Zebro slightly widened his mouth, his hat silently slipped from his hand, and he forgot to pick it up...
'Young master, what kind of Nenryoku is this again?'
"Gulp~" A mouthful of saliva was swallowed... Zebro blinked, wanting to see more clearly, but when he closed his eyes in surprise, the figure of Roy had already vanished before the Gate of Trial...
Perhaps, life is as fleeting as a blink of an eye, yet also as long as the flowing water...
A gust of wind arose, blowing Zebro's hat back into his hand. Roy timely rehearsed [Impure World Rebirth], retracing his steps, racing towards the mountain peak, also rushing to the brink of life and death...
'Tobirama Senju noted with particular emphasis, [Impure World Rebirth] should not be learned lightly by those who have not experienced death...'
'Its essence demands the practitioner to have sufficient insight into "life" and "death" to ensure that when they perform the summoning technique, bringing spirits back from hell, they do not lose themselves in the process...'
'However, what he did not anticipate was—'
Roy listened to the panel's prompt... [Hint, [Impure World Rebirth] Entry Level...], a glint flashed in his gaze as he said: 'I am already a reborn traveler...'
As the two Nen energies, [black and white] and [life and death], surged, they suddenly shot upwards, merging into a milky-white Nen energy, returned to Roy's body, and disappeared as he collected them...
The boy gravitated towards the mountain trail, continuously verifying his familiarity with [Impure World Rebirth] through [Release] and [Sense], the long path to the mountain shortening unconsciously under his feet to a single point.
Within three minutes, he arrived at the Zoldyck Family's old castle,
Roy jumped off the mountain path, not flushed or short of breath, smiling as he stepped through the main door, walking along the corridors steeped in the breath of time towards the dim little room...
He arrived,
Stopped,
As usual, he respectfully performed a bow towards the room and said: "Great-grandfather..."
"Creak~" The rocking chair moved, where a dried old man leisurely lay, turned to hum slightly, and slowly climbed up...
"Laughing foolishly so early in the morning, tell me... what makes you so happy?"
As an assassin, one should not show their emotions... But Roy had a smile at the corner of his mouth, not as an assassin this time, but as "family"... and arrived!
The boy's silver hair swayed in the wind, the tail end shimmering with glazed gold light, separated by a window, he smiled at Maha and said: "Indeed something joyful, related to me and also to great-grandfather."
Roy solemnly said: "Please, great-grandfather, prepare early, so I can resurrect!"
As for resurrecting whom? In the past, within the [Heart Drop Sword Listening] world, the peaks had already been seen!
Giving Maha no time to react, several wisps of lingering Nen wrapped with memories revealed themselves impulsively... Among them, with a braided pigtail is Betty Zoldyck, donned in heavy armor is Brook Sell, holding a heavy axe is Severus, carrying dual swords is Blake Shaw...
Their presence, battle-hardened and heroically going to difficulty with Maha in the end, once they appeared, immediately locked their gaze upon Roy,
A Nen wind swept through,
Roy felt warmth on his palm, wrapped by Betty Zoldyck's two hands: "Child, is what you say true?"
Betty Zoldyck's voice was obviously trembling...
Behind her were Brook Sell, Severus, Blake Shaw, and the men and women, old and young seen that day in the dilapidated royal court... finally, deeply gazing at him, silent as ever... Maha Zoldyck...
"Roy, I hope you know what you're saying..." The old man expressed concern with a gentle, implicit reminder...
He seemed to be hoping,
Yet seeming afraid of disappointment,
Also concerned for his great-grandson's safety,
At the moment, the Nen was unstable, presenting a complex and mottled "gray"...
"Drip... drip..." The curse on the back of the left hand ticked like a clock, counting down Roy's life,
The young man gently stroked his hand, his gaze slowly sweeping over Betty Zoldyck, Brook Sell, and others, finally softly looking at Maha, warmly saying: "I remember great-grandfather said, if the day comes when there's no way out, great-grandfather will take me to fight the Dark Continent, is this true?"
Maha, hands behind his back: "Of course."
Roy smiled brightly: "That's it then..."
The boy half-joked, winking at everyone: "Isn't it better to have more helpers? I'm counting on great-grandmother and all my uncles to protect me in front~"
"Boom~" Brook Sell, Severus, and others kowtowed, loudly stating: "Rest assured, young master, I, Brook Sell / I, Severus / I, Blake Shaw / I... am willing to go through fire and water, and face death with no regrets for the young master!"
"Young master, and me..."
"And me..."
"I will too..."
A myriad of hazy figures, a chorus of excited shouts...
Straight into the fray, crashing like waves...
In the shadows, Killua, Tsubone, Netero sparring deeply in Kukuroo Mountain with Silva and Zeno... lifted their eyes to look...
Under the convergence of countless gazes, Roy, smiling, said no more, just extending his hand towards the garden behind him, summoning a morning glory, nearly dried by the tree, and a cricket chirping on the tree. With the magnetic force, they flew straight to Roy,
Landing one on each side in his hand...
Then, without the boy doing anything further, he merely opened his Acupoints, released black and white Nen energy, weaving them together, slowly linking the dead morning glory with the living cricket... and then, an astonishing scene gradually unfolded before Maha, Betty, Brook Sell, and the Zoldyck Family long observing through [En] such as Netero, Zeno, and Silva...
'[Impure World Rebirth], activate!'
[Casting without Seals]... across the ebb and flow of the other side's underworld, opening his mouth, he muddily emitted a soul light sphere...
This light sphere flew and flew, following the road opened by Roy's spirit communication, crossing the boundary between life and death, instantly burrowing into the cricket's body, forcibly pushing the cricket's soul into the underworld, taking its place, and upon reopening its eyes... the insect was reborn for the first time, starting again using the cricket as a vessel, resurrecting!
"Sizzle... hiss..." The cricket shed its skin... before Maha, Betty, Netero, Brook Sell, and others, removing wings, exposing hardened shell and horns...
It struggled out of the cricket's body,
Beside it was its former corpse...
This "life" and "death" strongly impacted everyone's nerves,
Instantly, the room's air fell silent, even the breathing seemed to halt!
"Alive... it really came alive..." The morning glory bucked, finally completely drilling out of the cricket...
It shook its head, saw its "self" beside it, clearly stunned for a moment,
On one more look, before it realized, it felt itself light up, wrapped in a sudden Nen line, flying backward, landing in a dried old man's hand...
"Chirp... chirp..." The morning glory struggled and cried,
But Maha paid no mind, carefully examining it up and down,
Besides, Brook Sell, Severus... watched sharply, behind them hazily countless ghostly figures surrounded it waterproofed, layered upon layered, at which point,
The morning glory squirted a jet of water, incredibly... terrified it peed......
"This little thing...." Maha disdainfully flicked his hand, the morning glory whimpered immediately becoming a small black dot in the sky, gulped down by Mikai, who suddenly appeared from nowhere...
The insect life from death to rebirth didn't last ten seconds before it ended its short and not so precious another life...
But for Maha,
For Betty,
For Brook Sell, Severus, Blake Shaw, and the millions of wandering spirits lingering in Maha's memory behind them... its death was heavier than Mount Tai!
"Shwish——"