Excessive concentration of power in the hands of one person can easily lead to some problems.
First, the organization has weak adaptability, unable to respond quickly to world changes, resulting in delayed or distorted information or problem transmission, leading to wrong judgments.
Second, the lack of effective oversight, excessive power concentration can lead to corruption and even abuse.
Netero has realized some issues and has been thinking in recent years about whether to reestablish a team, hiring the best Hunters in various fields to help him manage the Hunter Association, of course...
It's definitely not because he's too bored and wants to find some opponents to spar with during leisure.
"Buzz..." The airship shredded the air, slowly flying towards the venue....
At dusk, as the sun was setting, on the Sea God heading towards Doli Island,
The sea surface reflected the sunset, shimmering with brilliant waves, Kurajing pushing a dining cart as usual, arrived at the bow to deliver a meal to Roy.
This time she learned her lesson, didn't speak much, nor snatched tasks, allowing Wutong to serve Roy as he dined. Suddenly, a chill ran down her neck, and suspiciously, she looked toward Wutong, only to find him intently peeling shrimp for Roy, too busy to glare at her, turning her head around cautiously...
Finding nothing abnormal, she thought, "Could it be my imagination?"
Little did she know, at the moment she turned her head back, from within a shadow, the deck broke open with a hole, from which emerged a head full of nails, staring expressionlessly at her.
A woman... alive... who is she?!
Illumi gripped onto the deck, uncontrollably exuding a murderous intent from his hollow eyes.
Suddenly meeting Roy's gaze, the boy shrank his head back and disappeared below...
"Master?"
"It's nothing."
Roy withdrew his gaze, took the peeled shrimp from Wutong, and said without looking up, "I'm assigning you a task,"
"Yes, master, please tell me."
"Awaken her Nen."
"Who?"
Wutong feeling something ominous, tilted his head to look at Roy, as the young master slightly nodded towards Kurajing, his body instantly stiffened.
"Don't overthink,"
"If Haseki Dorou cannot be ridden, there's no harm in choosing someone else."
The "system" is innate, "Enhancement" is "Enhancement," "Materialization" is "Materialization," forcing a mismatch will only squander Haseki Dorou's talent...
"Understood." Wutong squinted at Kurajing: "Ensure to complete the task before disembarking."
The young girl was startled, swallowing hard,
That night, as the sun set, the moon rose to its peak.
Wutong taking Roy's order, was explaining the knowledge of "Nen" to Kurajing.
Roy closed his eyes to sleep, his Staff Blade flat on his knees, akin to an old monk in meditation, emptying his mind, listening to the waves crashing against the Sea God, gradually entering the dream,
He traversed the colorful dream path, just like before, reaching the familiar Sea of Cognition, stretching out his hand to push open the door of the Demon Slayer.
Accompanied by the familiar feeling of falling... reopening his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar figure standing with Urokodaki Sakonji busy in the kitchen, pausing slightly, then got out of bed.
"Awake... the porridge will be ready soon." A pot of fish porridge simmering on the stove, Urokodaki Sakonji slicing pickled radish, uttered without turning back.
Turning with him was... the cold, unyielding face of Tomioka Giyu.
"Tomioka Giyu." He said internally.
"Kamado Eiichiro." Roy replied in the same way.
The gloomy wind swirled between the two, teasing their hair to dance....
Soon, Urokodaki Sakonji spoke, "Eiichiro, take your senior brother Giyu to meet your other senior brothers and sisters."
Tomioka Giyu's cold eyes shifted slightly, one hand resting on him, whereupon a warm current flowed along his arm, slowly reaching his eyes.
Another glance... the fox boy took off his mask, smiling at him, calling, "Giyu."
Tomioka Giyu's body trembled, taking a quick step forward, embracing Sabito tightly, burying his head in his shoulder, greedily inhaling his scent.
How many years has it been, that Tomioka Giyu returned to his dreams at midnight, always recalling his senior brother's features and demeanor.
It was he who often comforted him when he cried after his sister's demise...
It was he who motivated him when he was too tired to practice with his sword...
It was he who always spoke words of protection when the master scolded him...
Also, it was he who shielded him during the battle at Mount Fujikasane, giving his life to the demon's belly....
All these years, Tomioka Giyu has never stopped regretting, if only he were a bit stronger then, perhaps senior brother wouldn't have died, and neither would the subsequent junior brother and sister...
He just held Sabito tightly, with so many words he wanted to say... but when the words reached his lips, he choked up, unable to speak, finally transforming into: "Brother, I miss you."
"Plop~" Tears penetrated Sabito's spirit body, falling to the ground....
Shinsuke watched from the beam, his eyes turning red, grabbing Fukuda while wailing, only to be kicked away by Fukuda,
"Cry somewhere else, I seriously suspect you use me as a tissue...."
"You two!" Makomo wiped a corner of her eye, glaring at the two, almost making her laugh... if Sabito brother saw this, how embarrassed would he feel....
The young girl dashed into the kitchen, simply hiding there.
Roy quietly watched from the side, just as he had when escorting Minamino Guangzhi home, silently accompanying, experiencing the subtle changes emotions undergo under "strong impact," deepening the understanding of "Nen."
A moment later,
By the heater, the master and disciples sat facing each other.
Urokodaki Sakonji, just like during New Year's, brought out the bowls and utensils from the cupboard, lined them along the table edge.
This time, it wasn't just Sabito, Makomo, Shinsuke, Fukuda, but also... Giyu....
"Master, this is the first time everyone has gathered like this in so many years." Makomo sat beside Urokodaki Sakonji, saying with an overflowing smile.
Sabito and Tomioka Giyu exchanged looks, then heard a sigh, from Urokodaki Sakonji.
The elder, ever since being struck by Roy's blade and removing the Celestial Dog Mask that day, often fantasized whether he would have the chance to sit and have a simple meal with everyone, chat casually, now...
The fantasy has been realized.
Urokodaki Sakonji raised his bowl, gesturing towards Roy from afar: "To Eiichiro."
Sabito smiled: "To Eiichiro."
Lifting his bowl, his hand passed through it, unfazed.
Followed by... Makomo... Shinsuke... Fukuda... Watanabe... Shimizu....
Many gazes converged, the echoes of "To Eiichiro" filled the ears... Tomioka Giyu finally raised his bowl, following everyone, seriously looking at Roy: "Thank you, Eiichiro."
Roy smiled brightly, raised his bowl: "To everyone."
Leaning back, he gulped all the porridge from the bowl into his stomach.
"Be careful it's hot." Makomo rolled her eyes, lightly scolding, only a boy with that kind of physical resilience would dare drink like that, otherwise... look at brother Giyu, sipping slowly and cautiously, much more careful than some people.
Sabito placed his hand down, smiling: "No need to worry, he's a man who can make his sword glow red."
Just as he finished, they heard...
A "smack" sound.
The bowl dropped from Tomioka Giyu's hands, crashing onto the kang.
The current Water Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, cares not for the embarrassment, swiftly looked at Sabito: "Brother, what did you say?"
Then turned towards Roy, a never-before-seen grave expression on his face!