Chapter 214: Advancing Uvogin and Nobunaga x Kastro's Growth
"Heh heh heh... how nice..."
Friendship in youth is the purest and most beautiful, just like today's sunshine, warm enough to make one doze off.
At the church, in the patio courtyard behind the prayer hall, Daniel Lauren, as usual, moved a small stool and leaned against a tall pillar, sunbathing with his eyes closed... His ears, not yet deaf, clearly heard the conversation. In a trance, he seemed to return to his passionate youth, holding the Bible in one hand and a rapier in the other.
Only, the scripture was the Bible, the sword was a rapier, but the person... was no longer the same. Now old and frail... unable to hold the sword, unwilling to chant the scripture, only saying: "May the Lord grant grace," calling him to heaven soon.
To complete his mediocre life...
"You should advise them." A fragrant breeze drifted from a corner of the corridor.
A young woman walked out, veil covering her face. Wearing a pitch-black wide-brimmed hat, Lotus walked gracefully... imitating the old priest, leaning against the pillar, looking up at the bright sun in the sky, and said faintly, "Those children are too stubborn; sooner or later they will suffer a loss."
However, in Meteor City... suffering a loss means... death!
"Can't be taught..." Crow's feet around Daniel Lauren's eyes were like ravines, weathered by storms, finally basking in the sun one day. He quietly enjoyed this beauty and smiled. "People are born with a kind of stubbornness..."
"You tell them, they won't listen. Only..."
"When something really happens, they will understand."
"I investigated his background." Lotus agreed.
The old priest's eyelids moved slightly. Lotus frowned beautifully. "Result, no result. He appeared suddenly, no background, no origin. Only know... he believes in the sun and brought an attendant named Kastro, who has some history."
The woman stroked her chin, muttering to herself, "It is said that this Kastro used to fight in the Heavens Arena. One day he suddenly disappeared, and no one knew his whereabouts. Now it seems... he was converted..."
"Heh heh heh..."
"Having no background is the biggest background." Daniel Lauren leaned against the pillar cast entirely of marble, chin raised, looking at the sun. Opening his eyes, the sunlight was too bright, making him squint again. He said faintly, "The sun is good... darkness cannot exist under the sun..."
"Likewise, darkness cannot tolerate it..."
Lotus fell silent. The old priest had sharp eyes, his words prophetic... Since Roy brought Kastro into District 4, the master and servant hadn't killed anyone. Even those with ill intentions were simply taught a lesson and driven out. However...
District 4 was never a benevolent place. Not before, not now, and certainly not in the future... After investigating for a few days...
Lotus discovered many people, openly or secretly, eyeing District 4, eyeing that pale church, eyeing the priest named "Taichi" and his attendant Kastro, like tigers watching their prey!
Among them were people from the Council of Elders, some factions, and even... a guy who gave her a headache just mentioning him, like... that drug addict!
Lotus suddenly remembered those sickly green eyes and the twisted darkness suppressed under his calm face. Her chest heaved, heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably...
Just then, Daniel Lauren looked over with a chuckle. "If you're really worried, go take a look..."
Lotus snorted coldly, turning to leave. "Bishop, don't forget, I'm a mortician. The more people die, the happier I am."
She forced herself to say, "Don't misunderstand, I'm going... to collect their corpses."
Saying this, without waiting for Daniel Lauren to smile, she lifted her skirt and disappeared from the patio courtyard like the wind...
Leaving the old priest alone, enjoying the sun, muttering to himself... Yes... yes...
A moment later, his head drooped, a snot bubble appeared at the tip of his nose, and he dozed off...
Meteor City, West Sector, District 4.
The porridge shed opened once a day, one piece of bread per person... With chefs helping, plus a few young butlers carefully selected by Gotoh from home to maintain order...
Kastro accompanied Roy cleaning inside and out, weeding, mopping, and organizing materials like "stone," "wood," and "paint" needed for repairing the church... With beautiful long silver hair, the boy moved like the wind, busy everywhere, looking a bit like Gotoh.
"Hard work." This was the Young Master's praise.
Loyal to duty, surpassing Gotoh... This was Kastro's self-requirement.
