"A ghost!"
Shinsuke was perched on the beam and, upon hearing the commotion, looked down, screamed, and hid behind Fukuda.
Ghost calling out to another ghost...who the hell are you talking about!
Fukuda grabbed Shinsuke's neck with a backhand, "Snap~" twisted it, and the room fell silent instantly...
"It's not a ghost." Urokodaki Sakonji, apart from Tanjiro, had the keenest sense of smell.
He could easily distinguish between the "dead" and "living" by scent, and could even smell how many people a particular Evil Ghost had eaten when it was alive.
The windows and doors haven't moved, unless an Evil Ghost used a Blood Demon Art to make the sword vanish out of thin air... Yet, there was no trace of the unique nauseating bloody smell of a Blood Demon Art in the room...
This proved it wasn't done by a ghost.
Tomioka Giyu was the quickest to react among them. When he noticed the Shallow Strike turning into dots and disappearing, he dashed to the south wall, but unfortunately, he still grabbed at nothing, watching the light points slip through his fingers...
"No one touched it, it disappeared on its own." Tomioka Giyu was silent for a moment and clenched his fist. In that instant, he felt a sense of "turning reality into illusion," which was mysterious and hard to articulate.
Sabito crossed his arms and glanced at Roy, who was sleeping soundly on the kang, pondered, "Could it have something to do with Eiichiro Oda?"
"The sword is his, closest to him; if the sword disappeared, he should feel something."
The fox boy surveyed everyone calmly, "I suggest we wait... and talk after Eiichiro Oda wakes up tomorrow morning."
'Senior really does care about Eiichiro Oda...he can't bear to wake him up...' Makomo squatted quietly aside, resting her chin on her hand, watching this and that, quietly awaiting the dawn....
"Let's leave it at that..." A sigh slipped out through the paper window....
The oil lamp was blown out, and everyone/ghost each went to sleep or found a place to hide with thoughts in their mind, listening to the mountain wind howling, a night hard to find rest...
....
At ten in the morning, the sun was just right, but perhaps because the Question Town was too desolate... the sunlight still felt gloomy shining into the rundown alley...
Under the corner where the camera was hidden...
Roy carefully visualized the "Shallow Strike" in his mind. On his open palm, under Kurajing's surprised gaze, dots of light suddenly appeared... then connected into a line, forming a plane, and in the blink of an eye, crafted a samurai sword that the youth deftly caught single-handedly.
It was none other than the Shallow Strike that hung on the southern wall of the wooden house!
'It actually... succeeded so quickly...'
Sachiko Nakajima looked at the boy in surprise, not without praise, "You have great talent."
'After all, he is my young master.' Wutong straightened his spine, proud... Although Kurajing had only recently been introduced to the "Nen" ability, it didn't hinder her from sensing the "powerful" nature implied in their words, further solidifying her resolve to cling to the Zoldyck family!
On the airship.
This scene was captured through the camera.
Netero wasn't greatly surprised, just glanced at Zeno briefly, trusting what he just said... about knowing nothing regarding the boy Roy's system.
"Ho ho... now there's no need to rack our brains guessing, turning illusion into reality, conjuring from nothing... Zeno...."
"I remember, this is the second 'Conjuration' in your family after Jager...."
The old man recollected Jager, and a hint of gloom flashed in the eyes that held wisdom... "The old man always said it was me who led him astray. In fact, he knew well in his heart, Jager wanted to collect materials in the Dark Continent to perfect the 'Game of the Dead,' so he fled from home...."
"In the blink of an eye, it's been twenty years, some things should be let go... just let them go..."
"Can't let go." Zeno, turning his back to Netero, watched the scene of the boy, Roy, having seemingly grown taller and looking more adult-like after not seeing him for a few days, and said coldly, "Right and wrong don't matter, the old man doesn't like you, nothing can change that."
Is that so... Netero didn't get angry at being snubbed, glanced at the Shallow Strike held in Roy's hand, and said with surprise, "It's rare for a guy from the Conjuration System, as your family doesn't have a swordsman, yet you can visualize and conjure a sword, amazing..."
The old man's Enhancement, Zeno's Silva's Release... among the juniors, Illumi's Operation... Netero wasn't wrong, the Zoldyck family didn't have a single sword user in five generations... But...
"Roy's different."
Zeno watched the boy on the screen intently without turning back and said, "You're wrong, what he visualized wasn't a sword."
Hmm?
Netero raised his eyebrows,
waiting quietly for more.
Zeno took a breath, turned his head to look outside. At ten in the morning, the sun was just right, a smirk appearing: "It was the sun!"
"Ho ho ho...." Netero was startled,
sat up and laughed heartily, "This boy has a grand heart... even wanting to wield the sun..."
Driving the dawn to tear open the darkness... nurturing all life, inducing tides, the great sun... the burning horizon revealing a poignant sunset...
No living thing can part with the sun overhead... It's like an eye, observing the human world silently, through the changes of time, whether I'm here or not, whether you're here or not, it's always there....
"Zeno, when you go back, tell the old man... how about having this child fostered to me, his fate is too strong, you can't control it."
Zeno made a mocking laugh, unceremoniously saying: "Give him to you... to raise another Beyond?"
"Try if you dare, see if the old man wouldn't beat you to death!"
Netero: "..."
"Ho ho..."
He laughed...
This laugh had a somewhat dark undertone, making Mamen Beans feel uneasy inside... Pretending to brew tea, silently wiped the cold sweat with his head down.....
Really in a sorry state, caught in the middle trembling in fear... it's not a job just anyone can handle....
It sneaked a peek at the monitor screen, watched as the boy drew the Staff Blade with a clang, admiring the sunlight reflected on the wall, forming spots of light...
With a slight smile, sincerely said to Sachiko Nakajima, "Nothing compared to granny."
It's just the conjuration of a sword, still lacks the prowess to reach a "Nen Beast"...
Roy was self-aware of this,
holding the Shallow Strike, he channeled the "True Heat," swirling it with fiery flames, burning the air with a sizzle... Sachiko Nakajima and her "child" couldn't help but take two steps back, clearly feeling how searing the flames were.
"Ho ho..." Sachiko Nakajima forced a smile, "The old lady speaks the truth, with your aptitude, conjuring a 'Nen Beast' is but a matter of time."
Every beginning is hard, once you take the first step in "conjuring," the rest is merely transmuting "imagination" into reality through "telekinesis"...
For example, Kurapika with his "Chains"... Shizuku with her "Blink Fish"... Pariston and his "Chess"....
Combining "Sun" and "Beast," Roy retracted "True Heat," sheathed the sword, with a thought, he sent the Shallow Strike back to the world of Demon Slayer, watching it turn into dots of light dispersing before his eyes,
vaguely gaining some insights...
Simultaneously, awakening everyone/ghosts in the wooden house...
Dots of light reappeared...
Fukuda slapped Shinsuke: "Look, Eiichiro Oda's sword... it has returned!"