Chapter 307: Karma·Blade x My Fists Will Speak for Me
"Thump~"
His heartbeat was like a beating drum, suddenly elevating... Although Gotoh could not speak, he faintly transmitted his inner voice through that thick, heavy [Thread of Karma] connecting him and Roy, merely saying, "Young Master, do your best!"
Roy gave a light hum, turning around and walking out the door toward the back kitchen...
Tsubone swung her two pink pigtails, following silently behind. Right before stepping out the door, she turned her head to gaze deeply at Gotoh within the blood cocoon... For this lucky fellow to have such fortune today was entirely what he deserved. Faintly... it made one envious...
"Creak~" The door was gently closed.
The "Tap... tap..." sound of footsteps gradually receded into the distance...
Roy went to the back kitchen, simply had dinner served by Tsubone, and passed by Kurajin's bedroom. He saw the young girl pressed against the wall, holding a kettle weighing a hundred kilograms, doing squats...
On this summer night, the young girl silently cheered herself on. Amidst her meticulous efforts, fragrant sweat slowly flowed down her smooth, fair neck, until it converged into a snow-white cleavage.
Roy smiled faintly, not disturbing her. With another glance, he peeked next door, his gaze penetrating the stone wall to see Kurapika sitting at a desk, holding a pen and writing something—perhaps a diary, or perhaps a travelogue... Roy calmly withdrew his gaze. Taking a light step forward, his body transformed into light, instantly merging into the moonlight. Drifting out through the corridor window of the butler's villa, he flowed with the wind, sweeping toward the mountain peak. In the next glance, he appeared on the second floor of the Zoldyck family's ancient castle, inside that spacious, quaint bedroom.
At that time, Kikyo was holding Killua in her arms. Having just finished nursing him, she was coaxing him to sleep. Suddenly catching the scent of a cool breeze that rustled the black hair on her forehead, Kikyo's electronic eyes flashed, and she abruptly looked forward.
The moonlight spilled down, vaguely outlining a human silhouette through the window lattice...
He possessed a head of silver hair not inferior in the slightest to Silva's. The difference was, the tips of the boy's hair overflowed with a glazed golden light, hazily emitting a soft solar halo. Looking from afar, it was far more resplendent and mysterious than Silva's...
"Roy?"
"Mother."
Roy stepped out from the moonlight, smiling warmly at Kikyo. Shifting his gaze downward to look at the tiny infant held in the woman's arms, he said softly, "Listening to Father, I came to see Killua."
Kikyo's gaze was somewhat complex. As her electronic eyes flashed, static snow continuously drifted down.
Looking deeply at Roy, she said, "Without your father's order, you wouldn't come to see Killua?"
"I wouldn't." Roy stepped forward on swirling winds, not letting his footsteps disturb the tiny person. Drawing near and arriving beside the bed, he gently pinched Killua's soft, tender little cheek and said, "He is my little brother. If I want to see him, I will see him. I don't need anyone to specifically order me to."
Kikyo gave a charmingly reproachful snort and said, "You truly have grown up, and your wings have hardened. Careful not to let your father hear you, or he will deal with you."
Roy shrugged indifferently: "It doesn't matter. No matter what I say, even if I curse at him, he is going to deal with me tomorrow anyway."
Kikyo opened her mouth slightly, searching for words to say something. After a long while, she remained silent...
Roy teased Killua. Without needing to look, he could clearly capture the indifference and care naturally overflowing from the top of the woman's head, intertwining in a complex and bizarre manner... His heart was actually as clear as a mirror...
If it were the mediocre him of the past, he absolutely would not have attracted the slightest bit of attention from this mother in front of him. It wasn't just him. In the original story, even Illumi, Milluki, and even the later-born Alluka and Kalluto, couldn't compare to Killua in the slightest when it came to receiving Kikyo's affection... This twisted, unfair love was far too maddening and far too heavy, with possessiveness bursting at the seams. Ultimately...
It originated from that head of silver hair on Killua...
Yet today, in the Zoldyck family, aside from Grandfather Zeno and Father Silva, Killua was not the only one possessing silver hair... This was also the reason why, stepping into the second-floor bedroom for the first time in years, he wasn't scolded and could stand here peacefully exchanging a few words with Kikyo... Roy's head of silver hair, overflowing with glazed golden light at the tips, swayed gently in the wind...
Reaching out both hands and clapping lightly towards Killua, he said, "Come, Killua, let big brother hold you."
Killua, wrapped in swaddling clothes, his lake-blue pupils flashing with a crystalline luster like gemstones, tilted his head to look at Roy. Waving his two small hands, he opened them towards Roy, babbling yi-yi-ya-ya from his mouth... seemingly begging Roy to hold him.
