Meteor Street never believes in tears, only in fists and strength.
Uvogin has yielded... Nobunaga has also yielded... There's nothing to say when you're not as skilled, if there's any regret... both managed to glance at Kuroro who was silent behind them, just regretting... not listening to him earlier.
"Step... step..." The sound of footsteps echoed incessantly...
Haseki Dorou was dragging like a dead dog in front, while Sarasaland looked bewildered, grabbing onto Kuroro's small hand desperately like it was a lifesaver, pleadingly looking at him as they walked behind: "Little Kuro, you know them, don't you?"
"You must have a way, right?"
What way can I possibly have? What way can I possibly have?
IQ? Vision? Experience... before absolute power, it's all... bullshit!
Kuroro kept a dark face and said nothing, recalling what Boss Berlus told him yesterday: "Tell your little brothers not to go to 4th street recently, I received news, some formidable folks will show up soon!"
I naively asked: "More formidable than Bolton and Ilya?"
The answer I got was: "More formidable than them!"
That day, Boss Berlus patted his shoulder, deeply looked at him and said: "Kid, you've witnessed the might of those Nen users, now I can tell you for certain that Meteor Street is not just a landfill, but a testing ground and playground for some people, one Bolton dies, there will be more fiercely powerful Boltons emerging,
and behind them stands... an existence that I'm afraid to even touch."
After Berlus said that, he just chased him out... bearing apprehension, unwilling to say more...
But for him to be afraid to even touch... shows how deep the waters are behind Meteor Street, unfathomably deep!
"I dare not promise you anything, nor do I have the ability. If you trust me, then don't rush it, act on my signals." The young man counter-grasped Sarasaland's small hand, extending a finger to his lips to signal her to silence.
The group chased after Haseki Dorou, through the square, across the gate and into the Prayer Hall, unlike the Hall of Allah... the Prayer Hall, which had been melted by nearly ten thousand degrees of high temperatures, was empty and desolate... upfront, only one person dressed as a priest, holding a broom, methodically sweeping the floor.
"Praise the Sun," Haseki Dorou arrived in front of Roy, tossing both hands, casually throwing Uvogin and Nobunaga to one side, then picked up a cloth and started wiping the glass on the spot... while Kuroro, Sarasaland, and the recently arrived Pakunoda and Sharunaaku Ryuusei exchanged small glances, taken aback.
Silence reigned in the Prayer Hall at the moment, apart from the sound of sweeping, the occasional echo of wiping glass...
The few small ones, including the prostrated Uvogin and Nobunaga, couldn't help swallowing, feeling tense to the point of hearing their own heartbeats clearly...
At a particular moment, perhaps noticing the few people.
Roy smiled pleasantly: "Sit."
The empty hand casually pointed in front of Kuroro and Sarasaland, where dead wood bloomed... the barren stone floor suddenly cracked open with several small holes, from within sprouted tree seedlings, rapidly growing branches, self-weaving, self-bundling, within moments, forming several vine chairs... quietly placed by Kuroro, Sarasaland, Pakunoda, and Sharunaaku Ryuusei's side.
Instantly, all four including the collapsed Uvogin and Nobunaga stared wide-eyed, their brains malfunctioning!
"Creak... creak..." The sound of cloth scraping against glass made one's teeth itch...
Roy, disregarding the dazed ones, threw the broom towards the corner of the wall, his fingers tracing in mid-air, conjuring [Wood Release], creating a wooden table, several chairs, and cups, one by one placed in front of Kuroro and the others.
Positioned himself across the wooden table, extended his hand to the cups, water naturally flowed following the fingertip into the cups, steaming hot, this being the "Nen ability property change [Water]", namely "Water Release"!
"Did you not hear my lord asking you to sit?" Noticing the lingering daze, Haseki Dorou swept in a dissatisfied remark....'
With a soft knee, Sharunaaku Ryuusei sat down on the spot, quickly followed by Pakunoda, Sarasaland, lastly... Kuroro took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm.
[Notice: Your "potential follower" Uvogin... due to witnessing your methods, sees you as a deity, "loyalty" +5...]
[Note: Loyalty stems from reverence]
[Notice: Your "potential followers" Nobunaga, Sarasaland... due to witnessing your methods, see you as a deity, "loyalty" +5...]
[Note: Loyalty stems from reverence]
[Notice: Checking "potential followers" Kuroro... Sharunaaku Ryuusei... Pakunoda, loyalty +5...]