Carrying a hoe as a sword, maintaining "Breathing Style" 24 hours a day, one swing precisely dug up a piece of turf. Mind immersed, carefully feeling his physique and aura being pushed slowly but powerfully forward by the "Breathing Style"... Endless drive surged from within, until a commotion from the porridge shed made him frown, stopping his work, and exhaling lightly.
"Looks like someone came to cause trouble again!"
Young Master is kind and doesn't hold it against you, but you ungrateful lot...
Then don't blame him for being ruthless. He was just worrying about having no place to vent his strength!
The boy snorted coldly, walking slowly with the hoe on his shoulder to the porridge shed. He saw two men and a woman, along with Chrollo, Shalnark, and Pakunoda whom he had seen before, confronting the butlers responsible for serving porridge and maintaining order. Even... the wild man in front, strong as a bear, shirtless, wearing only a beast skin skirt, grinning hideously, had already exchanged a punch with one of their own friends... Ueki, a butler they met at the butler's villa.
Kastro slammed the hoe heavily on the ground, making a THUD. Then he looked past Uvogin and Nobunaga at Chrollo, Shalnark, and Pakunoda behind them. "I didn't expect it to be you three."
The boy's silver hair shone in the sunlight. "Praise the Sun."
"What? Didn't die last time, still unwilling, came to seek death again?"
Meeting Kastro's cold eyes, Chrollo keenly sensed the killing intent in the boy's tone. Swallowing hard, he stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Praise the Sun."
"You misunderstood."
Chrollo bowed slightly, pointing at Uvogin and Nobunaga, then signaling Pakunoda with his eyes to quietly pull Sarasa aside. He said sincerely, "I would like to ask you to please teach those two a good lesson. As long as they don't die, do as you please."
Uvogin, Nobunaga: "..."
Stunned.
The former reacted, erupting instantly, grabbing Chrollo by the collar and lifting him up. "What do you mean?"
Boosting others' morale and destroying one's own prestige... "Chrollo, you dare be a traitor?"
As for... the fate of traitors... the Clean-Up Rangers had already given the answer... Clang!
Nobunaga said nothing, drawing his sword directly... The rusty katana rubbed against the scabbard, making a tooth-aching sound... He held the sword with both hands, raising it levelly, the tip glinting with cold light, pointing straight at Chrollo...
Kastro raised an eyebrow, watching this scene faintly. At some point, his ears moved, hearing a telepathic message drifting from deep within the church... The boy glanced sideways at Chrollo. Without any apparent movement, the hoe in his hand suddenly swept across, friction with the air creating a trail of fire. Both slow and fast, it hit Nobunaga's katana pointing at Chrollo squarely.
Clang~ A crisp sound!
Nobunaga felt a huge force transmitted through the blade. Still in shock, the webbing between his thumb and forefinger split open, bleeding. Along with the sword... he was knocked flying by Kastro's hoe!
[Flame Breathing, First Form: Unknowing Fire!]
The sudden strike instantly froze the surrounding air!
The flame-wreathed hoe spun around and was shouldered by the boy again... Kastro took a step forward...
Shalnark and Pakunoda, having witnessed the power before, flanked Sarasa and retreated a step...
In a blink, Uvogin was left holding Chrollo in a daze. Recovering, he released the other's collar with a solemn face. Facing Kastro together with Nobunaga who picked up his sword again, thick battle intent rose in their eyes!
"Old man, can you still hold the sword?"
"I said, call me old man again, and I'll cut you!" Nobunaga ignored the bleeding hand, gripping the sword tightly, narrowing his eyes at Kastro... The silver-haired boy's flaming strike earlier was too fast for him to react. Clearly... a tough character!
"Be careful, his strength... is very strong!"
"Haha... isn't that just right?" Uvogin clenched his fist, Crack, laughing loudly and wildly like a bear. Looking again, he also took a fierce step forward, raising his fist to smash!
Black hair dancing wildly, he shouted, "My strength isn't weak either!"
Saying this, iron fists carrying howling wind tore through the air, smashing down heavily!
Kastro's bangs danced against his forehead in the fist wind. In an instant, he judged... this wild man in a beast skin skirt had extraordinary strength!
