Time passes minute by minute.
With the decreasing temperature, the steep and rugged mountains echoed with a piercing wind like an ice blade.
In such harsh conditions, many examinees were discouraged.
Mainly because Harriman had set a six-hour time limit, which to a certain extent killed the determination of the vast majority of examinees to persist.
'Hmm… the conditions set at the last minute seem to be having a good effect.'
Harriman joined the ranks of climbers and, along the way, saw many examinees who had chosen to give up early.
In this way, he could easily weed out a large wave of people.
'There's no shame in retreating; just put in more effort next year.'
Watching the examinees who chose to turn back, Harriman yawned several times and then accelerated his climbing speed.
As an examiner, no matter what, he had to wait for the examinees to reach the finish line at the peak.
Forty minutes later.
Harriman arrived at the peak.
The icy mountain wind howled like a demon, and the seemingly flat ground was covered with thick snow.
The dark clouds in the sky are so close that they seem to be within reach.
A gust of faint snowflakes fell from the clouds, and as the mountain wind stirred it up, it formed clusters, exuding a chilling coldness that penetrated the lungs.
Then-
Upon arriving here, Harriman saw a scene that could be considered a wonder in such harsh conditions.
A young man wearing a black-collar coat stood amidst the ice and snow, the long sword in his hand slicing through the cold wind.
Beside the young man stood a girl in green clothes, who had actually set up a small pot on the peak at an altitude of six thousand meters.
Under the small pot, there was a pile of firewood burning as usual.
Not to mention why the girl had something like firewood in her backpack...
The ability to light a fire in this environment was obviously due to the Nen released from her palm.
One person trained with a sword in the cold wind, while the other made soup in the snowy ground.
Harriman couldn't help but fall silent.
'This is truly a sight to behold.'
He sighed inwardly, then walked over and, under Menchi's gaze, naturally sat down by the fire.
The warmth that hit his face made him let out a long sigh.
"Oh no, drowsiness is coming over me all of a sudden."
Feeling the warmth from the fire, Harriman yawned several times in succession, and his eyelids began to close.
Menchi frowned as she watched the examiner who seemed a bit out of place.
Although this guy had the special identity of an examiner, she still found him a bit distasteful.
Harriman pretended not to notice Menchi's seemingly impatient reaction. He yawned and looked at Moses, who was concentrating on wielding a sword.
'A very good Aura, exuding a compelling pressure.'
After carefully observing Moses's surging aura that enveloped him, Harriman smelled an unusual threat from it.
'When wielding the sword, his sharpness was revealed.'
'When he retracted the sword, there was silence.'
'And the Aura that was released to the maximum extent actually rose and fell with the movement of swinging and retracting the sword, just like breathing.'
'It's so sophisticated.'
'To have such accomplishments at this age, it must have been years of hard work and dedication.'
'I don't know how long I haven't seen such an outstanding young man...'
Harriman thought silently, and his evaluation of Moses rose steadily in his mind.
Moses, who was engaged in daily sword swing, naturally sensed Hariman's scrutinizing gaze.
However, he paid no attention to it and focused on swinging his sword.
Slash—
The long sword was slashed out and stirred up a thousand layers of snow.
A deep groove was carved out in the snow ahead.
Then—
Moses slowly retracted the sword in conjunction with his breathing, and when the blade passed over his head, he immediately swung it forward again.
The whole process is completed within two seconds. During this period, the fluidity of Aura is consciously mobilized, thereby accumulating the accuracy of mastering the Nen techniques.
'My condition today is pretty good, I should be able to complete 10,000 sword swings before the end of the first test.'
Moses's expression remained calm.
About ten minutes later.
Shalnark arrived at the top of the mountain and saw Moses wielding a sword, as well as Menchi and Harriman sitting by the fire.
"The third, huh... not bad."
Muttering to himself, Shalnark found a rock and sat down with his back on it. He then took out his distinctive phone and clicked on a small game to play.
There are still about five hours left until the end of the test.
How to kill time was a problem indeed.
While Shalnark was playing a small game, he took a few more glances at Moses, who was swinging his sword.
That undisguised sharp Aura—
Made Shalnark involuntarily think of Nobunaga in his 'ready to strike' state.
'Sure enough…'
'When it comes to the most 'threatening' competitor, it could only be this boy in front of me.'
Shalnark had begun to pay attention to Moses's existence seriously.
As time passed, examinees began to arrive at the peak one after another.
Some were Nen Users, while others were not.
When they arrived at the top of the peak, they all saw Moses swinging a sword.
"The snow is melting…!"
Ordinary examines who cannot see Aura can only feel a substantial sense of oppression from Moses, and at the same time, they noticed a circle with no white snow appearing at Moses's feet.
Among the successful climbers stood Tonpa, trying to make himself inconspicuous while feeling somewhat uneasy as he looked at Moses.
He doesn't not know why-
But the senses Moses gave him suddenly became extremely threatening.
'I should stay far away from him!'
In an instant, Tonpa made what he thought was a wise decision.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly saw Moses's gaze sweeping towards him.
"Eh?"
Possibly because of a guilty conscience, Tonpa subconsciously lowered his head to avoid Moses's gaze.
'Is he looking at me?'
Tonpa was shocked and confused.
'Impossible, I don't even know him.'
Tonpa shook his head firmly in his mind, then slowly lifted his head.
Immediately afterwards, he met Moses's gaze, which seemed to be filled with curiosity, looking straight at him.
'What the hell'
'He's really looking at me!!'
Tonpa instantly felt a chill run down his bladder.