Netero's Visit X Roy's Fury
In the darkness, a bright light shone on the little girl. She wore a pink butterfly hair tie, her eyes and tongue bulging and drooping. She reached out to grab Molitonio, and from the darkness behind her, countless hands emerged—some pulling at Molitonio hair, some gouging at his mouth, some strangling his neck, some clinging to his legs—desperately dragging him into the boundless darkness...
"The resentment of those who died unjustly often returns to the world after their great revenge is avenged, making them difficult to exploit or capture."
"That kid Roy is different; he seems to be able to absorb the power of the Undead to strengthen himself..."
The day after Roy left home, Zeno came to massage the old man as usual, and inevitably made some comments about the family's children.
Older people seem to share a common trait: they always like to bring up their grandchildren... Maha lifted his neck so that Maha could lean on his back, and hummed comfortably, saying, "Everyone's circumstances are different; his ability is his own."
"It's good to go out; staying cooped up at home will only turn you into a giant baby sooner or later."
The saying goes, "The world refines the heart," but how can one refine their heart without entering the world?
A powerful Nen user must first have a strong will, whether good or evil, and not be easily broken.
"Grandpa is right," Zeno said with no small amount of agreement. "That child's Visualization is the 'sun,' and he takes it upon himself to save all living beings. It's understandable from a Buddhist perspective that the Undead would be drawn to him..."
Buddha?
Maha glanced at Zeno, thinking, "Kid, what am I supposed to do with this?"
"What Buddha? What salvation of all beings..." Is that kid Netero coming again?! The old man's tone was unfriendly, and even... his gaze turned dangerous...
Ever since Jager died, that kid keeps finding excuses to come over every few days. Does he really think Maha is just a decoration?
Zeno remained silent, neither confirming nor denying. He had always known that his grandfather harbored resentment towards Netero for abducting their father, but given that it was the twentieth anniversary of his father's death and Netero's request to see his close friend, he, as the son, couldn't very well refuse. So...
With one kick, Maha sent him flying!
Go find your Buddha, I don't want a grandson like you!
"Crash!" The glass shattered, and in the distance, Zeno could be seen transformed into a black dot on the horizon...
I almost got kicked out of "Post-Mortem Nen"...
This shows just how terrifying resentment can become when it accumulates to a certain level!
In Ganslan darkness, the girl wrapped her arms around Molitonio's neck and whispered, "Brother... I miss you so much... really... so much..."
"Forty years have passed. Can you tell me why you strangled me that night?"
"You don't know how much it hurts... it's so painful, I can't breathe at all... I begged you to let me go... but you just pinched me even harder... So, my dear Molitonio, answer me!"
Am I not your biological sister?!
Look me in the eyes and answer me!
"Waaah..." A dark, resentful aura soared into the sky, startling the birds that were flying by... Molitonio was torn apart and plunged into Hell. Having spent his entire life searching for wonder, he finally discovered that he too could feel fear, could feel terror, and could not bear to look directly at his sister's gruesome death. He could only keep glancing at Roy, as if saying... "Save me..."
Roy remained unmoved, drew his Cane Sword, drawing a spray of blood, and calmly said, "Your sister is here; why not ask her for help?"
Molitonio:
He never imagined that the knife he wielded years ago would eventually come back to strike him.
He struggled to reach out one hand, but it was quickly pulled away by more hands.
The girl was filled with resentment; she was the most malevolent soul Roy had ever seen. He couldn't imagine the kind of pain it must have been for her to be murdered by her own family simply because her expression wasn't surprised enough, and to have been unable to express it for forty years!
Just watching silently...
"Pop~" Molitonio's soul, like a bubble, shattered the moment it completely disappeared into the darkness.
Just then, a gust of evening wind swept into the alley, ruffling Hisoka's red hair and pulling it back... The Sun-Earring Boy stood on the wall, watching with great interest. His resentment, having lost its anchor, stood there stunned for a long time. He turned to look at Roy again, lifted his skirt, and bowed to him. Through the girl's lowered head, Roy could even see that the hair tie she wore was a pretty pink bow.
I vaguely heard her say, "Brother, thank you."
"You're welcome," Roy sheathed his sword, nodded slightly to her, and a realization dawned on him—this girl was very strong! And her resentment was deep!
She was completely unlike the remnant souls he had absorbed before, which, due to insufficient soul strength, could not stand firm in the world and thus lost their support and could only dissipate.
Instead, hatred breeds resentment, and coupled with the ties of "blood relatives," even without support, one can live a carefree and happy life for a while, using the sky as a blanket and the earth as a bed.
It all depends on whether she's willing or not...
The night grew deeper, and a few leaves drifted down onto Molitonio's body...
The girl straightened her back, floated up on the wind, wanting to see the world... She saw the neon lights flashing on the streets, the traffic flowing by... The world had changed, and forty years had passed in the blink of an eye. Everything had changed, and there was no longer a place for her to stand...
She didn't even recognize many things, and many people wore hypocritical masks. The fake smiles were so unfamiliar that they frightened her. When she landed, she didn't hesitate at all and buried herself in Roy's arms. It seemed that only here could she find the warmth she craved.
"No... Brother, I hate this world, and I don't want to be human anymore."
[Hint: "Life Energy" +50]
Faintly, Roy seemed to hear the girl's whispered words. Leaning on his Cane Sword, he looked up at the sky, letting the evening breeze ruffle his bangs, his heart filled with a faint sadness...
"Clap clap clap..." A series of claps broke the silence of the night.
Hisoka opened his arms and exclaimed, "What a wonderful performance!"
He looked completely absorbed, as if the experience wasn't over yet.
Gotoh glanced at him, then leaned towards Roy. The girl he was protecting behind him had already safely left the alley and was probably home by now.
The narrow alleyway now only has two people and a Jester, which is somewhat eerie...
"If I told you that... you actually stole my prey, would you believe me?♣"
Hisoka, hands in his pockets, leaped straight off the wall, his gaze fixed on Roy, and licked his lips.
"Stop pretending." Gotoh also put her hands in her pockets, grabbed a few coins, and glared back.
In that instant, it was as if time had traveled back in time, arranging this destined encounter in the present.
The young butler shielded Roy behind him, coldly staring at Hisoka and saying, "Molitonio is your captain. As his comrade, you have countless opportunities to act. Why didn't you strike first?"
In the end, the person died, yet the blame was placed on the Young Master... Gotoh must let them know that even the steward's patience has its limits! Especially when it involves the Young Master!
"Hehehe..." Hisoka scratched his face, peering at Roy through his fingers, and chuckled sinisterly, "Because... your master is more alluring~"
"Ah... Spasashi... So beautiful, so amazing, I want to eat him up..." His expression gradually twisted, and an uncontrollable Evil Nen surged from Hisoka towards Roy...
Gotoh narrowed his eyes, calmly taking out a coin. Just as he was about to make his move, a hand stopped him, followed by a gentle breeze that brushed past his shoulder... and then another glance...
The Sun-Earring Boy's earrings, depicting the sun and mountains, left afterimages in place. In Hisoka's dilated pupils, two suns suddenly ignited within them, seeing through the Jester's every move... He slammed the boy's head down, embedding him, head and neck, into the wall, leaving only his body exposed. The boy thrashed about twice, then fell silent...
So...
"Damn it, why do I always run into perverts?"