This made Mondale's body temperature return to normal.
Immediately after, Oboro opened the system again. As expected, the originally gray and silent panel lit up again.
"I'll go find the old man first..."
Oboro smiled.
Netero still owed him a request for the Aldama matter.
...
A few days later, Oboro, who had changed into a black suit and looked to be in good spirits, appeared at the entrance of the Association headquarters.
Some Hunters who were going in and out saw him, and whispered to each other, discussing him in low voices...
Oboro had already become famous in the Association... At least everyone knew him, and had heard some things about him.
What made others curious was that it was rumored that Oboro had been crippled due to a mission entrusted by the Association... But now, it didn't seem to be the case at all.
"Congratulations..."
Oboro was just about to walk into the building when he saw a familiar face coming toward him. It wasn't clear whether this person was intentionally waiting for him here, or if it was really just a coincidence.
Pariston Hill.
Pariston had a beaming smile on his face, "I really didn't expect that you could recover... When I saw you injured back then, I thought..."
Before he could finish speaking, Oboro directly ignored him, and walked past.
He didn't even want to listen...
It was probably because he was so seriously injured that Pariston had lost 'interest'. Otherwise, this guy might have done some 'small tricks'.
Oboro was very sure that this guy was paying attention to him.
He was ignored once again...
Pariston's smile didn't change.
He watched Oboro's figure enter the building.
Ten minutes later, Oboro arrived in front of Chairman Netero's office, and knocked.
Biscuit Krueger wasn't in the Association right now...
"Come in." The old man's voice sounded from inside the room.
Oboro pushed the door open and entered.
At first glance, he saw the old man standing on a yoga mat, doing health exercises. They were the kind of poses that were quite difficult.
The TV hanging on the wall was playing a video of a beautiful yoga teacher giving instructions.
Oboro unceremoniously picked up the remote control on the table, and turned off the TV.
"Ho ho ho... Little guy, you're so serious. You've recovered as you wished... Shouldn't you be happier?" Netero wasn't angry, and continued his movements to stretch his muscles and bones.
"Back then, besides promising to make me stronger, you said you'd also fulfill a small request of mine, the kind that wasn't too excessive. Remember?"
Netero nodded, and said with a chuckle, "Using external aura to nourish flesh and blood. Since you understand it, there's no need for me to teach you..."
"I want you to be my sparring partner."
Oboro said directly.
"As expected, you can't go three sentences without mentioning strength... For you, strength is everything, huh... It's good to be young, full of vigor!"
Netero seemed to have finally finished a whole set of yoga. He let out a breath of stale air, and slowly stood up.
He wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and said with a calm and composed expression, "How long?"
"Half a year."
"Three months." The old man directly cut it in half.
"Okay."
Oboro didn't hesitate.
He could tell that Netero seemed to have guessed that he would come, and had also anticipated his intentions.
"It's rare that your awareness has increased... You wanted to avoid me before. For these three months, you have to be prepared. It's been a long time since I've trained a junior. I might not know how to hold back." Netero smiled.
He was just going to be played with... He accepted it!
Oboro looked at the mischievous look on the old man's face, and felt certain in his heart.
Bang!
The next day, a huge crash sounded in a mountain range, and dust flew up.
Countless startled birds scattered in all directions.
Oboro flew out like a bullet, kicked away by Netero.
His body crashed through tree trunks one after another, and his momentum didn't diminish.
What was terrifying was that he, whose body was unbalanced in mid-air, easily controlled his limbs. In the middle of his flight, he twisted his waist forcefully. Just as he was about to crash into another tree, his feet suddenly stepped on the tree trunk.
Then, he leaped with force, and flew toward his opponent like a cannonball.
Moreover, his figure constantly moved back and forth in the forest, leaving behind streaks of imaginary lines, making it difficult for people to figure out his location.
Netero's pupils were constantly turning.
He was judging Oboro's attack route.
The old man was very surprised... Compared to the sparring match with Oboro during the Hunter Exam, Oboro's transformation this time even exceeded his expectations!
Even though his body hadn't recovered to its full strength, the intensity of his Nen had taken a big step forward. This caused Oboro's attack and defense to be higher than before.