Kikyo froze slightly, looking down at Killua... Thinking about how this child was like a little demon, fussing all day, disliking being held by Silva, and disliking being held by her, unless he was hungry or sleepy, wanting milk or sleep, only then could he barely quiet down for a moment...
As her electronic eyes flashed, Kikyo glared at Killua with a hint of jealousy, reluctantly handing him over to Roy: "Be careful. Support his bottom with one hand and his head with the other. Do not be careless..."
Roy said warmly, "I know."
Taking Killua and pulling him into his embrace, it was just like holding a fragrant, soft little kitten. He gently helped Killua arrange those few tufts of fine, soft silver fuzz on the top of his head...
"Yi-yi-ya-ya..."
The [Thread of Karma] appeared.
One end connecting to Killua, the other connecting to Roy.
The profound bond stemming from bloodline slowly revealed its traces...
Embracing Killua, Roy felt for an instant as if he was embracing his former self. That feeling that blood is thicker than water surged into his heart like a wave in a flash. For a moment, he couldn't help but freeze on the spot...
What was it... it seemed there was something... suddenly flashing past his spiritual perception. He wanted to catch it but failed to grasp it in time, his brows furrowing involuntarily...
Seeing this, Kikyo slipped on her slippers and got out of bed. Noticing Roy's sudden change in expression, she worried he might drop the child.
She hurriedly reached out both hands and scooped Killua back from Roy's embrace. Raising her eyes to look at Roy, she opened her mouth, wanting to say something. As her lips moved, she suddenly saw...
At the bedroom doorway, a tall figure walked over. After glancing at her from afar, he signaled her to keep quiet.
Only then did Kikyo stop talking. Upon seeing Silva, she subsequently and quietly breathed a sigh of relief...
"Dong~" At ten o'clock at night, the wooden grandfather clock sitting in the corner chimed the hour...
Silva had finished exercising his body. He originally intended to sleep in the study today, but at a certain moment, he seemed to sense something. Immediately, he jumped down from the chairs, casually grabbed a towel to wipe his body, and then... walking with the majestic strides of a dragon and tiger, he exited the study and returned to the bedroom.
"Buzz..." The chandelier hanging from the ceiling hazily emitted a soft halo...
Silence enveloped the second-floor bedroom at this moment.
After extending a finger to stop Kikyo's motion to disturb Roy, the man found a sofa and lay down himself. Resting his head on his right hand, he just silently watched Roy alongside Kikyo.
The boy's brows were tightly knit, desperately pursuing that fleeting inspiration. He remained as still as an old monk in meditation, yet his body acted like a willow tree suddenly encountering a warm spring, sprouting tens of thousands of silk threads... connecting tens of thousands of [Threads of Karma]. The ends linked to all sorts of diverse individuals... There were family members, such as the Zoldyck family, the Kamado family, the Uchiha family...
There was his master and senior disciples, such as Sakonji Urokodaki, Sabito, Makomo, Shinsuke, Fuku...
There were believers, such as Gotoh, Ubuyashiki, the Nine Hashira, the Uchiha along with the Spiders, Vanessa, Old Kohler. Likewise, there were enemies and friends... such as Guzman, Ging, Netero, Razor, and... all kinds of men and women, young and old, who had once appeared in his life, even if they were just strangers he had crossed paths with once on the road...
All were hung by Roy upon the [Willow of Karma] symbolizing [Karma]...
Gradually... Roy finally, with unyielding perseverance, tracked down that trace of inspiration. That trace of inspiration originating from bloodline bonds, an inspiration he should have valued but had constantly ignored—
[Karma], or rather... [Karma: Blade]!
"Just like Itachi's Mangekyo controls [Amaterasu] and [Tsukuyomi],"
"Sasuke's Mangekyo controls [Kagutsuchi],"
"Obito's Mangekyo controls [Kamui: Space],"
"My Mangekyo shall control [Karma]. Just as the sun leaves gloom with nowhere to hide, I can similarly utilize [Karma] to sever the [Ego] or [Existence] from the lives of those connected to me via the [Thread of Karma]!"
"..." Slowly, a smear of blood-red crawled out from Roy's pupils. In just a flash, he quickly snapped back to reality, instantly wiping it away... The boy carried a faint smile on his lips, comprehending in an instant the direction his Mangekyo Sharingan should develop toward in the future... Reaching out to stroke Killua's little head, he said with expectation, "Killua, grow up quickly."
"What you gifted big brother today, big brother remembers it all..."
"When you get a bit older, I'll take you to the skies..."
"Blink, blink..." Killua, nestled in Kikyo's arms, looked at Roy in confusion. Opening his mouth with a ha-chi, he started gnawing on his fingers. Roy saw this and laughed heartily. Turning around, all his bewilderment vanished, clarity returning as he turned to leave...
Just before stepping out the door, he was leisurely stopped by Silva's words: "Not going to say goodnight?"
