Chapter 155 You're Really a Bad Old Man

Netero's understanding of Moses comes from both Cheadle and Biscuit.

Lineage, life experiences, and secrets.

Even the Post-Mortem Nen that may involve 'calamity-level'.

In fact, in Netero's eyes, these things were not as crucial as one's 'personal qualities'.

Just like Moses's reaction just now.

It is inevitable to be surprised because their secret is revealed.

But in just an instant, the shocked young man quickly guessed that it was Cheadle who told him the so-called secret, and then calmed down.

The reason is simple.

The young man trusts Cheadle's approach and judgment, that's all.

The corners of Netero's mouth formed a slight smile.

Just like him, doesn't he also trust Cheadle and Biscuit's evaluation and opinions about Moses?

So even though Netero has not been in contact with Moses for a long time, Netero had gained a relatively deep understanding of him through Cheadle and Biscuit.

'This is a rare junior.'

'Exceptionally talented, with excellent character.'

After a brief silence, Moses exhaled slightly and asked, "Has Cheadle said everything?"

"Hmm."

Netero stroked his beard, not answering directly but instead asking: "Young man, do you care about this kind of thing?"

"…"

Moses fell silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "On the contrary, you haven't answered my question yet."

"She told me everything, under my 'pressing questioning', hahaha."

Netero stared at Moses with great interest.

"Is that so…"

Moses thought for a moment and said calmly: "It was actually Cheadle's suggestion to cover up the secret. At first, I didn't fully understand the reasons, but I can comprehend her actions now."

"Oh?"

Netero raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: " Not fully understanding the reasons, yet being able to comprehend the actions..."

"Yes."

Moses looked directly into Netero's eyes and said calmly: "Regardless of whether Cheadle's actions were right or wrong, her intentions were only to protect me, nothing more."

"Hmm…"

Netero nodded slightly and then asked seriously: "So, should I call you Kester now, or another name?"

"Moses Isaac."

Facing Netero's roundabout question, Moses gave his real name without hesitation.

Moreover, he felt that this old man definitely knew his name, but insisted on asking as if he didn't.

"Isaac, huh…"

Netero said thoughtfully: "Perhaps, there's a bit of a connection between my family and yours."

"Huh?"

Moses looked at Netero in confusion.

Netero chuckled and said: "My full name is... Isaac Netero, and my first name is the same as your surname."

"It's probably just a coincidence."

Moses shook his head.

In this vast world, having individuals with the same name and surname was a normal phenomenon.

"Let's consider it a coincidence, then."

Netero said nonchalantly.

Moses raised an eyebrow at this.

At first, he thought it was just a coincidence, but he was curious why Netero would say such a thing.

According to normal development, Netero will tell the reason in order to refute his statement.

But Netero didn't follow the script and directly agreed with his statement.

This actually heightened his curiosity.

"It might not be just a coincidence."

Moses stared directly at Netero.

However, after Netero aroused Moses's curiosity, he simply changed the subject and pointed at the teacup and reminded: "The tea is getting cold."

"…"

Moses sighed softly in his heart.

'This old man…'

Shaking his head slightly, Moses picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

Netero stroked his beard and has a playful smile on his face.

His first name, Moses's surname.

There indeed existed some connection between the two.

But it has nothing to do with bloodline…

It is a master-disciple inheritance.

In ancient times, disciples would sometimes change their surnames out of extreme worship. This practice was very common in that era.

For Netero, this matter was best left unsaid, as saying it out loud might sound like boasting.

"Moses, Biscuit holds you in high regard."

Netero suddenly brought up another topic.

Moses's hand holding the tea cup paused slightly, and then he Netero continued: " Biscuit mentioned that, with your talent, you'll be able to defeat me in just ten years."

"Cough, cough cough…"

Hearing this, Moses almost choked to death on his tea.

Netero calmly raised the tea cup, taking a leisurely sip of tea.

Once Moses recovers and considered explaining, Netero put down the tea cup, picked his ears with his little finger, and said seriously: "I suddenly remembered that Biscuit never said such a thing."

"…"

Moses opened his mouth, then fell silent.

'Next time, I will never agree to this old man's "chat" invitation.'

Netero looked at Moses, who was silent, and continued, "But Biscuit did say, 'Among the people she has met, you have the most terrifying talent and are also the most diligent', so I think that there is a certain possibility in what I just said."

"…"

Moses lowered his eyelids, not willing to respond.

He did not expect that Biscuit would communicate with Netero, let alone that she thinks so highly of himself.

'No…'

'It was probably not Biscuit who took the initiative to tell Netero, but Netero who took the initiative to find Biscuit to find out, right?'

'The question is... what does this old man want?'

Seeing Moses's determined silence, Netero decided to be straightforward.

"Since we still have some time, do you want to 'play' a ball with me?"

"…"

Moses looked at Netero with a slightly strange expression.

'Play a ball?'

'Are you sure it's playing a ball?'

'It seems more like you want to play me!'

'It turns out that you, the bad old man, have long developed the habit of using playing a ball as an excuse to play with your juniors!'

'You're so bad!'

"It's not impossible, but I think…"

Moses put down the teacup and, under Netero's gaze, said slowly: "How about doing it 'ten years' later?"

"Hoho."

Netero laughed when he heard this.

For the remaining time, Netero stopped causing trouble and chatted with Moses as usual.

They discussed the death aura shrouding the temple, the principles of Swamp Man Ability, and some interesting techniques in combat.

Time passes slowly like this.

The old man and the young man gradually learned something about each other through the conversation.

"Now that we have some free time, let's 'play' a ball with the old man."

"?"

Moses was slightly startled by the sudden suggestion interspersed in their conversation.

'I already wondered why you, the bad old man, suddenly become normal?'

'Am I going to be 'played' by this old man, or rather, am I going to 'play' a ball with this old man?'

Moses hesitated.

He liked evenly matched battles and didn't mind being in a weaker position during fights.

But he doesn't like to be played with.

'Hmm!?'

Just when Moses was hesitant to agree, an ominous aura suddenly descended from above.

Moses, who was very sensitive to such aura, reflexively looked towards the ceiling, and a hint of shock appeared in his eyes.

Netero also looked in the same direction, furrowing his brow.

At this moment.

At the sky above Swardani City.

An eye carrying a majestic aura streaked towards Swardani City like a meteor.

On the streets, in cars, inside buildings.

Most people were unaware of the impending disaster looming overhead.