled and picked up his bowl, "A toast to everyone."

He tilted his head back and gulped down the entire bowl of porridge.

"Be careful, it's hot." Makomo rolled her eyes and scolded. Only Sun-Earring Boy with a strong physique dares to drink like that, otherwise... look at Giyu Brother Yiyong, he sips it carefully, much more cautious than this guy.

Seito lowered her hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, he's the kind of man who can heat a knife until it's red-hot."

The words had barely left his mouth when...

With a "snap".

The bowl fell from Giyu Tomioka's hands and smashed onto the kang (heated brick bed).

The current Water Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, disregarding his disheveled state, abruptly looked at Sabito: "Senior, what did you say?"

He turned his head to look at Roy again, his expression more solemn than ever before!