Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"Um...would this count as proof?"

With a sigh, Bolt slowly pulled a silver melodica with a creamy yellow pearwood mouthpiece from his pocket.

Then, under Roy's suspicious gaze, he placed the harmonica to his lips, took a deep breath, and began to play.

Buzz.....Whoosh.....Buzz....Whoosh.....Buzz.....Whoosh.....Buzz.........

An unknown melody emanated from the mouthpiece of the melodica, echoing in circles throughout the second deck.

Naturally, Roy heard it too.

This is indeed a song I've heard before; the tone is similar, the melody is similar, and the rhythm is similar, only the person is different.

No, that's not right, people are like that too.....

His body language and behavioral logic are basically the same as those of the Mediterranean poet he only met twice.

The only difference is the face.

Thinking of this, Roy once again focused his gaze on Bolt's unfamiliar young face, trying to find some trace of the bard from before.

"No, your face doesn't resemble it at all, but your rhythm and this instrument are definitely ones I've seen and heard before."

"What's wrong with you?"

This time, Roy did not deny Bolt's identity, but simply asked him why he had become like this.

"Do you know how to pronounce it?"

Bolt put away his harmonica and asked a calm question.

"I know, you're not going to tell me that your face-changing skill is related to Nen, are you?"

"If that's the case, then it makes sense."

Bolt didn't answer, he just smiled.

A familiar smile appeared on that unfamiliar face—a smile as gentle as a spring breeze.

"It really is you."

Only now did Roy confirm the other person's identity.

"What are you doing here?"

Then Roy asked another question.

Bolt turned to look at Fica, pointing to himself and Fica:

"I was helping him save that girl. She was seriously injured, and if she didn't get treatment soon, she might die."

"Yes, boss, Bolt is helping me save her. Without him, I wouldn't have been able to develop Nen and save her."

Fica chimed in at just the right moment.

"Open your mind?!"

Roy exclaimed in surprise:

"You've started reciting?"

"Yeah, boss, I opened it."

Fika didn't turn around; his eyes remained fixed on the Kurta girl, not daring to relax for a moment.

"You're lucky..."

After carefully examining Fica and finding no signs of injury or impending death, Roy sighed with slight relief.

He was genuinely relieved for Fica.

Based on his understanding of mindfulness, he knew that there were only two types of mindfulness.

The first method is the Hunter Association's orthodox method of activation:

Under the master's guidance, one first perceives the "qi" in the body through meditation and breathing, then uses willpower to control the flow of qi to gradually open the pores of the body, and finally uses "entanglement" to stabilize the qi flowing out of the pores around the body surface.

The second method is a heretical approach applicable to geniuses:

A person with strong Nen abilities can inject Nen into the recipient's body through their hair, filling the entire body and forcibly opening the pores, allowing the energy to flow out.

While the air is flowing out, the recipient must learn to stabilize it using "entanglement" before the air is completely lost.

Otherwise, one will die from exhaustion, which is a very dangerous way of opening one's mind.

Of these two methods of developing Nen, the former is safe and stable, has a solid foundation, and provides a deeper understanding of Nen, making it easier to develop Nen abilities later on.

However, it also has many drawbacks: it takes a long time, is slow to show results, and slow to grow—everything is slow.

The latter has equally obvious advantages and disadvantages. Its advantage is speed, extremely speed. It does not require any long cultivation. It can instantly open the mind and instantly learn "Entanglement", one of the four great practices. The whole thing emphasizes speed.

Its drawback is that it is extremely dangerous... If a person who has opened their mind cannot learn to "entwine" before their energy is completely lost, they will die from exhaustion of their life energy.

Both have their advantages and disadvantages, and neither is superior to the other; it all depends on the choice of the person making the decision.

Fika's choice was obvious: to achieve mindfulness in such a short time, there was only one possibility: he had used the forced mindfulness method.

Roy neither commented nor agreed with this approach to enlightenment.

But for him personally, he would absolutely not choose that.

He will not force himself to start thinking if there is a safe and reliable way to do so.

However, he only represents himself and cannot represent others.

Just as he couldn't make decisions for Fica, he didn't want Silva to make decisions for him, even if it was for his own good.

I'm sorry, Father, I just wanted to speak naturally.

Muttering something to himself, Roy turned his gaze back to Bolt:

"Are you a hunter?"

Bolt shook his head.

"Then how do you know how to read it?"

Roy glanced at Bolt with some suspicion, now wondering if he was involved in what was happening on the ship.

It was such a coincidence—there just happened to be a monster, and they just happened to all be Nen users...

What a coincidence! Nen users aren't like cabbages; you can't just come across them all the time.

"Does being able to recite something automatically make you a hunter in the Hunter Association? I don't believe the Zoldyck family is that shallow."

"After all, the Nen is an insurmountable barrier for ordinary people, but for the Zoldyck family, it's just a normal thing."

"Actually, what I find most strange is why you haven't started chanting yet?"

"As far as I know, the white hair of the Zoldyck family is a symbol of family inheritance."

"And you happen to have a head of pure white hair..."

He paused for a moment before continuing:

"As the next head of the Zoldyck clan, isn't it too lax to not even have mastered a word?"

"You know, Silva started learning at the age of six."

"Silva?!"

Upon hearing that familiar name again, Roy was momentarily stunned.

He never expected to hear his father's name under these circumstances and in this environment.

The shocking fact made him stare wide-eyed at Bolt and press for an answer:

"You know Silva Zoldyck? You know him, right?"

There was a certainty in Roy's questioning tone.

"Hehe... I wouldn't call it knowing each other, but he left me with a memorable mark."

As he spoke, Bolt pulled his shirt open slightly, revealing a knife cut that ran diagonally across his torso, from his left shoulder to his lower back, almost splitting his body in two.

"This is a gift from your father to me, and I will always remember it."

Snapped!

After Bolt finished speaking, he slowly closed his clothes, reverting to his calm and indifferent demeanor.

But he is different now from the eloquent Bolt of the past.

As expected... is it still different?

Two images of Bolt appeared in Roy's mind, and he kept oscillating between them, trying to completely distinguish who was who.

Unfortunately... both of them are him, yet neither of them are him.

"What are you thinking about?" Bolt's calm voice interrupted Roy's thoughts.

Subconsciously, Roy raised his eyes, his silver-gray eyes beginning to scrutinize Bor.

This time, he examined it carefully, not missing a single detail.

"Who exactly are you?" Roy tapped his knee with his right index finger.

"A bard? A kind-hearted citizen who rescued a girl in distress? Or something else?"