Spider's Beautiful Past X Silva's Strategy Guide
The Cleaning Squad unfolded smoothly under the organization of Chrollo, Sarasa, and others.
Perhaps even the original author couldn't have imagined that in this garbage dump, which the world despises as a "waste dump," there was actually a group of Sun-Earring Boy, because of his work, struggled to make a living in Meteor City while seeking a sliver of happiness.
Following Machi, Uvogin, Nobunaga, Feitan, Phinks, Franklin, and others took to the stage. Pakunoda, young but already showing signs of budding breasts, watched from the audience, chin in hand... Everyone sang, laughed, and thoroughly enjoyed the stage... Chrollo, as the host, couldn't help but think from time to time...
I wish everyone could stay like this forever.
"Ouch! Damn it, old man, you went too far!" Uvogin, having been "stabbed" by Nobunaga, suspected the man was acting out of personal motives and settling a score. He abandoned his "bear monster" act and almost started fighting with Nobunaga again... "What did you call me?"
"Old man... how are you?"
I'm only one year older than you!
"Being a year older is still being older!"
"Beat him... beat him hard... Uvogin, beat him up! Nobunaga... damn, that guy's too cunning, he actually kicked me in the groin!"
"It's all messed up! What was supposed to be a good 'drama' has been turned into a complete mess because of Uvogin Nobunaga. On the contrary, a group of children sitting in the audience are watching with even more enthusiasm, shouting and making a fuss, creating quite a scene."
"Hehehe..."
In the prayer hall, in the aisle by the window, stood an elderly priest.
He watched all this with a smile, a beautiful young woman with her face veiled beside him.
"Renzi, look how good they are..."
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The Sun-Earring Boy, brimming with youthful vigor, possessed inexhaustible strength, unlike the old man who was panting heavily after just a few steps and whose days were numbered.
The young woman's expression was aloof; she didn't respond to the old priest's words, but instead brought up another matter. "Recently, another group of human traffickers has come 'outside'."
Through the glass window, Renzi watched Uvogin, like a bear rubbing against a tree, pinned Nobunaga to the ground and calmly said, "I wonder how many of these children will be left by then."
"Trash," "weapons," "corpses," "abandoned babies"... this is the cruel reality of Meteor City's Bloodstained City.
The old priest sighed softly, "Respect the fate of others, and let go of the urge to help others."
"All we can do is provide a small stage. As for the future, who can say for sure... how far these kids will ultimately go?"
Life is a long journey; whether you die early or late, it all comes down to... a handful of dust.
"Just like Kikyo, didn't your teacher never imagine she'd end up like this?"
"That woman..." Renzi's cold gaze flickered, and she fell silent.
The old priest chuckled, his thoughts drifting away on the wind, seemingly traversing mountains and oceans, swirling and flying into the Kukuroo Mountain, finally landing in a garden.
It was evening, and a man with silver hair swaying in the wind and falling to his waist was helping a woman walk in the garden. Perhaps she had eaten too much for dinner, because the woman sneezed unexpectedly, causing her belly to twitch, which startled her. "Baby, I'm sorry, it's Mommy's fault, Mommy apologizes to you."
As a woman nears her due date, she is often on edge and noticeably more sensitive than usual.
Silva gently patted her back, softly comforting her. He looked up and noticed Tsubone, her two pink ponytails swinging, standing silently under a streetlamp, waiting...
Silva calmly helped Kikyo back to the bedroom. After some effort, he coaxed her to sleep and then led the old butler to the study.
"Master, Scarface sent word that the Young Master has successfully passed the first test." Tsubone pushed up his glasses perched on his nose. "The Young Master successfully stayed in the basement for two hours this afternoon."
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The chair was pulled out, Silva sat down, resting his hands on his chin without saying a word.
Tsubone opened a document compiled by the Scar-Face One-Eye and gently pushed it towards the man on the smooth tabletop. "It contains a record of the time the Young Master spent each time he paid respects to Master Jager. Please take a look."
Silva gazed absently at the deep night outside the window, then gently waved his hand.
Fast... too fast... Even without looking, he could tell that the Sun-Earring Boy had entered and exited the basement far fewer times than him, and even less than his father, Zeno, yet he had done so much faster than both of them, passing through the [Sandworm] in the shortest amount of time.
The test!
You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of a household; you don't know the terror of Sandworm until you experience it yourself... What does this tell us?
Silva twirled a strand of his hair, held it to his eyes, and, through the light, saw the silver glint. He remained silent for a long time, then opened a drawer, pulled a small booklet from the bottom shelf, and tossed it over. "Give this to him."
"Yes," Tsubone accepted it with both hands and respectfully withdrew.
The door creaked shut.
He reappeared, now standing in front of Roy.
She handed him the booklet with both hands. "Young Master, this is from the Master."
"Ding-dong!" At nine o'clock in the evening, the grandfather clock in the corner struck...
