After finally mastering basic nen within the Shingen‑ryū dojo, I crafted my Hatsu: lucky-basterd (ゴドゥラン), a conjuration-type ability. The core concept: summon the ideal item for any given situation. Simple in concept, yet brutally difficult in execution, because of the stringent conditions:
Coin flip: A two-sided coin must be flipped before each summon. Only heads triggers a successful summoning: the exact ideal item appears. Tails means failure, and I still expend the exact Nen that would have been spent.
Five daily summons limit: Use all five in a single day → Nen shuts off for a full 24 hours. I become inert until that cooldown ends.
Items last exactly three hours, no more, no less.
And lastly, I can spend multiple summoning slots at once to enhance or reinforce a summoned item, like summoning a heavier-duty ship or higher-grade armor.
With these conditions, lucky-basterd is powerful, but punishing as it is base on luck. Every summon is a gamble and a resource choice. Failures shrink my Nen pool.
After formulating this Hatsu and confirming its mechanics via strict dojo oversight (the Sōke tested me repeatedly), I bowed deeply one final time, thanked all instructors, and formally resigned from the Shingen‑ryū dojo. Mentally, I felt purified, my training, taken in. Now, I was ready to test the world with Nen.
I chose my first grand stage: Heaven's Arena, Tenkū Tōgijō. The massive combat tower soared nearly 991 meters with 251 floors. On the lower floors, no Nen users appear; fighters use martial skill and physical innovation, but from the 200th floor onward, Nen emerges. The first 199 floors serve as both training ground and ranking realm, with wage for each fight.
Fighters may use any tactic except weapons (on lower floors). To climb floors, you must win consecutive bouts. Lose a fight within a ten-floor block (e.g., between floors 30–39), and you drop down by ten floors. I breezed through the first 199 floors. I did rely on Nen. I pocketed prize money, as i ready myself for Phase Two of my journey.
Finally came the 200th floor, the stage where Nen users begin appearing. I stepped into the ring, calm, collected, after i accept a fight form Gibo. My Nen aura pulsed faintly around me, trained to show only if necessary.
That day, the announcer called my name. Lights dimmed. Across the ring stood a man wrapped in mystery:
Known only as Gibo.
Lost both legs in his first Heaven's Arena match.
Wears a metal peg-leg prosthesis from the waist down.
He stands on a wooden cane; the metal leg gleams in the spotlight.
From waist to shoulders he dons a crimson robe and a conical hat.
Underneath that hat he wears a breathing mask.
His face has never been seen, as he has refused to remove his outfit.
I felt adrenaline and calm merge. This would be my debut with Nen, and with lucky-basterd.
Before the bell rang, we stood face-to-face. Silence except for faint crowd hum. I summoned focus, closed my eyes internally, and flipped my Goduran coin [author: i flipped a coin in real life].
Heads.
Perfect. The ideal item appeared: a power magnet, a Nen-infused gravity-based device, designed precisely to attract and trap metallic items with Nen conductivity.
The fight began with Gibo launching Battle Waltz: ten razor-sharp, Nen-enhanced spinning metal tops, each thrown in rapid succession. The crowd gasped as those tops outflew ordinary knives. I breathed deep, just a glance, and look at magnet, lieing on the floor.
One by one, the metal tops tore through midair, but as they entered the field of the magnet's aura, each slowed, wobbled, then reversed path and slammed with ferocious impact onto the magnet, threading themselves into it and clattering in a cacophonous ring of metal.
The crowd howled. Gibo staggered. I stayed calm. Then I kicked the magnet forward to include his metal peg leg. The gravity field pulled it, wrenching against his hip socket, he stumbled, arms flailing, cane clattering to the ground.
At that point Gibo was helpless: no stable base, half his lower body inconveniently adhered to invisible force. He lost control of his breathing through the mask. As I stepped forward, aura flaring only around my right fist.
I advanced with controlled steps, clenched Nen coalesced into my fist. Without a word, I punched him once in the jaw. The blow, covered in aura, pushed him over. His upper body arced off the ground. He crashed onto his back.
Silence gripped the tower.
Gibo lay unconscious, no aligned voice for surrender. Yet the blow was non-lethal and he remained mostly intact, I'd achieved an incapacitating knockout without killing him, my perfect victory.
A voice echoed in the arena: "Bob wins by knockout. Opponent did not admit defeat, but is unconscious. Victory accepted."
Spotlights turned back on. Gibo was carried out on a stretcher. The crowd roared. I exhaled extraordinarily calmly, lucky-basterd had worked perfectly.
I watched my coin float inert in a small Nen bubble before dissolving. That counted as the summoning slot used. Nen was still strong inside me, ready for future uses, but I had one less summon for the day.
I returned to the backstage room with my Nen aura retracted to invisible level. My clothes unscorched, body intact.
What went perfectly:
The coin flip worked on first try: halves chance. I got lucky and It paid off.
Magnet summoned was perfect match: intentional to capture spinning metal and prosthetic.
I feel like my nen ability is broken.
What could have gone wrong:
If the coin had come up tails: I'd have lost Nen before the fight began. Then I'd be helpless, couldn't summon shield, could get cut badly, before i was fast enoght to flip another coin.
So my fighting is luck based, and i SEE no way this can go wrong.
But everything aligned.
As i spent the rest of my day, training the advance nen teaching, as said in the book the dojo gave me.
Author: the comment that won was Goduran and i named it after you.