Everyone knows that the strongest human is Netero.
He took over as the Hunter Association President, founded the "Shingen-ryu," and established the "Zodiac Twelve" as sparring partners, tying his high braided hair behind his head and having no familial ties.
However, few people know that a young Netero was a very pure person, spending his life in pursuit of the utmost in martial arts.
At 46, when he felt his body and mind had reached the limits of human potential, he began to feel an indescribable gratitude towards martial arts, training on the mountain with ten thousand grateful Straight Fist Thrusts a day.
From clasping hands in prayer to opening the guard and punching...
The initial ten thousand punches consumed eighteen hours, then sixteen, fourteen, ten, nine...
Until the age of fifty, the time was shortened to just one hour.
Netero chose to come down the mountain, using a punching speed surpassing the speed of sound to conquer the dojo master, who was deeply moved, knelt, and reverently handed him the signboard.
This statement, "Be forever grateful to the martial arts that nurtured you and repay it to your utmost ability," became the core creed for generations of "Shingen-ryu" students.
Like "Cheng-Zhu" to "Natural Sciences," "Wang Yangming" to "Heart Learning"... it holds incomparable significance.
Biscuit remembers clearly how, in her childhood, Netero often patted her head, teaching her... when encountering unpleasant things, don't always think of solving them with violence, instead use your heart to feel and understand, see problems from a different angle, and perhaps you'll realize that the so-called "unpleasantness" was just your own immaturity at that time...
"Bang bang bang..." The battle on the arena began to rage, the "Nen" stirred, swaying the air bangs in front of the "girl's" forehead... Biscuit stared blankly at Roy, seeming to forget that her disciple was still fighting on stage, his reflection entirely captured in her beautiful eyes.
"Who told you that?"
"Is it really important?"
"Extremely important!" Biscuit leaned forward, more serious than ever.
Roy moved in so close he could smell the scent of her bath lotion, answering truthfully: "No one."
"Oh—" Biscuit leaned back slightly... Roy gently stroked his staff, speaking in a deep voice: "I've recently been practicing swordplay too, slashing thirty thousand times a day, and I've just had a small epiphany..."
Small? Biscuit's ponytail perked up with a "ting~," tugging on Roy's collar and pressing her forehead against his, yelling: "What do you take 'Shingen-ryu' for?!"
"Keep talking, and I'll beat you!"
'Didn't you ask?' Roy glanced aside, restraining the eager Wing, leaning back arrogantly in his chair, nodding toward the arena: "You should worry about your precious disciple first."
The clash of "Nen" reached its peak, and Wing, who had been holding the upper hand, was distracted by the noise from below the stage, taking a kick from Morris, but fortunately managed to block it with an arm, avoiding a critical hit.
"Youngster, getting distracted now, who do you think you're underestimating?" Morris retracted his whipleg, his attack not ceasing, advancing on Wing again, intent on seizing his life amidst his "illness!"
The kid utilized some unknown method, his strength appearing minimal but his blows hurt like hell... Morris did not want to, nor was willing to, give Wing another chance, rushing at him, waist-level, and suddenly extending his arm like two soft whips, wrapping around Wing's waist!
"Here it comes! Rubber Man Morris's specialty, Rubber Inverted Pulling Onion!"
The announcer shouted excitedly into the microphone, the audience erupted into thundering roars, Biscuit let go of Roy, and the two of them looked at the arena, silently covering their eyes with a thin layer of Nen, using "Gyo"....
The "Transmutation" type is famous for changing the "nature" and "form" of "Sense," mostly exhibiting "soft" and "plastic" properties.
Like Sisko... "Bungee Gum," which can stretch "Sense,"
This Morris uses the same technique, mimicking "rubber" by shaping the "Sense's" softness, transforming into "Rubber Man"!
"Whoosh~" The slippery "Nen" arm quickly wrapped around, Wing regretted his distraction, hastily using "Ten" to protect his waist to prevent rib fractures, then... reached out with both hands, grabbing onto the "arm," starting to wrestle with Morris!
"The Enhancement type" differs from "Transmutation" which focuses on the "nature and form" of "Nen," instead focusing on utilizing "Nen" to enhance one's self, pursuing the maximization of "body" strength and "power."
For example, Uvogin... ignoring bullets, charging with an RPG, one Super Destruction Fist blasting through the surface, mastering the way of "bringing all great powers unto oneself."
"Next comes the stage of weighing each other's "Ren," whoever has the stronger "Ren" will win..."
An experienced Nen user sat next to Roy and Biscuit in the back row, also covering his eyes with "Nen," commenting aloud... Wing glanced back at him, his gaze flinching, whispering to Roy: "It's that 'Divine Spear' Guy."
No one who makes it to the 200th floor is a fool; gathering intelligence on opponents in advance is a must-course for every seasoned Nen user to stand firm in the Heavens Arena.
Roy nodded, indicating he understood, glancing sideways at Biscuit... the old woman started swinging her two short legs again, showing no worry about Wing, even... mockingly saying to him: "Young one, not learning good things, starting to lie like others, watch out, I'll tell your parents."
Practicing a sword, my foot!
Almost got fooled by this kid!
The Zoldyck Family doesn't use swords... connecting to the "that bit" relationship between Netero and the Zoldyck Family...
Biscuit had no difficulty guessing that it must have been Zeno or that Zoldyck Family member who told Roy the secret of Shingen-ryu.
Besides... never seen a swordsman using a staff blade as a sword?
'Only this brat could be such a trickster....'
Biscuit glanced at the staff seized by Roy, a completely ordinary hiking stick, showing nothing special.
On the contrary, held in Roy's hand, it seemed somewhat antiquated, evoking thoughts of those elderly nearing the end, forced to rely on a cane to stand.....
"Hah—"
The match reached its critical juncture, Morris's sneak attack failing, unable to swiftly finish Wing, thus... facing the "Enhancement" type skilled in power, seeing the inevitable defeat, unsurprisingly, Wing exhaled and shouted, hurling Morris along with his "Nen" arm away!
"Bang——"
The quarantine zone outside the arena was instantly crushed into a small pit, Morris stuck out his tongue, immediately passing out...
The battle concluded, the scene erupted into one booming roar, tens of thousands chanting "Wing"....
Biscuit, as the master, proudly watched,
The young man drew the staff blade, its blade wrapped in dark flame patterns, reflecting the dome light, blinding the eyes.
"It's my turn."
Biscuit: "?"