A Word of Praise × Until We Meet Again

That's infuriating!

Is this kid made of ice? You can't warm him up no matter what you do with him.

Biscuit told himself to take a deep breath, reached into his pocket, pulled out a booklet, and pushed it towards him.

Roy reached out and grabbed it, glancing at it. It was a notebook, quite old, unlike the one his great-grandfather had given him. It was very well packaged, or rather, extremely exquisite.

He flipped through the contents again and saw that they were insights and reflections Biscuit had summarized during his youthful practice. He couldn't help but look at her suspiciously. "Let me make it clear beforehand, I have no intention of becoming your disciple."

"You don't need to emphasize that!"

Biscuit snorted, tossed her ponytail, turned her face away, and said resentfully, "Just consider it a bargain for me."

"I see..." Roy turned to Gotoh and said, "Go downstairs and buy Lord Biscuit breakfast. Remember... make it a hearty meal."

"Yes." Gotoh glanced at Biscuit, pushed open the door, and walked out.

The old woman pouted, "Who wants to eat this?"

When Gotoh actually placed breakfast in front of her, her expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. She wolfed down her food, her appetite was astonishing, highlighting that... the more muscle mass one has, the more one eats.

While stuffing food into his mouth, he didn't forget to lecture Roy: "You're a smart kid. Considering our elders' relationship, don't say I didn't take care of you. Watch carefully and learn well."

Roy Browse his notes, not even looking up, and said, "You've taught me, aren't you afraid Wing will have a problem with that?"

What objection could he possibly have?

Did this brat really think their "Shingen-ryu" was some cheap, common stuff?

Biscuit glared at him angrily. "It'll be at least ten or eight years before you understand what 'heart' is."

Roy remained noncommittal, carefully examining the notes. The more he looked, the more familiar they seemed. Many of the "insights" did align with certain Buddhist principles. Recalling Netero's prayer before each punch and the fact that his ultimate move, "100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva," borrowed from the Buddhist legend of the "Senju Clan Guanyin," Roy nodded in deep agreement. "Following one's heart and rejoicing in others' joys is indeed not as simple as it sounds."

"It's good that you know it's difficult, wait..." Biscuit suddenly froze, half a chicken leg stuck in her throat. As she opened her mouth, it fell "plop" onto the dining table. Gotoh frowned at the sight, but she resisted the urge to stuff it back into her mouth.

"Little Roy, what did you say?" The old woman stared intently at Roy.

Roy closed his notebook. "What... I said you're right, ' Shingen-ryu ' isn't that simple."

The preceding sentence.

"Follow your heart?"

"No! It's 'rejoice and praise'!" Biscuit was stunned. She was certain she had deliberately omitted that phrase from her notes, hoping the boy could understand it through his own reflection.

It's easy to act according to your own conscience, but it's difficult to sincerely praise others!

The reason Netero prays before throwing a punch is because he knows that human nature is inherently evil, and there are not many people who genuinely want the best for him. In the end, only the "Martial Arts" he has practiced all his life has never betrayed him, constantly encouraging him to move forward and providing timely feedback on his "growth".

That's why he wanted to "repay the boundless kindness and virtue that nurtured his Martial Arts with his own meager strength."

It was with this sincere heart that Netero often taught his young daughter to appreciate the success of others, to sincerely praise them, and to truly see the admirable aspects of others, so that she wouldn't let jealousy lead her astray and cause her to fall into a dark abyss...

so,

"Your grandfather taught you that too, didn't he?" Biscuit snapped out of her daze and regained her composure. Finally remembering that she still had a chicken leg she hadn't eaten, she picked it up and stuffed it back into her mouth, adhering to the principle that "it's not dirty if it falls on the ground for three seconds." This made Gotoh frown again.

As a Virgo, he immediately categorized Biscuit as one of the "people you must stay away from"...

Roy noticed Gotoh's little expression, smiled, and didn't say anything. As for whether her grandfather told her, Roy could only say... Biscuit's understanding of the Zoldyck was still too shallow.

The Zoldyck doesn't act based on "heart," but only on whether the employer has paid enough.

He's given enough, but he's still unhappy. He could kill someone even if he had to hold his nose. As for whether he'll regret it afterward, his supposedly dead "Jager" grandfather said—if he's unhappy, he can just kill the employer and he'll understand.

"Looks like I guessed right." Seeing that Roy neither admitted nor refuted it, Biscuit breathed a sigh of relief and continued eating.

Soon, she slumped into the chair, her little belly sticking out...

When are you leaving?

Breakfast was good, but a bit dry. Biscuit gestured with her small hand, indicating that Gotoh was out of water. She poured her a glass of water, then glanced at Roy and asked.

Roy pushed back his chair and stood up abruptly. "Now."

"Not staying a few more days?"

"No, Father is waiting to go back and give me a beating. I can't let him down, can I?"

The Sun-Earring Boy smiled broadly, turned to Biscuit, and revealed a set of pearly teeth.

Last night Luke called and relayed his father's exact words—

"The stun gun is ready, the voltage is as high as you want," the thought activated...

Biscuit: "..."

He opened his mouth, but for a moment he was speechless, thinking to himself... "No wonder they're Zoldyck!"

He simply waved his hand and said, "Well then... good luck!"

The water for Gotoh had arrived. The young butler reluctantly glanced at Biscuit, then picked up his luggage and followed Roy out the door.

At the doorway, Wing stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall like a stone statue, seemingly having been there for quite some time. Upon seeing him emerge, Yun Gu politely adjusted his glasses and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, my master has caused you trouble."

Is it troublesome?

"I think she enjoyed the meal, and... it wasn't my money she spent."

"Cough... cough... is that so?"

Just like when they first met a few days ago, Wing extended his right hand to Roy and said earnestly, "Have a safe journey."

This time, Roy didn't hesitate or refuse. He reached out and shook hands with him, then nodded and turned away with Gotoh.

The corridor lamp cast a ray of white light, trailing the Sun-Earring Boy's shadow as if reluctant to let him go...

Wing watched him walk away, and as he rounded the corner and was about to disappear, she called out, "Hey~ wait for me to call you..."

Roy didn't turn around, nor did he stop walking. He simply raised two fingers, waved them behind him, and disappeared in an instant.

"Stop looking, they've gone far away..."

Two minutes later, Biscuit jumped off the chair with her hands behind her back, swinging her two ponytails, and hopped over to Wing's side.

The Sun-Earring Boy withdrew his gaze and looked at his master with a smile, "Wouldn't you call this aiding the enemy?"

Biscuit jumped up and flicked him on the forehead. "Idiot, aren't you satisfied with being personally taught by your master?"

"Satisfied... satisfied... just kidding..." Wing feigned pain as he continued his training with Biscuit. Finally, he glanced back at the empty Room 1991. He could foresee... the next time he met someone, it would have to be in a different place, at a different time. He just didn't know when that would be...

Things have changed, and people are no longer the same. How far will he grow up to be...?