Causality: Blade X Fists Will Speak For Me

"Thump~"

His heart pounded like a drum, the graveyard seemed to rise higher. The Gotoh, though unable to speak, subtly conveyed its message through the thick [Thread of Causality] connecting it to Roy: "Good luck, Young Master!"

Roy gave a soft "hmm," turned, and walked out towards the kitchen.

Tsubone, her two pink ponytails swaying, silently followed behind. Before leaving, she turned back and gazed deeply at the Gotoh in the Blood Cocoon... This lucky fellow deserves such good fortune; it's entirely his own doing, and it's subtly... enviable.

The door creaked shut softly.

The sound of footsteps, "Tap... tap...", faded into the distance.

Roy went to the kitchen, had a simple dinner served by Tsubone, and passed by Kurajing's bedroom. He saw the girl pressed against the wall, holding a water bottle weighing about 100 kilograms, doing squats...

On a summer night, the young girl silently encouraged herself. With meticulous care, fragrant sweat trickled down her smooth, white neck, eventually merging into a snow-white cleavage.

Roy smiled slightly, not disturbing him. He glanced at the next room, his gaze piercing through the stone wall, and saw Kurapika sitting at a desk, writing something—it seemed to be a diary, or perhaps a travelogue. Roy calmly withdrew his gaze, took a light step forward, and his body transformed into Photokinesis, instantly merging into the Moonlight. He floated out of the window of the Butler Villa, drifting with the wind towards the mountain peak. In another glance, he appeared in the spacious, rustic bedroom on the second floor of the Zoldyck Family Ancient Castle.

At that moment, Kikyo was holding Kalluto in his arms, having just finished feeding him and was soothing him to sleep when he suddenly smelled a gentle breeze that ruffled the woman's hair. Kikyo's electronic eyes flashed, and he abruptly looked ahead.

Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a faint shadowy figure.

He had silver hair that was in no way inferior to Silva's, but unlike Silva, the Sun-Earring Boy's hair ends shimmered with a golden light, radiating a soft, hazy glow. From afar, he appeared far more dazzling and mysterious than Silva.

"Roy?"

"Mother."

Roy emerged from the Moonlight, smiled gently at Kikyo, then looked down at the tiny baby held in the woman's arms, and said softly, "Listen to your father, I've come to see Qiliao."

Kikyo's gaze was somewhat complicated; as his electronic eyes flashed, "snowflakes" continued to fall.

Looking intently at Roy, he said, "You wouldn't come to see Killua without your father's orders?"

"No." Roy whirled forward, making sure his footsteps didn't disturb the little boy. He approached the bedside, gently pinched Kalluto's delicate little face, and said, "He's my brother. I can see him whenever I want; no one needs to tell me."

Kikyo gave a playful snort and said, "You've really grown up, your wings have hardened. Be careful your dad hears you and punishes you."

Roy shrugged indifferently. "Whatever. No matter what I say, even if I curse him, he'll still get back at me tomorrow." Kikyo opened his mouth slightly, searching for words, but after a long while, he remained silent...

Roy teased Killua, and without even looking, he could clearly perceive the complex and strange interplay of "indifference" and "concern" emanating naturally from the woman's head... Deep down, he knew perfectly well...

If it were his former "mediocre" self, he would never have attracted the slightest attention from this mother before him, and not just him. In the original work, even Illumi, Milluki, and even their later-born children Alluka and Kalluto, were not as favored by Kikyo as Kikyo. This abnormal, unfair love was too crazy, too heavy, and the possessiveness was overflowing, ultimately...

Originating from,

That Killua head of silver hair...

And now, in the Zoldyck, besides Grandpa Zeno and Father Silva, Kalluto isn't the only one with silver hair... This is also why, for the first time in years, he's been able to step into his second-floor bedroom without being scolded, and can even stand here and calmly exchange a few words with Kikyo. Roy's silver hair, with its ends shimmering with a golden light, swayed gently in the wind.

He stretched out his hands and gently patted Killua, saying, "Come here, Kalluto, let your brother give you a hug."

Kalluto in swaddling clothes, Qi Ya's lake-blue eyes sparkled like jewels. Tilting her head, she looked at Roy, waving her little hands and opening her face towards Roy, babbling as if asking Roy a hug.

