Wutong's Resolve X A Fleeting Meteor

"I want to learn too!"

On the night of November 23, Silva returned from accompanying Zeno on a mission. Worried that the commotion might disturb Kikyo, he ordered someone to boil a tub of hot water in his small training room so he could take a quick bath to relieve his fatigue.

This time, the mission is to kill someone in the Kakin Empire. The target has a complex background and a deeply entrenched network of connections; the situation is extremely complex. (The text then lists various Ai-I-I and their relationships, which are not directly related Gasha the Shuwuwu Beyond.)

When the royal family and the mafia form a "political-gang alliance" to jointly govern the country, even someone as experienced as Silva still feels that compared to "them," his family is so clean that no one can find fault with them.

The man thought of Roy and Illumi, wary of them going astray... His hands rested lazily on the rim of the wooden tub, his silver hair flowing freely across the water. Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, fixed on the window...

A pale little face slid down the eaves, staring into his empty eyes as he looked out the window and said this.

Silva:

A smirk played on his lips, his voice icy. "You want to kill me too?"

Illumi remained expressionless, but his heart felt like it was being crawled with Chimera Ant.

The itching is so bad I can't control myself...

With his long, black hair flowing down his back, he looked like a ghost, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll kill Roy first, then I'll kill you."

"Hehe..."

Silva lowered his head, his shoulders shaking...

He looked up again, a "Nen Bullet" condensing at his fingertips. With a flick of his finger, it pierced through the glass, instantly blasting him away.

You should know when to ask for advice, you unfilial son!

The old father's anger was spreading...

Night fell, and then, with a chilling stillness, utter silence.

Meanwhile, on the first floor of the Ancient Castle, in a small bedroom facing north and exposed to the sun, the light flickered, and a figure could be vaguely seen hunched over a table, studying diligently.

Grandpa Jager's words served as a wake-up call for Roy: there was no problem with "Heart Inquiry" and finding a worthy "reference point" for Visualization, but the real problem lay in demonstrating responsibility through "actions."

His current level of spiritual power is completely unable to withstand the scorching heat of the sun...

They will be exhausted within minutes and cannot withstand prolonged battles.

Under the lamplight, the Sun-Earring Boy frowned in deep thought.

There were three notebooks spread out on the table: one by Silva, one by Jager, and one by... Biscuit...

Roy even included "The Shingen-ryu" in his reference system, comparing it with other theories to try and find solutions to the problem. Ultimately, he concluded that there were two reasons -

First, his "thoughts" are substandard in both "quantity" and "quality".

Second, the understanding of the "sun" is too superficial, only able to materialize "heat... scorching" in reality, but failing to reflect the deeper aspects of the "sun," such as "nurturing all things" and "inducing tides"...

"Young Master, have a glass of milk and rest for a bit."

It was already 11 p. m. After several days of staying up late, Gotoh followed behind, looking at him with heartache, and asked the kitchen to heat up a glass of milk and bring it up.

It's getting cold; drinking something hot to warm your stomach will make you feel better.

Roy rubbed his eyes, then immediately stopped insisting. He drank some milk, stretched his neck a little, and started chatting with Gotoh: "Is there anything in the notes that you don't understand? Let's discuss it together."

Gotoh copied a copy and has been looking at it for the past few days...

Choosing his words carefully, he said, "To be honest, Young Master, I actually have a clue."

Um?

Roy looked surprised. "Tell me about it."

"Yes," Gotoh pushed up her glasses, recalling that night when stars twinkled across the sky, except for a single shooting star that streaked across the heavens and vanished in an instant.

He smiled at Roy and said, "Yesterday I set up a ' Vow and Limitation. ' If the Young Master encounters danger, the self-destruct program will be activated, unleashing a hundred times the normal [training] Nen and make up for the lack of talent. I believe this will be able to help the Young Master."

To sacrifice one's life for a fleeting moment of brilliance...

"You!" Roy stared blankly at Gotoh, unable to utter a single word.

Gotoh smiled, revealing a row of pearly teeth. "Young Master, you won't need to go looking for me in the dust; I'll turn to ash myself."

Silence... is the only sound on Kukuroo Mountain tonight... The evening breeze rustles the curtains...

Gotoh shut up. Roy slumped into his chair, staring at him in astonishment. After a long while, he waved his hand and said, "Go down."

"Yes," the butler tidied up the cups, left the Ancient Castle, and headed towards the Butler Villa halfway up the mountain.

He walked cautiously as always, afraid of disturbing his master in the dead of night... Little did he know, a gaze had been following him all along, until he left the garden, disappeared into the woods, and vanished completely.

Roy continued watching, moving from inside the house to the window in the corridor... At that moment, the moon was high in the sky, nearing midnight, its brightest time. No longer able to see through the Gotoh, the Sun-Earring Boy looked up at the night sky. A shooting star, trailing a long, fiery tail, streaked among the stars, blooming in the heavens, a solitary spectacle...

The Sun-Earring Boy took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, thinking to himself that someone's plan was quite good, it's just a pity...

I won't let you have your way!

A cold wind blew by, Roy averted his gaze, rubbed his face, forced himself to stay awake, and continued studying. One day, two days, three days... During this time, after consulting with his father, Silva, and his great-grandfather, Maha, Roy gradually grasped a solution to the problem—

If the quantity of recitations is insufficient, then continue to strengthen your physical constitution and improve your overall energy level.

If the "quality" of "recitation" is not good, then use the training method recorded in Grandpa Jager's notes - "Hookless Fishing" - use your imagination to twist "recitation" into a fishhook and fishing line to further strengthen your mastery of "form Transformation".

As for... the understanding of the "sun" is too superficial...

Roy thought of "Sun Breathing," of "Tsugikuni Yoriichi," of the "Total Concentration"... He closed his notebook, turned off the light, and immediately lay down on the bed with his eyes closed...

Let's first fully inherit Tsugikuni Yoriichi's understanding of the "sun" before we talk about anything else.

"Hiss~" The night entered its second half, the moon was setting in the west, Roy, struggling to sleep, finally...

At one o'clock in the morning, I successfully drifted off to sleep, passing through the colorful Dream Passage and arriving at my own Sea of Cognition.

The azure sea stretched to the horizon. The Sun-Earring Boy took off his coat, ran a few steps, and then plunged into the sea, swimming for a while to completely clear his mind of all his thoughts. Only then did he get dressed and go ashore. He glanced at the locked "Gate of the Dark Continent," then turned and pushed open the gate to Demon Slayer.

The familiar feeling of falling washed over me...

When he opened his eyes again, he saw his reflection in Makomo's beautiful pupils. He calculated the time; the New Year was the day after tomorrow, and he would be going down the mountain to go home tomorrow...

Today, it's time to present the gift he's already chosen to his master!

The Sun-Earring Boy's gaze passed over Makomo, then looked at Sabito, then at Shinsuke, then at Fukuda, then at all the senior brothers and sisters, before he rolled over and got up from the kang (heated brick bed).