Does Wright know what your attributes are?
Biscuit explained first and then threw out this question, seemingly gearing up to criticize Wright severely.
"He doesn't know."
In order to save some dignity for Wright, Moses replied against his will.
With her hands on her hips, Biscuit exclaimed: "That idiot! He knows you're not an Enhancer, yet he teaches you without understanding how to be flexible!"
"Uh, what I just said is..."
"Shut up! Do you think I can't tell when you're lying?"
Biscuit scowled.
Moses remained silent, and his silence when facing the question essentially revealed the true answer.
Those skilled at lying were also skilled at detecting lies, so she was confident in her judgment.
"At times like this, you still want to save dignity for him, but what he left for you is a pit."
She suppressed her anger with difficulty.
Moses was still silent, unsure of what to say.
A few seconds later…
Biscuit calmed down a bit and said with a lack of warmth: "Enough about that idiot. Let's talk about your terrible fighting style."
"Um."
Hearing this, Moses immediately straightened up his upper body and looked at Biscuit intently.
Being able to spar with a top-tier fighter, and receive feedback and guidance afterward was a valuable experience for him.
Biscuit pointed her finger straight at Moses and went straight to the point:
"First, in pursuit of the 'unexpected attack' effect, you aimed to shorten the distance first and then waited for the right moment to conjure the shadow Nen beast. In this way, you could exert pressure while delivering a sudden attack to your opponent."
Speaking of this, Biscuit shook her head slightly and continued:
"This kind of offensive method is indeed hard to defend against in close combat. Still, you neglected one thing..."
"When you use your ability to conjure the shadow Nen beast, due to your lack of proficiency, there is a 1-2 second period where your Nen defense weakens. Do you think your opponent would miss that opportunity?"
Biscuit raised the second finger and said:
"Second, a Nen user must have a clear understanding of their own abilities."
"The conjuration speed of your shadow Nen beast is so slow, but you still choose to shorten the combat distance. What's the difference between this and actively courting death?"
"Don't ever use the excuse of 'I've only been learning Nen for less than a month'. Formulating corresponding combat strategies based on existing conditions is the basic quality that a Nen user should have. However..."
"This ability of yours does require some prerequisites to be able to exert its power, and the choice you just made is also related to the environment we are in. To be honest, I can't entirely blame you for that. But I'm saying all this for you to understand one thing!"
"The so-called battle is nothing more than gaining an advantage by 'playing to your strengths and avoiding your weaknesses' to achieve victory. Conversely, it's about trying not to give your opponent a chance to attack your 'weaknesses'."
After finishing the second point, Biscuit paused, giving Moses some time to digest her words.
Moses lowered his head slightly, contemplating about what Biscuit said, and at the same time, reviewing the brief exchange that lasted only two seconds.
'Indeed…'
'Ignoring the combat tactics formulated based on my own ability level would only expose my weaknesses actively during intense battles.'
'Although the form of this battle on the arena limited the effectiveness of "Soul Echo"...'
'In the long journey ahead, I will encounter all kinds of enemies.'
'Those enemies wouldn't talk about fair play, nor will they give me the opportunity to choose the 'arena'.'
'Ambushes, trap setups, and encounters...'
'These were the things enemies would prepare for me.'
'So-'
'In various enemy situations, maximizing the effectiveness of my abilities through 'playing to my strengths and avoiding my weaknesses' was what Biscuit wanted me to understand.'
'So this is an experienced first-rate Nen user...'
"Is there anything else?"
Moses, with his enlightened thoughts, slowly lifted his head, gazing intently at Biscuit.
'Encountering Biscuit on the airship was truly a fortunate thing.'
Once, twice, thrice…
Right here, at this moment, he wished for countless more encounters with Biscuit, yearning to absorb as much as he could from her.
"Of course…"
Biscuit put down her hands and looked at Moses's eyes, 'His eyes seemingly sparkling like gemstones.'
'So much like…'
'Like my past self when I had just stepped onto the path of martial arts.'
'He cared little for failure, for setbacks. All that filled his mind was the unwavering determination to move forward. Unafraid of hardship, fatigue, or pain, he only sought to make his progress a little faster, even if just by a bit, to feel satisfaction.'
'Setting a goal and doing everything possible to achieve it.'
'That's what a Hunter should be.'
Biscuit turned around and said calmly: "But there's no need to say it, because 'actions' are more efficient than 'verbal persuasion'. Also, there's one thing I must commend you for."
"Hmm?"
Moses got up from the ground and looked at Biscuit's back.
Biscuit, facing away from him, sincerely said: "The kick that hit you, I was confident that the force was enough to disrupt your concentration. Still, you managed to control your clone and seize the opportunity to attack under those conditions. That was impressive."
"I'm sure you've put a lot of effort into developing your pain tolerance and the limitation that will feed back the pain sensation back to your body. If I'm not mistaken..."
"When you set those limitations, you must have already figured out how to use this condition, which should have been unfavorable to you, to your advantage, right?"
"So that night, that proposal you made was undoubtedly to eliminate the threat, but you also planned to take advantage of it to experience intense pain."
At this point, Biscuit stopped and spoke with a considerable degree of seriousness:
"Moses, I admire your determination. In many aspects, you are truly outstanding- so outstanding that I have the urge to meet the 'future you' as soon as possible."
"…"
Faced with this sudden high praise from Biscuit, Moses felt a bit embarrassed. He didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent.
"Ara."
After a brief silence, Biscuit, who had already walked a considerable distance, suddenly turned around and looked at Moses with squinted eyes.
"Little brother Moses, are you now thinking... that this delicate and dream-like beauty has recognized my talents, so she's willing to put her heart and soul into this matter?"
And just like that, the serious version of Biscuit just disappeared with a puff.
Moses said with some difficulty: "I didn't..."
"Well, you definitely thought so, but unfortunately, I am not accompanying you for free."
Biscuit revealed a cunning smile.
Moses was startled for a moment, then nodded and said: "Of course, I will pay you, but don't ever think about the 'beads'."
"Tsk, you're just not cute at all!"
Biscuit puffed up her cheeks, then raised her palm in a threatening manner, and said fiercely: "The second round begins!"
"Alright!"
Moses instantly got motivated and launched his attack without a second word.
This time,
Moses decisively let the two-dimensional shadow separate from his body, attacking Biscuit from two directions.
Three seconds later.
Moses was punched to the ground by Biscuit.
But this time, he held on for a second longer.
"Not bad, there is progress."
Biscuit retracted her fists in satisfaction.
Moses lay on the ground and asked, "Will you really accompany me until dawn?"
"Of course, that's if you can still move."
"Bring it on!"
"…"