As it turns out, there are no poorly tilled fields, only oxen that die of exhaustion.
Ever since Killua got pregnant, worried that intercourse might affect the fetus, Silva rarely enjoyed some leisure time.
The afternoon sun was just right,
inside the study on the second floor's west side, exclusively his.
The man had learned from Maha to buy a rocking chair, placing it in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with his hands folded on his belly, quietly basking in the sun... At some point, he heard a faint sound of footsteps coming from the corridor, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open.
Without turning his head, Silva said, "Back then, your great-grandfather also asked me to punch him."
Roy pushed the door open and came in, "Father, did you?"
"Yes,"
"Got beaten up pretty badly." The rocking chair creaked, Silva's silver hair spilled like mercury onto the carpet... He opened his eyes slowly, looking at the blazing sun outside the window, a swallow occasionally cutting through the sunlight, "Ji——" a cry softly gliding into the forest, he said with nostalgia, "He said that from the moment I struck, it was destined I wouldn't amount to much, that my whole life I could only... be a hitman."
Paid to kill, and those who couldn't be killed, it was only because the money wasn't enough... The Zoldyck Family has its own philosophy of assassination, Silva being a paragon of it... Roy grew up listening to his stories, well aware of his father's and grandfather's prowess,
But such a person, one who established the Zoldyck Family as the world's premier assassin family, one whose strength stands at the peak of the world, even able to contend with Nephelpito, Yupi, Shaiapouf, and the Ant King, was easily defined by great-grandfather as a "hitman," Roy closed the door behind him, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"At first, I was unconvinced, killed one person after another to prove my strength,"
"In the end, still couldn't block your great-grandfather's casual punch."
Silva, with his back to Roy, reached out and pinched a green leaf blown in from the window, gently caressing its veins, and said deeply, "I didn't understand why, until—"
"I asked your Grandpa Jager in a game, only then did I have the answer,"
Silva squeezed his hand, the Nen Light appeared suddenly, crushing the green leaf to ashes, then with a release of his hand, it floated toward the forest... He then stood up tall, turned toward the sunlight, and looked at Roy seriously, "He said, no matter how strong an individual's force is, how could it be the opponent of an organization or even a nation?"
"It was then I realized, whether your great-grandfather or Grandpa Jager, from the day they embarked on the path of [Faith], they were no longer... an individual!"
"Step... step...." Footsteps sounded, as Silva's tall figure moved, completely blocking out the sunlight from outside the window.
He approached Roy unhurriedly, standing still before him, as if re-evaluating his son, towering over him, and said, "The path of snatching others' 'Nen' [Faith] is destined to be a rough and winding road, son... are you really ready?"
"Great-grandfather asked, now father is asking, is it Grandpa next?"
Roy joked to himself with a laugh, looking up fearlessly into Silva's imposing eyes, "Yes, father."
"I want to tread this path,"
"Not only do I want to tread it,"
"I also hope to truly achieve something, for instance...."
The youth smiled brilliantly, "Kill a [God], replace Him, let Him have a little taste of the sun's power."
A gust of wind blew in, lifting the curtain, and playful sunlight occasionally bypassed Silva, shining on Roy.
Silva looked at him deeply, his son was growing fast, almost reaching his nose, perhaps soon would surpass him... He was silent for a moment, suppressing a low laugh in his throat, "I look forward to that day immensely, but...."
Silva's words paused, and then he erupted with powerful [Ren], forming a whirlwind of "Nen" that enveloped Roy, causing his black hair to fly backward, stepping forward and pressing on, "Before then, get through me first!"
"Time."
"Three years."
"Too long." Roy's feet rooted on the floor, as if gripping the ground with ease, motionless, also erupted with [Ren] to counteract Silva's impact, still smiling, "Father, you know, I'm in a hurry... always racing against time, so..."
"How about, one year!"
A year... Silva's gaze turned dangerous, he stepped forward again, his "Sense" like a vast ocean, seemingly ready to crush Roy, squinting slightly, "You've grown a bit of skill and want to drift,"
"Has no one ever told you, you're very... arrogant?"
"Creak..." [Ren] against [Ren], the "Nen Storm" swirled and clashed, making an ear-piercing screech that was like metal clashing......
Roy smiled at Silva, stepping forward as well, hardheadedly confronting the man, "Heaven above and earth below, I am supreme, father... you must understand, arrogance is the true color of the sun."
Blazing red flared up fiercely from within the youth...
The air ignited, heat surged, boiling, forming a steam dragon with claws extended, charging straight at Silva's face!
In a moment of daze, Silva keenly caught a familiar scent, like when Maha casually punched him before, it gathered the strength of countless beings, the man vaguely... saw many faces within this steam dragon.
Some he knew, like Wutong, like Haseki Dorou,
And some he didn't, such as the Nine Hashira led by Gyomei Himejima, the Uchiha led by Uchiha Shana, the Naga led by Vanessa, the Kobold led by Old Keller... and many more....
Silva's eyes flickered, brilliance shining, reaching out again, presenting his fist, swinging it toward the steam dragon with a punch to the head!