Kikyo paused slightly, looking down at Qiliao... The thought of this child, so restless and fussy all day like a demon, refusing to be held by Silva or by himself, only quieting down for a short while when hungry, sleepy, wanting to nurse or sleep...

Kikyo's electronic eyes flashed, and he gave Chia Killua glare before reluctantly handing him to Roy: "Be careful, one hand supporting your butt, the other your head, don't be careless..."

Roy said gently, "I know."

He took the strange dog and hugged it close, like holding a soft, fragrant kitten, gently smoothing the few tufts of fine, soft silver hair on its head...

"Eeee-yah-yah..."

[The Thread of Causality] appears.

One is connected to Qiliao, the other to Roy.

The deep bonds of blood ties slowly begin to emerge...

Roy held Qiliao in his arms, it felt as if he were embracing his former self. That deep, blood-is-thicker-than-water feeling surged through him like waves, leaving him momentarily stunned...

What was it...? It seemed like something... Suddenly, it flashed through his senses. He tried to grasp it but couldn't, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Seeing this, Kikyo limped out of bed in his slippers, noticing Roy's sudden change in expression, and worried that he might throw the child away.

He quickly reached out and pulled Qiliao back from Roy. He looked up at Roy, opened his mouth as if to say something, but his lips moved...

A tall figure walked into the bedroom, glanced at her from afar, and gestured for her to be quiet.

Kikyo had just stopped talking, but after seeing Silva, he quietly relented...

"Usually, at ten o'clock every night, the wooden grandfather clock in the corner strikes the hour..."

After stretching his body, Silva planned to sleep in the study that night. But then, as if sensing something, he immediately...

He jumped off the chair, casually grabbed a towel to dry himself, and then... with a swift and powerful stride, left the study and returned to the bedroom. "Buzz..." The chandelier hanging from the ceiling emitted a soft, hazy glow.

Silence reigns in the second-floor bedroom at this moment.

After stopping Kikyo from disturbing Roy by extending another finger, the man found a sofa and lay down, propping his head up with his right hand. He silently watched Roy alongside Kikyo.

The Sun-Earring Boy's brow furrowed, desperately chasing that fleeting inspiration. He was as still as a meditating monk, yet his body was like a willow branch, suddenly touched by the warmth of spring, unfurling countless threads... connecting countless [Thread of Causality], ultimately linking to all sorts of different people... family, such as the Zoldyck family, the Kamado Family, the Uchiha family...

There are his master and fellow disciples, such as Urokodaki Sakonji Seito, Shinsu, Shinsuke, Fuku...

He had Believer such as Gotoh, Ubuyashiki, Jiuzhu, Uchiha along with Spider, Wenisha, and Old Kohler; he also had enemies and friends... such as Guzman, King, Netero, Razor, and... all sorts of men and women, young and old, who had appeared in his life, even strangers he had only met once on the street...

All of them were hung by Roy on the Willow of Causality...

Gradually... Roy finally relentlessly pursued that spark of inspiration, that spark born of Bloodline, that inspiration he should have valued but had always ignored—

[Cause and effect], or perhaps... [Cause and effect; knife]!

"Just like Itachi's Mangekyō's mastery of [Amaterasu] and [Tsukuyomi],"

"Sasuke Mangekyō Mastery [Kagutsuchi],"

"Obito's Mangekyō controls [Kamui; Space],"

"My Mangekyō controls cause and effect. Just as the sun can expose even the most rotten things, I too can use cause and effect to sever the ' True Self ' or 'existence' from the lives of those connected to me by ' Thread of Causality '!"

A faint crimson tinge slowly crept into Roy's pupils, only to be quickly erased as he regained his senses. A faint smile played on the Sun-Earring Boy's lips; in an instant, he understood his Mangekyō, which direction his future should take... He reached out and patted Killua Zoldyck's little head, saying with expectation, "Kalluto, grow up quickly."

"What you gave your brother today, your brother will remember with gratitude..."

"When you're a little older, I'll take you to heaven..."

"Slippery slippery..." Killua, nestled in Kikyo's arms, looked at Roy with a confused expression, then opened her mouth and smacked her fingers. Roy, seeing this, burst into laughter, his confusion vanishing, replaced by clarity, and turned to leave.

Just before leaving, Youyou was Silva: "Don't you know how to say goodnight?"

