"Don't always make Dad take the initiative, silly child."
Silva gently patted Roy's back, pulling him into his arms, his imposing figure enveloping him entirely.
In a slightly reproachful tone, he looked at him and said, "Adults care about face. You always keep a stern face, don't give way, so even if Dad wants to get close to you, he can't find the chance."
Silva said this, his chest as broad as a mountain, warm... leaving Roy's two free hands unsure of where to go for a moment.
The young boy had never seen this side of Silva before, nor had he heard him speak such long sentences. In that instant, Silva seemed like an ordinary father from an ordinary family, stripped of his assassin identity, no longer cold, a stark contrast that was hard to adjust to.
"Hmm." After a moment, the boy lowered his head and managed to squeeze out a syllable...
He gradually understood... perhaps the one in front of him was the true appearance of his father...
'Because he believes this is a dream, absolutely safe, so he reveals the "true feelings" that no one usually notices?'
Roy's gaze flickered as strange thoughts arose, thinking to himself: "Perhaps, he believes this place is his dream, so he can do whatever he wants, and even if he dreams of me... the real me wouldn't know."
However... the one appearing here, thanks to the Nen ability "Gate of Cognition," is Roy, freely roaming the dreamland, the "real consciousness" rather than... the "Roy" Silva imagined in his dreams...
When false is taken as true, true becomes false, where nothingness resides, even existence is void...
In summary, the "false Roy" Silva believes is actually the "real Roy"!
[To bridge the gap with your child, try these 6 actions...]
[First, arrange exclusive parent-child time, fully accompany.]
[Second, use body language skillfully to convey love.]
[Third, provide precise encouragement to boost confidence... Fourth, respect individual differences... Fifth... Sixth, listen to emotional expressions, offer understanding and support...]
In Silva's exclusive "Unconscious Domain," the man noticed that the young boy was still somewhat "unreconciled," recalling the book he just flipped through, seeing a few small techniques, he held onto Roy tightly, "learning on the job," directly treating him as a "guinea pig."
In this strange and peculiar atmosphere, which he had no choice but to cooperate with, Roy spent this rare piece of "parent-child time," realized that the dream was becoming unstable, showing signs of cracking, slowly realizing...
Due to the influence of his own "amount of Nen," his journey here was essentially over, his figure gradually fading, slowly turning into mist, exiting from Silva's unconscious domain, and when he opened his eyes again...
Accompanied by the "dong" sound of the corner clock chiming...
The young boy awoke from the dream at four a.m., in his own bedroom in the ancient castle of the Zoldyck Family...
"Tick... tock..." Time marched on....
Roy lay quietly on the soft large bed with his hands interlocked over his abdomen, gazing at the ceiling for a while, unusually lingering in bed.
Then, after shaking off the "sense of nothingness" brought by the hazy dream, he turned over, got off the bed, and as usual, went jogging down the mountain.
Encountering... Wutong, as always, leaning against a pool of water, fiddling with the "infinite pistol" in his hand, practicing "Water Breathing" in his own way... The image of the him in last night's dream automatically appeared in the young boy's mind, a faint smile on his lips, he moved lightly along the mountain path, reaching the mountain road entrance, after seeing Wutong, he saw Haseki Dorou with white hair blowing in the wind.
"Young master, good morning." The young boy bowed, his face rosy, noticeably more "energetic" than the previous days when he had a swollen face from being beaten by Wutong, having clearly benefited greatly from cleaning him up in last night's dream.
"Mm, keep it up." Roy sped past, not turning back, saying: "In a few days, I'll assign you a task."
Haseki Dorou was taken aback and quickly responded: "Yes."
Standing straight again, he watched him leave, clutching his fist resolutely!
'Surpass Wutong, starting from serving the young master...'
He suddenly shouted loudly: "Young master, I will absolutely not let you down."
"Whoosh~" A mountain breeze blew, swirling some leaves, slowly falling...
With his back to the young man, Roy waved his hand, without looking back, disappearing from Haseki Dorou's sight, and in no time, he arrived at the mountain gate, seeing from afar "Bald Uncle" Zebro, instructing a blonde girl, with her hair waving in the wind, adjusting her stance and force, directly targeting the first Gate of Trial.
"You... your posture is right, currently just lacking strength, after you eat more when you get back, it shouldn't take long, you'll succeed…"
Zebro said with a smile, his words swirling into Roy's ears...
He suddenly thought of Kurapika,
Heard from Wutong that he is the younger brother of Kurajing, understanding the reason for the girl's desperate efforts... striving to change the situation of the Kurta Race, clearly—
She is well aware that with the Kurta Race possessing one of the "Seven Most Beautiful Colors in the World," like a child carrying gold through the market because of their "Scarlet Eyes" being coveted, trouble is inevitable.
Calculating the time, it would be just a few years until the Kurta race is exterminated...
"Tap... tap..." The footsteps drew nearer... Zebro glanced over, pulling Kurajing aside, the two doffed their hats, bowed, and greeted: "Young master,"
Roy did not stop, reached the mountain gate, made a turn, quietly glimpsed at the two, made a pivot of his ankle, and retraced his steps along the mountain path,