"Huff...."
When the pain faded and power surged forth, Roy breathed a light sigh, directly sensing the endless strength gushing from the depths of his body. He crossed his hands and spread them upward.
"Crackle...."
The joints of his neck, elbows, knees, and ankles popped like a pan of frying beans.
The feeling was indescribably refreshing. After a quick shower, he sat at the dining table and opened "Records of the Western Continent".
Just then, Wutong pushed in a serving cart. The young man looked up, glancing at him.
[Follower: Wutong]
[Constitution: 217→220]
[Manifested Nen Amount: D+(9754/10000)→C-(77/100000)]
[Potential Qi Amount: C- (1745/100000→2250/100000)]
After learning the "Breathing Technique", the longstanding "constitution bottleneck" finally showed signs of loosening. Clearly, he had put in hard work these past few days....
Roy smiled, "Have you mastered it completely?"
Wutong adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and shook his head, "I still can't do the 'Full Concentration·Constant' as you say, young master."
"No rush," Roy received the knife and fork Wutong handed him, cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth, "Later, have someone prepare a few gourds. Blowing them from time to time helps extend the 'Concentration' duration."
The "Breathing Technique" emphasizes "cardiopulmonary ability". Strong heart and lungs elevate blood temperature, accelerate heartbeat, and stimulate potential... In the original, Tanjiro and the others mastered 'Full Concentration·Constant' with this method taught at the Butterfly Estate.
"Yes." Wutong silently committed these words to memory.
Attending to Roy during his meal, dinner concluded swiftly. The young butler cleared the table and pushed the cart away but was stopped by Roy before leaving.
The young man opened his right hand, visualizing through added "Nen", manifesting the 'Nen Device handgun' engraved with "Infinite" Divine Characters which symbolizes "Endless Fire". He casually tossed it to Wutong, "Take it."
Wutong caught it in one swift motion and immediately sensed the uniqueness of the 'Nen Device handgun'. He recognized at once... this was a 'Nen Device' branded with [Divine Characters]!
"Endless fire, inexhaustible Nen, limitless Nen Bullet, plus the ability to amplify 'Emission' output—this is an exceptional gun."
Roy, without lifting his head, stated this while flipping open "Records of the Western Continent" on the page about 'Faith'.
Wutong, reluctantly parting hands from the 'Infinite Handgun', intended to speak but hesitated upon seeing the young master engrossed in reading. He clutched the handgun against his chest, bowed deeply, and pushed the cart away.
'I will use it well.' The young butler silently vowed, inhaling deeply, before disappearing from Roy's sight as he exited.
"Ssshh... ssshh...." A breeze lifted the curtain, revealing the dense night outside.
With just a dim light in the bedroom, only the sound of a young man quietly flipping through "Records of the Western Continent" could be heard.....
Roy contemplated Grandpa Jager's expositions and hypotheses regarding 'Faith' and 'Nen', re-evaluating his encounters with Frank Begie and the follower of [Storm]... Lord Benjamin in the Dark Continent,
who could amplify "Thunder's intensity" by connecting with nature through "Nenryoku", absorbing unknown amounts of 'Faith' and reallocating numerous people's "Nen"!
Perhaps... Little Mary and those "discarded citizens" captured and offered by the 4K Party led by Frank Begie might have become objects of the cruel "urge relief" by Benjamin and followers of [Storm] precisely because their "spiritual" aspect suffered some cosmic backlash, gradually aligning with "contamination" and "disaster"....
"Records of the Western Continent" turned to page 27, clearly inscribed with—
[The deeper the Faith, the more extreme the person, upward leads to goodness, benefiting one side, downward leads to evil, plaguing an entire city....]
That Benjamin was undoubtedly the latter!
Roy pondered,
He didn't know the original doctrines laid down by the one wielding the [Storm] authority, internally cautioning himself... [The Sun] is not solely upward.
It can indeed nurture everything when gentle, but when fierce, it can also induce droughts, scorching crops to death... two sides of the same coin, retaining its inherent "contradictory" properties as a "concrete existence".
[Thus, still depends on the person, on how to guide.....]
Jager's words stopped there,
As if he said everything yet nothing, perhaps... 'Grandpa Jager himself didn't have a concrete answer or execution plan either....'
As thoughts churned, Roy closed the book, shut his eyes, and tapped on the dining table with his fingers joined. After a moment, his gaze turned steadfast and ideas solidified... The path lies before him, and since he has stepped onto it, retreat is not an option!
Demon Slayer must preach... the Dark Continent too... and even the isolated island encircled by Mobius Lake under his feet must....
The young man pushed back his chair, stood up, and paced to the window, observing the sparsely starred night sky, mentally constructing a rough topographic map of the island. At a certain moment, he squinted, finalizing a position....
The world's discarded dumpsite — Meteor Street!
"We never refuse anything, likewise, no one can take anything from us."
A face emerged with a forehead cross tattoo, always wearing blue earrings, usually styled in a slick suit hairdo that he occasionally lets down while flirting or off-duty, favoring black coats with an inverted-cross symbol on the back, possessing tranquil, unfathomable eyes like deep pools, impossible to decipher what he's thinking....
Roy cradled his chin, deciding to bring a glimmer of "light" and "heat" to this barren zone, harshly existing for fifteen hundred years....
"Whoosh~" The evening wind swayed the "flower card ear ornaments", the young man stood with hands behind, gazing south across the night sky.
Facing the Mimbo Republic across the sea is the northern frontier of the Urupean Continent, home to Meteor Street.....
A "drama" was unfolding there....
"First, absolutely no acting on impulse!"
"Second, absolutely not missing a single bad guy!"
"Third, absolutely fair and splendid judgment!"
"Minna-san~ Good afternoon! We are—the Cleanup Squad!"
In a chapel on the western block of Meteor Street, a boy with a bob cut, holding a microphone, was fervently performing as the "host" and waved to the audience with a smile.
The eagerly awaited crowd erupted in a wave of applause, instantly flooding the spacious and solemn prayer hall.
With ink-like black hair, he enthusiastically dubbed a cartoon named "Cleanup Squad".
As the curtain slowly rose, he stepped aside, allowing the pink-haired girl playing the "Pink Warrior" to make a dazzling entrance....
Listening from behind, a shirtless teen in a tiger-skin skirt, arguing and bickering with the "wandering swordsman" with a shabby wooden sword slung awkwardly on his waist, looked imploringly at the golden twin-tailed girl beside him and said:
"Sarasa... it's up to you...."
The girl gravely nodded her small head, yet moved with a bold stride, stepping between the teenage and the wandering swordsman, slapping each one's arm, saying:
"Shh... stop arguing,"
Uvogin and Nobunaga both snorted simultaneously, turning away... seen in the boy's eyes....
Kuroro quietly exhaled, thinking: "Sarasa is the only one who can handle these two guys."