What was obvious was that his combat power had soared!
"Your physical quality and talent are really frightening... Your potential in Nen is okay, but based on your understanding of Nen, including your temperament... This little shortcoming doesn't matter."
Netero said with a smile.
His words were light, but his eyes were very serious.
As soon as he finished speaking, his hair and breath were suddenly blown up by a strong wind. A Nen aura that made his skin faintly tingle rushed close like lightning.
Not much aura... But the quality was different from before.
It originated from Oboro's heart.
Pa pa pa pa...
Netero immediately took action. The two exchanged blows with their fists and feet countless times in just one breath.
Boom!
Then, as expected, Oboro was once again sent flying by a punch, and his body rolled out.
Netero resolved the attack, distanced himself, stepped and bounced in place, put on a stance for his fist technique, and looked at Oboro, who had landed, and whose body temperature was very high and whose face was flushed. He smiled and said, "This so-called breathing technique of yours... Is very magical. It can forcefully stimulate your internal organs, and even amplify your senses... But given your current physical condition, it's better to use it less."
"There's more than one way to breathe. Different rhythms and rhymes of breathing have different effects on the body... I'm using you right now to, on the one hand, increase my adaptation time to breathing techniques, and on the other hand, to use this method to stimulate my flesh and blood, allowing my body to break through to a stronger state than before." Oboro shook his sore and swollen arms, moved his muscles and bones, and explained.
"Not only that... You also seem to be using some new martial arts techniques. You want to use me to polish every part of your body, so that your flesh and blood are connected into a whole, right?"
Netero chuckled, "The movements of the martial arts techniques are relatively unfamiliar. Did you learn them recently? Did you create them yourself?"
"Secret!"
Oboro returned a smile.
In that instant, he disappeared from the spot.
The last time he fought with Netero, Oboro realized his shortcomings. His martial arts techniques, such as the diamond Finger, only trained his hands. The other techniques only tempered single parts of his body.
And Iron Shirt, on the other hand, only tempered the surface of his skin. It relied more on his blood and energy to resist.
Wanting to be on par with Netero was a pipe dream, but there was still hope of growing to the level of Biscuit...
The first thing he needed to do was to improve the strength of his external bones, muscles, and flesh as a whole, and increase it to an extremely high level. Then, it was his internal organs... Yes, organs also needed to be tempered. This relied on breathing techniques.
When both his external and internal had been baptized, Oboro wasn't sure if he could surpass Biscuit, but at least he wouldn't be too far off. He would be at the same level.
Bang bang bang!
Soon, the battle started again.
Looking down from the sky, the mountainous terrain where the two were fighting was affected...
But Oboro was always the one who was forced back or sent flying by the old man. Every time he was attacked, he could adjust in the blink of an eye, and continue his attack.
Time slowly passed. The sun rose and set, and day and night alternated.
This opportunity to have one of the strongest Nen users in the Hunter world as his sparring partner wasn't something that everyone could have.
In this high-intensity battle, the improvement that Oboro obtained was naturally also very rapid.
At first, because he couldn't maintain the breathing technique for a long time, he only sparred with the old man for a few minutes each day before he gave out. The rest of the time was almost one-sided abuse... Then, it was training the basics of Nen, Ren.
He used the conversion of pure natural energy to nourish his tired body, and replenish his aura.
However, the progress was very slow if he only did this.
Because this was something that couldn't be rushed. Originally, according to Netero's intentions, if Oboro didn't go to the Zoldyck Family, it would take at least a few years to recover using this method.
These days were repetitive and extremely boring.
Netero didn't care.
He temporarily handed over the affairs of the Association to his subordinates, and occasionally had a phone call to learn about the situation.
Unless something major happened, the old man was too lazy to care.
With him not around, there would definitely be some restless people who were eager to make trouble, but Netero was happy to see some 'internal strife'. That's what made it interesting...
The rest of the time, of course, was spent teasing his 'new toy'.
There weren't many juniors who were willing to spend time accompanying the elderly these days...
Especially a little fox like Oboro. It was rare to have this opportunity to train him.
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