[Note: Loyalty stems from reverence]
With reverence, there comes a halt... the panel prompt sound suddenly echoed... Roy's avatar Taiyi, warmly served tea to the few, softly said: "Forgive Dorou's rudeness, as long as you don't cause trouble, he will not lay hands on you."
"It's my fault!"
"It's none of Sarasaland's concern!"
"Father, if you're going to kill someone, kill me!" Uvogin struggled to sit up, using all his strength to shout, opening his mouth, again spouting a mouthful of blood, staining his chest red...
"Jinx!" Sarasaland sprang up from her chair, midway... again pressed down firmly by Kuroro's outreached hand, the young man with a watermelon head was quicker, pulled away the vine chair, bowing reverently to Roy: "Father, I want to join the faith!"
"And him... her... him....."
Kuroro extended his hand pointing at Sarasaland, Pakunoda, Sharunaaku Ryuusei, finally Uvogin, Nobunaga, decisively said: "We all want to join!"
"Please consent!"
Kuroro bowed deeply, burying his head completely...
In the vast empty prayer hall,
A few gazes were quickly cast!
Sarasa, Pakunoda, Sharunaaku Ryuusei, Uvogin, and Nobunaga all looked at Kuroro in shock,
Cold sweat trickled down the boy's forehead. He remained silent, not raising his head, like a suspect quietly awaiting Roy's judgment... Time ticked "tick-tock tick-tock~" like a small hammer incessantly striking his heart, filling him with anxious agony... Roy could even hear his inner voice without needing to disperse heart bugs to catch, just using [En] to listen cleanly!
"I have a friend, quite impulsive by nature, who hates listening to others."
"One day, he insisted on causing trouble for someone. Coincidentally, I knew that person was dangerous. I intended to stop him but couldn't."
"As a result, he really got into trouble, and there was no other way...."
"I could only compromise to temporarily side with that dangerous person, and pull my friend along to ally. I thought..."
"As long as I became the partner of the opponent, they wouldn't trouble my friend anymore, Kuroro..."
A touch of scarlet slowly climbed to the corner of Roy's eyes as he smiled at the bowing boy, extending a finger to lift Kuroro's chin, as three obsidian tomoe rotated slowly, even able to see his own reflection in the boy's pupils, murmuring, "Am I right?"
Kuroro was forced to raise his head to face the Sharingan, and in the blink of an eye, he felt the world whirl around him... When he came to...
Somehow, a black plastic bag had appeared in his arms, and as it opened, it revealed Uvogin's lifeless head staring straight at him!
"Ah—"
A shrill scream erupted!
...
In the Republic of Padokea, from the capital airport towards Kukuroo Mountain in a black sedan.
A teasing laugh echoed...
"Hehe, sly little spider..."
Then a young butler suspiciously checked...
"Young master, what spider? Is there a spider in the car?"
"Not talking about the car."
In the black sedan, through shared vision, Roy witnessed Taiyi teaching the dishonest Kuroro a minor lesson with illusion, and once he regained his senses, harvested five loyalty points from him through "dread."
Opened the car window, watching the scenery recede outside, not far away, faintly visible mountain ranges, it was indeed Kukuroo Mountain,
Roy stretched lazily before stepping out, as the car "squeaked~" to a steady stop before the towering mountain gate...
Bringing Wutong, he simply charged forward to meet Zebro with a nod, taking a deep breath, extending a hand, he swung open the five doors and walked straight in.
"Boom!" The five 64-ton heavy gates of the Gate of Trial opened and fell, blocking Zebro's view outside... The gatekeeper with a little less hair mumbled, "The young master has improved again..."
A pair of hollow eyes seemed to appear behind the gate... seemed to be... the second young master!
"You still know to return!" Inside the gate,
Roy had just stepped into the family home with Wutong, then caught the scent of his little brother!
Illumi crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the Gate of Trial, emotionlessly looking on, oblivious to a leaf falling on his head, seemingly waiting for a long while....
"A week, is that long?" Roy tilted his head and asked Wutong.
"Well..." Wutong cautiously looked at Roy, then carefully at Illumi, tilted his head to the sky, muttering, "The sun is great today."
Roy: "....."
With a twitch at the corner of his eye, Roy kicked Wutong's backside, then brushed past Illumi's shoulder, tossing him a wooden nail.
"Your birthday gift."
Illumi was stunned, caught the wooden nail firmly in hand, then watched as Roy ascended steps, shouting at Roy's back, "My birthday is in November, it's only May now!"
"Just say, do you want it or not?"
"I do!"