Roy was hunched over his desk, writing and drawing, pondering how to launch his "preaching" plan in Meteor City. He glanced up at Tsubone, smiled, and took the book, saying, "Get some rest."
The old butler paused, a rare hint of doubt appearing in his wrinkled eyes, before quickly softening and bowing his head in agreement.
Just as she had done to Silva, bowed, and retreated.
"Squeak~" The door closed...
Tsubone stood facing the door, her back to the night, for a long time. Suddenly, she recalled the brief conversation she had with Gotoh that day, and gradually realized... that the Young Master was beginning to change.
He was no longer conflicted, and he felt no longer alienated from this family and these people. He was more integrated and cared more, as if he had matured a lot in an instant...
At least, he wouldn't smile at me before, let alone occasionally utter a word of "concern and greeting".
As people get older, they seem to become more prone to melancholy and sentimentality. Tsubone rubbed his sore eyes, took a breath, and tiptoed away. He glanced at the Sun-Earring Boy one last time through the window, leaving Roy alone in the dim light, opening the booklet that Silva had given him.
The booklet was small, even thin, with only a few pages. After looking at it carefully, Roy realized... it was part of the "Game Strategy Guide" that Silva had made during [re: The Game of Death]. It contained maps drawn by Silva himself, the events he experienced, and interactions with some important "NPCs." At one point, the Sun-Earring Boy's gaze sharpened as he saw a familiar name...
Benjamin Federico, the "Benjamin" who projected a shadow through Frank Becky's corpse!
Roy frowned, then...
Below I saw his father's evaluation of him...
[Benjamin Federico, a member of the "House of the Colorless" Security Knight Order, is honest, brave, and reliable.]
[Note: "The House of the Colorless"... a collective name for a territory established by "Abandoned People" in the Uzuki Great Forest to resist Magic Beast... The lord "Kohler Wilson" is powerful and suspected to be a "Transmutation"]
[Recommendation: Start with the "House of the Colorless," try to pass the "Knight Selection," join the Security Corps, and establish a foothold before venturing deeper into the Dark Continent.]
[Attached: A map of "Colorless House" and a topographical map of the surrounding well-known Magic Beast territories...]
When Roy saw this, he noticed that Silva had even highlighted "Benjamin Federic" in red pen.
Clearly -
Whether it's Silva, Zeno, or even great-grandfather Maha, they probably all still believe in [re: Game of the Dead].
However, it's just a the Game created by Grandpa Jager, based on the Dark Continent and incorporating his own Nen Ability, specifically for his descendants to "hone their Nen Ability."
Perhaps, back then, it was because he discovered that Maha would notice some clues that Grandpa Jager went so far as to use "Vow and Limitation" to limit his entry... On the one hand, he was worried that Maha would "take revenge" for him and go to extremes, and on the other hand, he may have also been thinking of "protecting the Zoldyck".
pity...
People change.
The man who once protected the Abandoned People from Magic Beast, a man even his father, who rarely approved of others, relied on, has now become a bishop hunting the Abandoned People...
Roy had no idea what had happened in between, but after learning the news, he felt a profound sense of irony and regret...
Grandpa Jager once said... the human world belongs to humans, and the world of Magic Beast belongs to Magic Beast, but he didn't say... that humans can also lose their minds and become "beasts" one day...
Roy thought of Little Mary, and of that "Thunder Spear," his heart heavy with mixed emotions. He remained silent for a moment. Just then, the evening breeze stirred, lifting a corner of the curtains, rustling softly...
He leaned back in his chair, trying to catch his breath, when he suddenly heard a notification on the panel...
["Power of Faith" +1]
[Source: Rengoku Kyojuro]
[Note: Acting according to the times and circumstances, your "Believer" Rengoku Kyojuro's "fate" has changed. He sincerely thanks you for saving his father, who was an alcoholic, and guiding him out of his despair and onto the right path.]
Roy: "?"
Suddenly, a smile dispelled all the pent-up emotions in my heart. Yes, time flies by like a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall, and people naturally change to varying degrees as a result.
Physical condition, mental state, and perspective will all differ. Some, like Benjamin Federico, fall into depravity, while others, like Rengoku Kyojuro's father, experience Rengoku 'Shinjuro "rediscovery of life"...
"And all I need to do next is to let the warm sunshine into everyone's heart and guide them upwards."
With a smile playing on his lips, the Sun-Earring Boy felt a sudden sense of liberation, as if the world had opened up before him... He decided to stop looking at the booklets and books, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.
A hoarse snore escaped the air on this still chilly night.
Demon Slayer: World of Demon Slayer.
Since saying goodbye to Roy and having a heart-to-heart talk with him.
With Nichirin Sword at his waist and a white haori draped over his body, its tip stained with flames, Rengoku Kyojuro left the Ubuyashiki Clan's residence. As always, before accepting a mission, he went home to visit his father Shinjuro, and his younger brother Senjuro.
This time, he made a decision that had been lurking in his heart for a long time but had not yet come to fruition: to draw his father's sword!