"Bingo." The shadow clone glanced at the blanket that had fallen on the floor and winked at Tsubone. "The main body asked me to tell you something."
"He seriously suspects the old man... did it too much. He said to be careful when you wash the blanket, don't touch anything... unclean."
Tsubone: "..."
Her eye twitched. She placed a hand on her chest and bowed. "Thank you for the reminder, Young Master. I will be careful."
"You're welcome." The shadow clone pushed off the ground with both hands and leaped, speeding into the distance.
"If I don't complete the mission, the main body will blame me. I'm off."
"Goodbye, Young Master." Little Amane grabbed Tsubone's hand. "Hey, Grandma, look! I'm not afraid of the Young Master anymore."
Tsubone watched the shadow clone leave and rubbed little Amane's head, thinking: 'You're not afraid anymore.'
'Now it's Grandma's turn to be afraid.'
'A giant that seems to be an Expansion type from the Enhancement category, plus a clone from the Conjuration or Manipulation category...'
'So exaggerated and over-the-top. No wonder the Old Master couldn't handle it.'
'I wonder how things are going over there...'
"Hehe... Brother Sean, after you."
"Need a massage?"
"Grandpa is free tonight, at your beck and call."
After Tsubone left, Maha instantly seemed like a different person. Humble... terrifyingly so.
'One "Brother Sean" lasts a lifetime, huh? To avoid being hit with "Edo Tensei," the old man is really throwing his dignity away.'
Sean felt a chill, goosebumps rising all over his skin. He pushed him aside.
"My dear Grandpa, I really can't accept you calling me 'Brother Sean'."
"One lifetime doesn't ask about the second. Whether you want to live one lifetime or two... we'll see based on your future performance."
"As for tonight... I'd rather not see you."
With a shift of his feet, Sean used "Dark Step" and vanished from Maha's sight.
"Stubborn, isn't he? Brat." Maha cursed with a laugh, and without looking back, he swung his hand and slapped Zeno hard.
"Grandfather, just because you're in a mood, you don't have to take it all out on me." His white hair drifting, Zeno walked to Maha's side, hands behind his back, and said faintly, "I learned a new term from the internet recently. It's called 'simp.' A simp simps, and in the end, gets nothing."
"It seems just shamelessly sucking up to this kid isn't working."
"You've got a smart mouth?" One slap apparently wasn't enough. Maha clenched his fist, glaring dangerously at Zeno. "Who do you think this old man is doing this for?"
"Isn't it for you unfilial brats?"
"If you weren't all so weak, would that kid drag me out to desecrate my corpse in the future?"
'How can you be so certain about that?!'
Zeno was speechless. "Grandfather, you're being a little too prepared for a rainy day."
"'Edo Tensei' is just a fantasy of that kid's. I don't believe he could actually use it."
'The stronger the power, the greater the restrictions. A bug-like secret technique such as "resurrection"... let alone Zeno, even the strongest human alive today—Netero—has probably never seen it.'
However, whether it was the Zoldyck family's yet-unborn wish-granter... or Jed from the movie who would be resurrected by resentment in the future... both would metaphorically slap Zeno in the face.
As for now... "You better pray that kid Sean really can use 'Edo Tensei'." Maha's expression was unusually grave as he looked at Zeno. "Because... your father needs it!"
Zeno's pupils shrank. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But Maha didn't give him the chance, leaving him with one sentence—
"You reflect on how to get along with Sean! You don't even dare to see him, you coward!"
In an instant, he disappeared from Zeno's sight.
Zeno: "..."
Watching the direction he left, Zeno fell into deep thought.
Not until a large hand gently patted his shoulder did he snap out of it. He looked at Silva and said, "Squat."
"I won't." Silva walked straight past Zeno, his voice cold. "Don't be childish, Father."
"This isn't my childhood. I'm not afraid of you!"
"Is that so? Dragon Head!" 'This is outrageous! The old and the young both say I'm weak!'
'Do they really think the "One Kill a Day, Active for Life" written on my chest is just for decoration?'
Boom! That day, the Zoldyck estate was in chaos.
When Sean finally saw Silva, the current head of the Zoldyck family looked awful. Even the way he looked at Sean was wrong.
He was clearly much gloomier than usual.
"Ahem... Is something wrong, Tō-san?" Gotoh was standing behind Sean.
He had already learned from Gotoh that Silva was looking for him.
"Are you busy?" Silva sneered. "Can't I look for you if there's nothing wrong?"
'Something's off... Tō-san seems to be holding in a blaze of anger.'
Having lived two lives, Sean was all too familiar with this passive-aggressive tone. He gave a dry laugh and waited for Silva to continue.
"Hmph!" 'Sly kid. If he doesn't respond, how can I beat him up?'
Silva snorted, pulled a bell from his pocket, and said flatly, "You wanted to train on your own. I agreed."
"A month has passed. I'm very curious to see what results you've achieved, Sean!"
'Are you sure you're not just looking for an excuse to beat me?' Sean glanced at the bell, feeling it looked familiar.
Sure enough, Silva toyed with the bell and said faintly, "I read your Pot Shadow Ninja."
"That Kakashi in it... his first test for Team 7 was to snatch the bells."
"A good moral. Unity can overcome anything."
"So..." Silva grinned, a creepy smile. "Why don't we, father and son, 'unite' a little?"
'Unite? Subarashii. Gained a loyal fan today... too bad he's an anti-fan!'
Sean's eye twitched. He took a deep breath and said, "Can I interpret this as a test?"
"Of course!" The bell made a clear ringing sound, exactly like a deadly reaper's song.
At this inopportune moment, a certain bratty brother pushed the door open, stuck his neck out at Silva, and said, "I want to participate too!"
"You?" Silva turned his head to look at Illumi. 'It's good for a child to have courage, but...' "You don't have the qualifications right now, Illumi."
"I do!" Illumi glanced at Sean and stepped forward. "I won't be worse than anyone!"
"Then prove it to me." Silva threw a punch, fast as lightning.
The bratty brother, who had just been kicked by Sean not long ago, was sent flying again.
It seemed only fainting could interrupt his stubbornness.
Swoosh! Glass shattered. Silva retracted his hand, his furrowed brow relaxing slightly. He felt better.
He tossed Sean a sentence and vanished from the training room.
"You have one month to prepare. If you can't get the bell, your privilege to train alone will be revoked!"
'One month, huh?'
"Thank you, Tō-san, for giving me time." Sean smiled, his eyes narrowing.
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