Zanka no Tachi × the Strongest Human
"A ghost!"
Shinsuke, who was crouching on the roof beam, heard the noise, looked down, let out a strange cry, and hid behind Fukuda.
"A ghost is yelling to catch a ghost... Who the hell are you talking about?!"
Fukuda grabbed Shinsuke by the neck with his backhand and twisted it with a "snap," and the room fell silent.
"It's not a demon." Urokodaki Sakonji has the most acute sense of smell besides Tanjiro.
He can easily distinguish between "dead" and "living" things by smell, and can even detect as much as how many people a certain Demon ate in its lifetime.
The windows and doors remain untouched, unless the Demon uses its Blood Demon Art to conjure the knife out of thin air... However, there's no trace of that nauseating, bloody smell characteristic of "Blood Demon Art" left in the room...
That proves it wasn't done by a ghost.
Giyu Tomioka was the quickest to react among them. The instant he saw the Short Blade shirt turn into specks and disappear, he lunged at the south wall, but unfortunately, he missed and watched helplessly as the specks of light slipped through his fingers. "No one touched it; it disappeared on its own." Giyu Tomioka was silent for a moment, then clenched his fist. In that instant, he had felt a sense of "transformation from solid to ethereal," a very mysterious feeling that, upon closer examination, was difficult to explain.
Seito crossed her arms, glanced at Roy was fast asleep on the kang, and pondered, "Could it be related to Eiichiro?"
"The knife was his, he was closest to it, he should have sensed its disappearance."
The fox- Sun-Earring Boy looked around at everyone and calmly said, "I suggest we wait and see... until Eiichiro wakes up tomorrow morning."
"Senior brother really dotes on Eiichiro... he can't bear to wake him up..." Makomo, chin in hand, squatted to the side, looking around at everyone, quietly waiting for dawn to break...
"That's it..." A sigh drifted softly through the paper window after a moment.
The oil lamp was blown out. People/ghosts, each with their own thoughts, either slept or found a place to hide, listening to the howling mountain wind. That night, some found it hard to sleep...
The sun was shining brightly at ten o'clock in the morning, but perhaps because the town was too desolate... even with the sunlight streaming into the dilapidated alleyways, it still felt gloomy...
The hidden camera was concealed in the corner of the wall...
Roy carefully envisioned the "Short Blade" outfit in his mind. On his outstretched palm, to Kurajing's astonished gaze, specks of light suddenly appeared... then they connected into a line, coalesced into a surface, and in the blink of an eye, shaped into a samurai sword, which the Sun-Earring Boy scooped up with one hand and held firmly in his grasp.
It was none other than the asahi- Asauchi hanging on the south wall of the wooden house!
Wow... they succeeded so quickly...
Nakajima Sachiko looked at the Sun-Earring Boy with surprise and said with admiration, "You have great talent."
"After all, he's my Young Master." Gotoh straightened her back, feeling proud... Kurajing had only been exposed to Nen for a short time, but that didn't stop her from understanding the meaning of "powerful" from the words of the group, making her even more determined to cling to the Zoldyck ' powerful leg!
On the airship.
This scene was captured by a camera.
Netero wasn't surprised at all; he merely glanced at Zeno and believed his earlier statement that he knew nothing about Roy's faction.
"Heh heh... Now there's no need to rack your brains guessing anymore. Transforming the illusory into the real, materializing out of thin air... Zeno..."
"I remember this is the second ' Conjuration ' of your family after Jager, right...?"
The old man thought of Jager, and a hint of sadness appeared in his usually bright and intelligent eyes... "The old man always said that I kidnapped him, but in reality, he knew in his heart that Jager had run away from home because he wanted to go to the Dark Continent to collect materials to improve [The Game of the Dead]..."
"Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Some things should be let go... and should be let go..."
"I can't let go." Zeno, with his back to Netero, looked at the Sun-Earring Boy in the picture. Roy seemed to have grown taller in just a few days and was already starting to look like a young man. He said coldly, "Right and wrong don't matter. The old man doesn't like you, and there's nothing anyone can do about it."
"Is that so..." Netero, unperturbed by the teasing, glanced at the Asauchi Roy was holding and said with surprise, "Conjuration guys are all a bit neurotic. It's strange that you can materialize a sword through Visualization when you don't have a swordsman in your family..."
The old man is strengthened, Zeno Silva is unleashed... Illumi among the younger generation is handling things... Netero is right, none of the five generations of Zoldyck have ever used a sword... but...
"Roy is different."
Zeno, hands behind his back, stared intently at the Sun-Earring Boy in the image, and said without turning his head, "You're wrong, his object of Visualization isn't a knife."
Um?
Netero raised an eyebrow, waiting for what would happen next.
Zeno took a breath, turned his head to look out the window. The sun was shining brightly at ten in the morning. A smirk appeared on his lips. "It's the sun!"
"Hehehe..." Netero paused, then sat up abruptly, chuckling, "This kid's got some nerve... He thinks he can control the sun?"
The rosy dawn that tears through the darkness... the Great Sun that nurtures all things and stirs the tides... the fiery sunset that paints the horizon with poignant beauty...
No living being can escape the sun overhead... It's like an eye, silently observing the human world. Regardless of the changing times, whether I'm here or not, whether you're here or not, it's always there...
"Zeno, when you go back, talk to the old man again... how about we adopt this child? His fate is too strong, you can't handle him."
Zeno chuckled and said without any politeness, "Give you... to raise another one even Beyond?"
"Try it if you don't want to die!"
Let's see if the old man doesn't beat you to death!
Netero:
"Hehe..."
I laughed...
This time, the laughter was somewhat sinister, sending chills down the spine of the Beans... He pretended to make tea, secretly wiping away cold sweat...
It was truly awful; being caught in the middle, trembling with fear... It's absolutely not a job for a human being...
It seized the opportunity to peek at the surveillance footage, and the Sun-Earring Boy who caused all this, with a clang, drew his Cane Sword, admiring the sunlight reflecting off the blade and casting streaks of light on the opposite wall...
With a slight smile, she sincerely said to Nakajima Sachiko, "Compared to my mother-in-law, it's nothing."
It merely manifests a knife; it's still far from being a "Nen Beast"...
Roy had enough self-awareness to know this much. He held his Short Blade, imbued with [True Meaning of Scorching Heat], and twirled it with one hand. The Short Blade sword was wrapped in surging flames, and the air hissed as it burned... Nakajima Sachiko, with her "child," couldn't help but take two steps back. She could clearly feel just how scorching the flames were.
"Heh..." Nakajima Sachiko forced a laugh and said, "What this old woman says is true. With your talent, it's only a matter of time before you manifest a ' Nen Beast '."
The beginning is always the hardest. Once you take that first step of "manifestation," the rest is simply a matter of converting "imagination" into reality through "Nen"...
For example, Kurapika is to the "Chain"... Shizuku is to the "Blinky"... Pariston and his "chess"...
Combining the "sun" and the "beast," Roy withdrew the [True Meaning of Scorching Heat], sheathed his sword, and with a single thought, released Asauchi the world of Demon Slayer. Watching it dissipate into specks of light before his eyes, a vague idea began to form...
At the same time, it also startled everyone/the ghost in the wooden house awake.
Spots of light reappear...
Fukuda slapped Shinsuke across the face. "Look, Eiichiro's sword... it's back!"