"Next time we meet, I'll absolutely crush you!"
Phinks gritted his teeth, then turned and walked off the stage without another glance at Wing.
He wouldn't lose his temper here; it would only make him a laughingstock.
It was a fact that he was inferior to the other party.
Whether in following the rules of the match or in recognizing the gap between himself and Wing, he understood.
Even putting aside the scoring system, he was indeed inferior to the other party.
Rather than raging helplessly here, which would only make him look even more embarrassed, it would be better to become stronger, improve his skills, and then come back to fight back!
When that happened, he would definitely knock this four-eyed guy to the ground!
And then say to him: "Thank you for the match!"
"That guy... He was actually able to control his temper."
Biscuit in the audience looked on in amazement. Even she felt that with that guy called Phinks' personality, he'd do something like flipping the table.
But he managed to endure it. Such self-control and composure are truly remarkable.
"Although at first glance, he looks like an Enhancer type, it's rare to see such rational behavior."
She offered a somewhat passable assessment.
"But to be able to open the aura nodes and learn Nen at this age is practically impossible without someone teaching him..."
Thinking of this, she glanced at Luke beside her.
And if she wasn't mistaken…
That short kid Feitan from earlier, as well as the big dumb-looking guy called Uvogin… they were probably all together.
Although young, they carried a distinct air of savagery and recklessness.
A state of being unrestrained, acting without care.
Biscuit had seen this type of person before.
Those with such traits usually came from the same place.
That place was…
"Meteor City, huh?"
She gave a slight shake to the twin pigtails on her head.
Not only those three guys, but even Luke beside her and the young man with the sword behind him, they must also be from that place, right?
But…
"This guy's characteristics aren't that strong..."
A hint of doubt flashed in Biscuit's eyes.
Uvogin, Feitan, Phinks, and the young man with the sword, all four of them, made Biscuit sense the distinct characteristics of Meteor City.
Luke, on the other hand, showed very little of this characteristic.
It was as if he wasn't originally from that place.
For this to happen, either Luke himself wasn't from Meteor City or...
But seeing how the other four regarded Luke as a companion, with not the slightest objection, Biscuit felt this possibility could likely be ruled out.
Then the only thing left was…
"He's also very skilled at disguising and deceiving, giving people a false impression..."
Biscuit's eyes narrowed slightly.
But after glancing at Luke, she shook her head slightly.
As a veteran in the art of deception, she possessed a profound skill in this area.
She could tell at a glance whether someone was lying.
Even when facing Hisoka, shirtless, handsome, and making her blush as she admired him, she was still able to pass information to Gon and Killua that he was lying.
It could be said that she was very confident in this area.
And what Luke had just shown...
Biscuit felt that he truly wasn't pretending.
"That's interesting..."
A hint of interest flickered in Biscuit's eyes.
He wasn't from Meteor City, yet he seemed to have come from there.
And yet he had so many people from Meteor City so convinced and following him.
And most importantly, he actually had a certain understanding of her, knowing her situation.
Biscuit could guarantee that she had only recently become like this.
Even some familiar professional hunters didn't know her situation yet.
And then, this sudden appearance of a young man exposed her.
"You were also mentoring that person named Wing, weren't you?"
Luke ignored Biscuit's assessment of Phinks and instead inquired about the matter.
"Yes, he's my apprentice."
After being recognized, the veteran driver frankly acknowledged her status as Wing's master.
"I'm currently teaching him, training him in Nen."
"Is that so?"
Luke pondered.
"What? Do you have any other opinions?"
Seeing Luke's expression, Biscuit asked in turn.
"..."
Luke gently stroked his chin.
"What do you think of Phinks?"
"I don't know much about his character, but judging solely by his combat abilities..."
Biscuit pondered for a moment and offered a professional verdict: "He's a very promising guy and not just this fierce, browless fellow, but also that Uvogin and Feitan from before."
"If these two are properly coached and guided, they will definitely become icons of their respective types."
"If I'm not mistaken, Uvogin and Feitan should be an Enhancer type and Transmuter type, respectively."
But then she frowned.
"Why are you asking me this?!"
As a seasoned driver, Biscuit was wary of this.
"You don't want me to instruct and teach them, do you?"
Biscuit spoke up first, shutting down the possibility: "Although, in my eyes, they do have excellent potential, and with proper polishing could become fine works… that doesn't mean I'll take on just any shining stone I see."
"A gem that sparkles with clear brilliance and one that glimmers with a murky black shine, those are two entirely different things!"
Even in teaching, she had her own principles.
And Biscuit naturally wasn't fond of reckless, unruly types like Uvogin and Phinks.
"You're overthinking it."
Luke interrupted his warning: "Those guys aren't the type to want anyone's guidance."
Well, Uvogin and Phinks aren't the kind of people who appreciate strict rules and regulations.
Only Luke can convince them.
They won't accept anyone else, even if it's to guide them in their Nen training.
And especially not someone as old and experienced as Biscuit…
"I have a feeling you're thinking something rude."
Biscuit stared at Luke, her tone oddly sharp.
This woman's intuition is truly remarkable.
"No."
Luke shook her head, then slowly stood up under Biscuit's slightly surprised gaze.
"We still need to find our companions, so we won't trouble you any longer, senior Biscuit."
After exchanging these polite words, Luke left with Nobunaga, who had been quietly observing without saying much.
"He actually just left like that?!"