"We will see each other tomorrow morning, what need is there for goodnight?" Roy halted his steps, casting a sidelong glance at Silva.
The man's silver hair draped behind him like a lion's mane. Expressionless, he said, "I thought you would say something."
Roy raised his fist, grinning as he spoke boldly to Silva: "I feel this is much more useful than speaking!"
"Heh heh heh... Hahaha..." Silva abruptly laughed. Restrained at first, the volume raised in the middle, and completely unhidden at the end, as he burst into a wild, unrestrained laugh. His voice shook the roof tiles, and it was only after a long while that he finally stopped!
The man subsequently waved his hand.
The boy turned his head, not lingering for another moment.
In the next glance, stepping one foot into the moonlight, he vanished in a flash. All that remained was the bedroom door, caught by the wind, closing shut with a creak. Silently and tracelessly,
Segregating the man and the boy, the father and the son, into two different worlds!
"Hmm... a new era is coming..." A leisurely, enlarged ear silently retracted quietly as the door closed... On the first floor of the Zoldyck family's ancient castle, in that dim little room...
A certain shriveled old man mumbled. Rolling over, whether intentionally or not, he kicked off the fleece blanket covering him, leaving a shriveled, wrinkled belly exposed to the moonlight. Glared at by the woman surfacing from the hazy, misty aura, she helplessly picked the fleece blanket back up and covered him with it, just as she did in their youth...
"Yes, a new era is coming..." Betty Zoldyck, her blonde hair tied into a ponytail draped behind her head, sat right next to Maha on the rocking chair. Her figure swayed along with the rocking chair as she watched Roy walk toward his own bedroom.
At a certain moment, noticing again,
The boy, as usual, arrived outside the room, paused his steps beside the window lattice, and respectfully delivered a bow toward her and Maha.
A loving smile surfaced on Betty Zoldyck's lips. Subsequently, she watched Roy leave, just as she had watched Zzigg back in the day, an endless gentleness filling her brow and eyes...
"Good children, they are all good children... Zzigg was splendid, Zeno and Silva are splendid too, and now... it's his turn... Roy..."
"Heh heh heh heh..." "Creak~" The rocking chair swayed.
The shriveled old man, with his eyes closed, half-asleep and half-awake, gave a mischievous chuckle. Contentedly, he reached out a hand and groped toward Betty's bottom... Suddenly receiving a fierce glare from the woman, his hand was slapped down cleanly.
"Being indecent right in front of the child!"
"Do you have a death wish?!"
"That won't do, this old man cannot die just yet," Maha slowly opened his eyes, within which thunder faintly flashed. He stated profoundly, "At least, before witnessing that child slaughter gods,"
"I cannot fall..."
Betty: "..."
Her expression dimmed, and she fell silent...
A moment later, she took the initiative to pick up Maha's hand and placed it on her hip. Then... she leaned over and collapsed into his embrace.
Just like in the past, she extended a finger, drawing circles upon his not-so-broad chest...
Outside the window, separated by a single wall,
Roy bent over and straightened his back again. Noticing this scene, he paused to gaze for a moment, then turned and left...
"Tap... tap..." The sound of footsteps gradually receded into the distance... Sweeping past the dim little room, past the corner, past the mottled ancient corridor dense with the aura of time. Approaching his own bedroom,
Roy paused his steps.
Raising his eyes to look,
An askew, pale shadow leaned against the wall of his bedroom. With both hands shoved in his pockets, it was unknown... how long he had been waiting...
"I couldn't sleep," Illumi, his smooth black hair falling to his waist, heard the footsteps. Tilting his head to stare at Roy with those hollow eyes, he said, "So I came over to see you."
"Is that so?" Roy raised his feet again, pacing over to the boy's side. Brushing past Illumi's shoulder, he pushed open the door and walked in, saying without turning his head, "I am the one who is going to take a beating tomorrow, not you. What do you have to be nervous about?"
Illumi remained wordless, naturally following behind Roy. Plunking down onto his chair, resting his two fair arms on the armrests, he stared straight at Roy and said, "You know very well, Father will not hold back."
"So, you are afraid I'll be beaten to death?"
Illumi remained in silent non-response.
Roy didn't mind him either. Summoning Jin-kun and letting it roll around on the bed, he prepared to catch a brief nap before the break of dawn to nourish his spirit and accumulate his energy. While tidying up the bed, he said, "Rest assured, I won't die that easily, nor am I as fragile as you imagine. On the contrary, you,"
"Should worry more about yourself. Don't just wait idly and end up getting surpassed by Gotoh..."
Illumi: "You don't need to humiliate me like this."
Roy finished arranging the bedding. Turning back to look earnestly at Illumi, he said, "I am stating a fact."
Illumi: "..."
Very well.
"When he wakes up, I will go kill him!"
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