Montarily speechless.
Living beings are different from machines; they are full of diversity...
Roy had to admit that to beco a butler in the Zoldyck family, to stand out among the rest, and to beco another head butler after the veteran Tsubone, Gotoh's talent, compared to the general public, was not just one in a million, but easily one in a hundred thousand. But to compare him to the internationally recognized "Strongest Human"... Gotoh to Netero was like a firefly to the sun; the gap in talent was almost imasurable to the naked eye.
"What, you think it is impossible?"
Roy remained silent.
The world is materialistic, "Nen" is idealistic, but whether "materialistic" or "idealistic," one must ultimately rely on objective facts.
"I cannot imagine a scenario where he defeats Netero," the boy said frankly after a mont.
In the original story, even soone as strong as ruem ultimately died with regrets, although Netero took advantage of... planting the "Miniature Rose" in his heart. But,
ruem was a B rank powerhouse after all, only a hair's breadth away from A-rank or what Maha called a [Demigod]. In other words... by the ti Gotoh could defeat Netero, knowing or not knowing would have already lost its practical aning...
"It is precisely because you cannot imagine it that you must dare to think it..." With his back to the dim little room, Maha leaned against the window fra. Facing the vibrant spring in the garden outside, a scene of all things thriving and competing for life, he said deeply, "What is a God?"
"It is a totem,"
"It is faith,"
"It is the symbol in people's hearts that 'can turn the impossible into the possible'."
"Roy," the old man's eyes, full of weather and age, looked over faintly. With a single sentence using "Nen" telepathy, it exploded like thunder in the boy's ears, making his hairs stand on end and his scalp tingle: "If I were you, if I say there is light, the world must have light; if I say Gotoh can win, he can win. My mouth is the ruler, the rule, and the ultimate boundary where [Imagination] extends!"
"Boom~" A muffled sound of thunder poured into his skull...
Roy shuddered violently. As if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun, he stared blankly at Maha, his mouth slightly open, letting out heavy "Heh~ Huo" syllables as he breathed.
That is right, Great-Grandfather was right... "To think what others dare not think, to do what others cannot do, that is non-human... that is a God..." "If I, as his master, think it is impossible for him, then... he is destined to never defeat Netero in his entire life. At that ti..." "That will be my dereliction of duty as a master."
With his thoughts cleared, Roy closed his mouth, his nostrils flared, and he snorted a long stream of air from his nasal cavity... The boy bowed and said sincerely to Maha, "Great-Grandfather, I was being narrow-minded."
Maha remained silent, just looking up towards the east. The red sun rose, beginning to turn scorching hot, dazzling, and impossible to look at directly. Leaning against the window fra, he said, "You have read your Grandpa Zzigg's notes. At the end of the [Path of Faith], it still relies on believers... If you are strong alone but cannot bring tangible benefits to your believers, how can you expect people to genuinely contribute their 'Nen' for you to receive?"
"I understand." Roy straightened his back, took a deep breath, and said, "Since Great-Grandfather has said so, then I will boldly imagine. If one day, Gotoh can even defeat you,"
The boy smiled brightly, revealing two rows of white teeth: "By that ti, I reckon it will not be too far off for to hunt Gods and officially embark on the path of a Hunter."
Maha: "..."
A giant question mark seed to appear on his bald forehead. He looked at Roy, full of confusion... He almost thought he misheard! "Asking that brat Gotoh to defeat ..."
"You brat, what a huge appetite!" The old man glared angrily!
Roy was entirely unafraid. He laughed out loud, brushed past Maha's shoulder, and headed straight for his bedroom...
"Tap... tap..." The footsteps gradually faded away... The boy, wearing a halo cloak woven from the morning glow, laughed heartily with his back to the old man: "Great-Grandfather praises too much; it is all taught by you."
He rounded the corner and disappeared.
A leisurely breeze blew, bringing a rising sumr heat...
A single, stubborn strand of hair on Maha's bald head swayed in the wind. He stared blankly at the boy walking away. His thoughts drifting, he seed to see Zzigg from the past. One was a "Conjurer," and the other was also a "Conjurer." The difference was... the "neurotic" content was more in one and less in the other, but both had unconstrained imaginations, and both were... bold and daring children!
White smoke stead up. At the mont the footsteps completely disappeared, a hazy woman drilled out through Maha's Nen. She silently accompanied the old man, her gaze fixing through the heavy walls onto the departing boy, and said absently, "Maha, I miss Zzigg. This child Roy... really looks like him."
Maha was silent, just hugging his wife's waist tightly, and said warmly, "You will see it. I promise you, you will see the day he lives well."
Betty Zoldyck gave a soft "Mm," rested her head on Maha's shoulder, and silently enjoyed the peace of the mont. Her gaze drifted away with Roy, and in a blink, arrived at his bedroom.
"Young Master,"
"Rumble rumble..." The wheels of the dining cart rolled on the stone floor. Gotoh had prepared the al and seed to have been waiting at the door for a while. Looking up and seeing Roy's figure,
The young butler bowed in greeting. Looking up again, eting Roy's burning, torch-like eyes, he was first stunned, then unnaturally pushed up the glasses on his nose, coughed lightly, and said, "With the birth of Killua-kun, the kitchen prepared so extra nourishing tonics. I also served a bowl for Young Master, please drink it while it is hot."
The dining cart entered the room.
Gotoh lifted the cover, revealing a bowl of sweet, overflowing bird's nest soup beneath it. It was crystal clear, retaining the fragrance of rice and bird's nest. Clearly... the kitchen had put real effort into it...
"I guess I am benefiting from Killua-kun's birth..."
Roy withdrew his gaze, nodded, pulled out a chair, and sat down. He casually scooped a mouthful of bird's nest soup, gave a simple evaluation, and said calmly, "Gotoh,"
"Yes, Young Master."
"How long have you been with ?"
"Ten years, eight months, and twenty-one days," Gotoh blurted out without thinking. "When Hall was still here, I was by your side acting as your intern butler."
The young butler smiled and said, "At that ti, Young Master probably could not rember things and would not rember ."
Hall, Tsubone's son, was now dispatched by his father to oversee the intelligence departnt outside... Roy gave an imperceptible "Hmm" and placed the spoon on the edge of the table. Then,
Smiling at Gotoh, he said, "It has been so long, and I have not assigned you an official mission. You do not bla , do you?"
How could he dare to say he blad him?
Gotoh imdiately bowed down, placed his right hand over his chest, and said sincerely, "I have always known that Young Master is caring for ."
The young butler straightened his back again, speaking with certainty and a loud voice, "Please rest assured, Young Master. Whenever you have a mission, just give the order, so I can let Young Master witness my growth!"
Holding the Nen tool [Infinite Pistol], having learned "Water Breathing," mastered "Total Concentration: Constant," and recently made progress in advanced application techniques, successfully mastering [En] and [Ryu]... Gotoh was confident, showing extraordinary self-assurance as he guaranteed Roy.
Roy gave him an approving look and generously praised him: "Good!"
"Go fight Netero,"
"You do not have to kill him; just defeating him is fine."
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