"See you tomorrow morning, no need for goodnight?" Roy stopped and glanced at Silva.

The man's silver hair cascaded down his back like a lion's mane, and he said expressionlessly, "I thought you would say something."

Roy raised his fist, grinned, and said to Silva, "I think it's more useful than talking!"

"Hehehe... Hahaha..." Silva suddenly laughed, initially restrained, then rising in volume in the middle, and finally letting loose completely at the end, bursting into unrestrained laughter. The sound shook the roof tiles and lasted for quite a while before finally stopping!

The man waved his hand in response.

The Sun-Earring Boy turned his head, not lingering for a moment longer.

With another glance, he stepped into the Moonlight and vanished in a flash, leaving only the bedroom door creaking shut in the wind, silently disappearing...

It separated the man and the Sun-Earring Boy, the father and the son, into two separate worlds!

"Hmm... A new era is coming..." Youyou's enlarged ear silently retracted as the door closed... In the dimly lit little room on the first floor of the Zoldyck Family Ancient Castle...

A withered old man muttered something, rolled over, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, kicked off the blanket covering him, leaving his shriveled, wrinkled belly exposed to the Moonlight. A woman, appearing in the hazy mist, glared at him, then reluctantly picked up the blanket and covered him again, just as she had done in her youth.

"Yes, a new era is coming..." Betty, Zoldyck blonde hair tied in a ponytail and draped over her back, sat next to Maha in a rocking chair, her body bobbing up and down as she watched Roy walk towards his bedroom.

At some point, I noticed again,

As always, the Sun-Earring Boy came to the room, stopped by the window, and respectfully bowed to her and Maha.

A kind smile appeared on Betty Zoldyck's lips as she watched Roy leave, just as she had done years ago when she saw Jager off, her eyes filled with unspoken tenderness.

"Good boy, all good boys... Jager is great, Zeno and Silva are great too, now... it's his turn... Roy's turn..."

"Hey hey hey..." "Creak~" The rocking chair swayed.

A withered old man, his eyes half-closed and seemingly half-asleep, chuckled and smugly reached out a hand to touch Betty's buttocks. Suddenly, he was met with a glare from the woman and his hand was slapped away.

"How can you be so indecent in front of the children!"

"You want to die?!"

"That won't do, the old man can't die yet," Maha slowly opened his eyes, a flash of Thunder within them, and said in a deep voice, "At least... before we see that child slaughter a god."

"I can't fall..."

Betty:."

His face darkened, and he fell silent...

A moment later, she took Maha's hand and placed it on her hip, then... leaned against him.

As before, he stretched out a finger and drew circles on his not-so-broad chest.

Outside the window, separated by a wall,

Roy bent down and straightened up again, noticing this scene. He paused and stared for a moment before turning and leaving.

"Treading... treading..." The footsteps faded into the distance... passing through the dimly lit room, around the corner, past the mottled, time-worn ancient corridor, nearing his bedroom.

Roy paused in his steps.

Looking up,

A pale, slanted shadow leaned against the wall of his bedroom, hands in his pockets, oblivious to how long he had been waiting... "I couldn't sleep," Illumi, his long, flowing black hair cascading to his waist. Hearing footsteps, he turned his head and stared at Roy with his empty eyes, saying, "I came to see you."

"Is that so?" Roy lifted his foot again, strolled over to the Sun-Earring Boy, brushed past Illumi's shoulder, pushed open the door and went inside, saying without turning his head, "I'm the one who's going to get beaten up tomorrow, not you. What's there to be nervous about?"

Illumi remained silent, following behind Roy, and plopped down in his chair, resting his pale arms on the armrests. He stared directly at Roy and said, "You know, Father won't hold back."

"So, you're afraid I'll get beaten to death?"

Illumi silent.

Roy ignored him, summoned Little Gold, and let it roll around on the bed, intending to take a short nap before dawn to Daybreak. As he tidied the bed, he said, "Don't worry, I'm not that easy to kill, nor am I as fragile as you think. On the contrary, you should worry more about yourself, instead of just waiting to be surpassed by Gotoh..."

Illumi: "You don't need to humiliate me like this."

Roy straightened the bedding, then turned to look at Illumi seriously and said, "I'm stating a fact."

Illumi:ü"

very good,

"I'll kill him when he wakes up!"