Unfortunately... there's a difference between [Mortal] and [Nen]... Aura nodes unopened, the body doesn't get tempered by "Nen" for a day!
Plus, Kastro, gifted by Roy, had now fully mastered [Total Concentration: Constant]. So...
Although Uvogin regarded Kastro as a tricky opponent and went all out... his iron fists were intercepted halfway by Kastro's seemingly light "Tiger Bite Fist." Striking later but arriving first... hitting the knuckles, knocking him back!
Hiss— Flying in the air, pain chasing from behind... Uvogin bared his teeth, sucking in a breath, and crashed into a trash heap nearby, hugging his fist. Having fought so many fights in his life, this was the first time he was beaten so wretchedly!
"Hahaha... refreshing!" Fists trembling... knuckles wailing... adrenaline not diminishing at all... As Uvogin climbed up again, a bright sword light flashed...
Just as Kastro punched, knocking Uvogin flying, old force spent and new force not yet born... Nobunaga keenly seized this opening. Katana horizontal, slipping under Kastro's armpit, aiming for his heart, a sharp thrust!
Ding!
A soft sound!
The sword tip felt like hitting a rock... Clearly reaching Kastro's heart, yet no matter how much force Nobunaga used, he couldn't break Kastro's skin. Even... couldn't touch his clothes, dragged into a quagmire by an invisible force!
"What the hell is this?!"
Some are born able to see "Aura," some cannot... Among the group of young Spiders, in the original story, only Machi could see Aura. Precisely because of this, Lotus discovered she had enviably beautiful eyes, and subsequently... after Sarasa's death, recommended her to [Fog Valley] to learn Nen.
[Ten]: The technique of wrapping "Nen" around the body.
The milky-white Nen seemed to show a tendency towards "fiery red" due to learning [Flame Breathing]. Kastro had been wary of Nobunaga. The moment he moved his sword, Kastro used Ten to protect his heart, blocking Nobunaga's strike!
The boy was calm and composed, just like Uvogin soloing the Mafia in the original story, letting bullets, guns, and even RPGs hit him without harm. Sarasa, held by Shalnark and Pakunoda, was dumbfounded!
"Little Uvo... Ah-Nobu... Monster... he's a monster!"
No wonder Little Kuro didn't let them come... No wonder Shalnark and Pakunoda were silent... "You knew all along, didn't you?!" Sarasa suddenly understood, staring blankly at Chrollo...
Chrollo lowered his head silently. People can't be taught by words, but learn instantly by experience...
The boy, whose black hair hadn't been slicked back yet, stood quietly aside, watching silently... Uvogin and Nobunaga got up, smashed again, stabbed again, then... got beaten flying by Kastro again... Until...
The two collapsed on the ground, exhausted. Kastro grabbed each by the head, dragging them towards the depths of the church. Only then did Chrollo say to Shalnark and Pakunoda, "Let her go."
Looking again, he followed Kastro silently...
"Can I not go?" Released, Sarasa jogged to catch up with Chrollo.
Shalnark and Pakunoda exchanged glances.
The latter, chest proud, said without looking back, "You can also choose not to go."
Moving her feet, she followed Sarasa...
In a blink, only Shalnark remained in the porridge shed. Facing the Zoldyck butlers, like the one who exchanged a punch with Uvogin without losing ground, he shrank his neck involuntarily, shouting "Wait for me."
Soles oiled, he fled the porridge shed nimbly, catching up...
Tap... tap... Footsteps echoed in the vast church square...
Nobunaga and Uvogin were dragged by Kastro, one on the left and one on the right, leaving two shallow trails on the ground...
The swordsman, now battered into a pig's head, sword gone, clothes torn, revealing a tuft of chest hair, croaked like a dead dog, "Can I ask a question?"
"Just give me a quick death."
"Speak."
"Why couldn't my sword cut you?"
"Because of Nen."
"Nen?"
"Yes."
"Hahaha... no wonder!" Uvogin laughed loudly with his broken gong voice, spitting a mouthful of blood, convulsing...
"So I didn't lose to you, I lost to 'Nen'..."
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