Poison Resistance Training × Jager's Three Questions of the Soul

"I heard you went to see that Kastro?"

November 17th, overcast. As autumn transitions into winter, the weather grows increasingly cold. People's luck seems to be taking a sharp downturn as well.

In the long corridor leading to the training room, Roy, with a Snow Walk in the morning light as usual, with Illumi beside him, his hands in his pockets and his face always Illumi.

The Zoldyck brothers each had their own lane, never touching each other. From a distance, they looked like two parallel lines that would never intersect, always maintaining a distance.

"What's it to you?"

"Yes," Illumi said expressionlessly, "He's not worth your effort."

Roy kept walking, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Are you worth it?"

Illumi,

Speechless and pausing, he watched Roy's departing figure disappear into the morning light, then silently chased after him... "The fourth gate, if you can do it, so can I."

In short, don't even think about getting rid of me!

The Sun-Earring Boy silently added another sentence in his mind. After walking a few steps, he actually used "Shadow Step" to not only catch up with Roy, but also pushed open the door of the training room and went in before Roy could.

He raised his chin and said, "I went first."

childish...

Roy stepped in after him, brushing past his shoulder without bothering to acknowledge him, and glanced ahead... Luke was already waiting, but this time, he didn't have a stun gun; instead, he had two vials of poison.

"Lethal dose" LD50 and "median lethal dose" LC50 of neurotoxins...

"The master said that electric shock training is necessary, but poison resistance training cannot be neglected," Luke said respectfully, pushing the "lethal dose" and "partially lethal dose" of poison to Roy and Illumi. "Young Master, please."

Illumi acted with lightning speed, suddenly snatching the "lethal dose" of poison and swallowing it in one gulp.

Then she wiped her mouth, stiffened her neck, glared at Roy... her eyes rolled upwards, and she fell straight down.

"I'm no weaker than him," Roy could faintly hear his inner thoughts.

"Young Master Illumi!"

Luke was horrified and hurriedly hugged him. In just a short while, the silly little boy's flesh had visibly turned purple.

"What are you doing... Young Master Roy, you have to be my witness, it was Young Master Illumi who did it himself."

"There's a camera in the corner, someone's watching," Roy said calmly.

As expected,

"Sizzle~" A red light flashed from the electronic eye in the corner, and within three minutes, two more test tubes were brought in. One was a poison, still a lethal dose, and the other was the antidote.

The poison went into Roy's mouth, and the antidote went into Illumi's mouth.

Luke calmed down and checked on Illumi's condition, noticing that his breathing went from erratic to steady, and a few minutes later, he even opened his eyes, which completely put his mind at ease.

"Young Master, you're being too reckless." Luke acted as a human shield, making sure Illumi was as comfortable as possible.

The Sun-Earring Boy stared blankly at Roy, who had finished taking the poison and was digesting it with his eyes closed. His older brother, leaning on Snow Walk, stood firmly and watched... his condition was much better than Roy's.

"Help me into the pit." In November, the mountain wind switched to cold wind mode, pouring into the training room, making Illumi feel cold in body and heart, and he desperately needed the comfort of the earth.

Luke obeyed his orders and buried him in the pit. The Sun-Earring Boy only had his head sticking out, facing the training room, and reluctantly closed his eyes.

In the training room, Roy remained, carefully experiencing the numbness and excruciating pain brought on by the toxins eroding his body. After initially adapting for a while, he pulled out the Snow Walk with a "clang" and began practicing "Sun Breathing."

Having just finished settling Illumi, Luke turned around and saw this scene. Never before had he felt so miserable. With a headache, he advised, "Young Master, you can't move. It will accelerate the spread of the poison."

But the more it spreads, the more numb it becomes, the more painful it gets, the more you need to practice and move!

"The enemy won't give up just because you've been poisoned."

Waltz... Clear Blue Sky... Burning Sun Mirror... Fire Wheel... With the final strike, the Solar Halo Dragon roared, unleashing a raging inferno. The Sun-Earring Boy pointed his sword at the camera, a silent smile on his face, "Am I right, Father?"

In the master bedroom on the second floor, ever since Kikyo became pregnant, Silva has replaced the herbal tea he used for red wine.

He swirled his wine glass, met the Sun-Earring Boy's gaze across the television screen, a smirk playing on his lips, and beckoned to Tsubone: "Double it!"

"Very good, very energetic, but the toxicity isn't enough..." I don't want him standing.

Tsubone: "Then I'll let him lie there."

A few minutes later, a larger dose of the poison was brought into the training room.

As a result... in the afternoon, when sunlight filtered through the bare willow branches and dappled the garden, Roy Youyou awoke, with Illumi beside him, who had also opened his eyes.

Illumi looked at him quietly. "I thought you were so amazing?"

Roy stopped talking.

Luke, who had been watching over him the whole time, became his mouthpiece, informing the foolish little brother that the Young Master had drunk three more lethal doses of poison.

He just collapsed...

Illumi: "..."

He simply tucked his head into the pit as well.

The fresh soil didn't smell Milluki. I heard that this kid has also started poison resistance training and hasn't come out since... Roy finally sensed his hands and feet, broke through the soil and climbed out of the pit, shook off the mud, turned his back and walked away.

"Tap... tap..." The footsteps faded into the distance. Illumi finally peeked out again, silently staring at Roy's back. In the sunlight, the shadow he cast on the ground turned into a slanted shadow. He lingered there for a long time, reluctant to close his eyes.

"Young Master."

"Young Master."

Grandpa Jager's "brain storage room" welcomed a Sun-Earring Boy, just like always.

His expression was calm as he nodded slightly to the Scar-Face One-Eye, one-eyed man waiting at the door. The Scar-Face One-Eye bowed and opened the security door.

A deep, desolate passage came into view. Roy stepped inside, then paused, turned around, and said to the two, "On behalf of Grandpa Jager, I thank you both for your years of dedication."

The Sun-Earring Boy's tone was very sincere. "If conditions permit, I will tell him what you two have done."

Scar-Face One-Eye Rich exchanged a glance, placed their right hand on their chest, and knelt on one knee. "That is our glory."

"Please tell the Young Master that everything is fine at home."

Roy was silent for a moment, then remembered the question, "Whose child are you?"

He took a deep breath. "Yes."

One more glance, through the passage,

I saw the chrysanthemums carefully tended in front of the airtight door, I saw wriggling tentacles, I saw kind eyes, then everything went black, and I entered the "Game of the Dead"...

"Get down!" Before the familiar shout could finish, having experienced it many times, Roy immediately lay down on the ground the instant the first syllable was uttered, summoning [Practice] to form a "Nen Barrier" to block the Sandworm's [Practice] and the debris on the ground that it had blown away!

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, fifty seconds, one minute, finally... one minute and five seconds later, a silver-haired, spiky-haired boy poked his head out, curiously sizing him up, and asked, "Whose kid are you? How did you get on the ship?"