Biscuit watched Luke's figure gradually disappear into the crowd, a light flashing through her eyes.
"Though it seemed like a chance encounter here in Heavens Arena, it's entirely possible he used some strange ability, like his invention, to track me down."
"And he seems to know me well. There's a high chance he's here for me."
"To be precise, he should be here for my guidance and teaching..."
Luke and the others came to the Heavens Arena, perhaps, as he himself said, for experience and money.
After all, the fighting style of those guys named Feitan, Uvogin, and Phinks was crude.
It looked like a street thug's style, relying entirely on sheer brute force.
And on top of that, after opening their aura nodes and learning Nen, they were just pushing through with reinforced power.
They hadn't at all mastered the essence of Nen or made full use of their natural physical advantages.
In Biscuit's eyes, such a fighting style couldn't be any rougher.
Of course, she was already used to it.
There were too many such idiots in this world, or talented individuals who were drowned out by a lack of guidance.
She generally watched calmly and coldly from the sidelines.
Unless… they were truly dazzling gems, so dazzling that she couldn't easily look away.
Otherwise, Biscuit wouldn't arbitrarily interfere with others' fates.
And Luke's companions... They really seemed like the type of people who needed someone to interfere in their fate.
Biscuit wasn't being boastful.
She could swear with a clear conscience that when it came to teaching others, she was absolutely first-rate.
Luke and his companions, if they could receive her guidance, could definitely reach even greater heights.
They had such potential.
Biscuit had her own judgment.
Furthermore, Biscuit could sense that after meeting her, Luke had indeed developed a strong desire.
But then, for some reason, it faded. At first, Biscuit thought Luke was just holding back and hiding, waiting for her next move.
But seeing how he walked away without hesitation, even quickening his pace, eager to leave...
"Is he doing this on purpose to get my attention?"
The experienced driver thought of the tactic of playing hard to get.
Well, this tactic is indeed used quite often when pursuing girls.
But it doesn't work very well on a girl like her…
"Hmm?!"
While Biscuit was pondering, her expression suddenly changed.
Swish!
She immediately raised her head and looked in the direction she had sensed something.
But all she saw ahead was a dense crowd of people, no one else.
Biscuit's brows gradually furrowed.
She could clearly sense that it wasn't an illusion.
Someone had definitely just done something toward her!
For no apparent reason, she thought of Luke and his group, who had just left.
"As expected of one of the world's top-class professional hunters..."
Hidden in the crowd, Luke lowered the strange camera he was holding.
"I've already talked to her so much, temporarily distracted her, and even used multiple mirrors' refraction to find the perfect angle to shoot her, but she still caught on."
Luke sighed inwardly.
He thought he had already been careful enough, even sending Nobunaga away to look for Uvogin and the others.
He was acting alone, yet Biscuit still managed to detect him.
From now on, when dealing with hunters of her caliber, he'd have to be even more cautious.
"Of course, I've achieved my goal."
Luke gazed at the peculiar camera in his hand, a satisfied smile finally forming on his lips.
Without a doubt, Biscuit was an extremely competent and very suitable teacher.
But for Luke and his group right now, her role would only extend to teaching.
Biscuit's personality was indeed somewhat incompatible with Uvogin and the others.
So, if Biscuit were to teach them, it was likely that they would end up clashing and parting on bad terms.
But Luke also truly envied Biscuit's teaching abilities.
He and others were precisely lacking such an experienced and insightful teacher.
Well, simply needing guidance was enough.
And so…
"It's exactly what we need!"
Luke smiled as he gazed at the peculiarly shaped camera in his hands.
"The Whole Copy Camera."
It was a handheld camera with a yellow and green frame and a blue lens.
Invention: Whole Copy Camera.
Origin: Doraemon World — Future Tech Company.
Function: This video camera can create a miniature of real things by recording them. Point this camera at an object for a few moments. After that, the object will be formed into a real miniature that can move.
In Doraemon, Nobita uses this Whole Copy Camera to photograph an excavator, a passenger plane, a washing machine, and more.
The resulting miniature models are nearly 1:1 replicas, and even those that are incomplete still function exactly like the originals.
Of course, if this were the only function, it would probably only be effective in micro-carving and miniature models.
It's more like a household toy for children.
But…
This Whole Copy Camera has an additional, quite amazing function.
That's...
Bang!
The back of the camera opened, and a small, glowing red ball popped out.
And when the ball exploded…
Ta-da-da!
A petite and adorable miniature figure made its grand entrance!
"The so-called Whole Copy..."
Luke gazed at the familiar figure emerging from the ball of light in his palm and smiled subtly.
"... Isn't limited to just objects!"
"...?"
In Luke's palm, the tiny and delicate mini Biscuit blinked her big eyes, shining like pools of autumn water, sparkling as she looked around at the surroundings.
Yes, it was a perfect, one-to-one replica of Biscuit, shrunk down to a miniature size!
The Whole Copy Camera can replicate not only objects, but even humans!
Just like in the original, Nobita wanted to use this Whole Copy Camera to take a picture of Shizuka to help him do his homework, but he accidentally snapped a shot of Dekisugi instead, and a miniaturized copy of him popped out.
The mini copy not only had a shrunken body, but its consciousness was weakened as well.
It was truly like a living toy model.
And yet, it caused no effect on the original body.
The only benefit was that the mini copy could inherit the intellect and wisdom of the original.