The probability of Ging attending the meeting is infinitely close to zero…
Similarly,
The possibility of him answering the phone is infinitely close to zero.
To expect this guy to attend the meeting is almost as futile as expecting Netero to be on time.
Under the scrutiny of colleagues who looked at him like looking at a fool, Kanzai, infuriated and embarrassed, slammed the table and stood up.
"I saw Ging in the old street the day before yesterday, and I thought that jerk came to Swardani City for the meeting!! Otherwise, what do you think he's doing in Swardani City at this time?"
"No way."
Beside Kanzai, a cute girl dressed as a bunny girl was lying on the table, playing with her phone, pouting and muttering:
"In this day and age, there are still people who 'think' that Ging will come to the meeting? Ah, it's you, the arithmetic idiot, so it's fine."
"!!!"
Veins popped on Kanzai's forehead as he gritted his teeth and looked at his colleague, Pyon.
On the seat opposite, Cluck, a girl wearing a feather headdress, raised her hand to support her chin and harshly scolded: "Kanzai, idiot, fool, big fool!"
"…"
Upon hearing this, Kanzai immediately shifted his focus, baring his teeth and looking at Cluck, as if he might pounce and kill the Cluck at any time.
The person sitting next to Cluck was Cheadle. She raised her right hand in an inviting gesture to Kanzai and asked:
"Assuming that Ging came to Swardani City for other purposes, then he should be carrying something that prompted him to come to Swardani City. Of course, this is only one of the possibilities."
"Something?"
Kanzai furrowed his brow, recalling, and suddenly remembered that Ging did have a book tucked under his arm at that time, so he couldn't help but exclaim in shock: "That jerk brought a book."
"A book…"
On Kanzai's other side, Mizaistom Nana, crossed his arms and said calmly: "Three days ago, the only that came to my mind related a book was Swamp Man's book signing event."
"Huh?"
Kanzai was stunned again, finding it hard to believe: "Are you saying... that stinky pig came to Swardani City just to attend some crappy book signing event???"
"Just as Cheadle said, it's just one possibility among many."
Mizaistom said without changing his expression: "However, if it is Ging, I think this possibility is the most likely."
"…?"
Kanzai made a great effort to understand what Mizaistom said, and his eyebrows were knitted together.
Pyon couldn't stand it anymore and quipped: "Language idiot, Mizaistom means to affirm what you said."
"Then, why doesn't he just say 'yes'!?"
Kanzai once again became angry and embarrassed.
"Why should we waste time and breath on a person who 'doesn't exist'?"
"Ah, well, when you say 'doesn't exist', you mean not in this world, right? Cursing Ging like this isn't good, but I like it~!"
"So, is this meeting starting now?"
"If you consider Chairman not being here as the start, then I have no objection."
"Chairman is late again!"
"By the way... what is the theme of this meeting?"
"It is said that it was some kind of Post-Mortem Nen caused by Cheadle. And I heard that the Post-Mortem Nen was so very troublesome that it frightened the Nen Exorcist in the association to have nightmares for a month. It was quite pitiful."
"Saiyu, your 'said' and 'heard' are enough to constitute defamation."
"I'm so scared."
"Post-Mortem Nen? That's the job of the Nen Exorcist, right? Is it necessary to convene a Zodiac Twelve's meeting for this?"
"Ginta, your information is too outdated."
Pyon leaned back in her chair, raised her phone high, quickly pressed the buttons, and explained:
"That Post-Mortem Nen is not only incredibly powerful, but is also a rare growth type. If it is not dealt with quickly, it will only be a matter of time before the difficulty level is upgraded to A-Rank!"
"A growth-type Post-Mortem Nen… I've never heard of such a thing."
"Is there really such a thing? The Nen left behind due to death may indeed become more powerful, but wouldn't they also be frozen due to death?"
"That's why it's considered quite rare."
"…"
The Zodiac Twelve exchanged words with each other, making the meeting room as noisy as a vegetable market.
The bean-like man, who came to the meeting room earlier than Netero, looked at the current situation with cold sweat on his face.
At the same time, he condemned Ging's behavior.
'He had come all the way to Swardani City, and he could have easily attended the meeting, but instead... Alas.'
Beans sighed in his heart.
Somewhere thousands of miles away.
Ging, who is also a member of the Zodiac Twelve, naturally skipped the meeting.
"Encountered an interesting fellow enthusiast, it was a worthwhile trip."
Ging sent a text message and then put away his phone, looking at the World Tree seedling in the distance.
…
Three days.
The combination of training Buff and Cookie's massage is even better than Moses had expected.
This gave Moses a feeling that his Ren will soon exceed the one-hour limit.
The qualifying standard was half an hour as a baseline, and one hour was a significant step forward.
On the sofa not far away, Biscuit lowered the handsome men's magazine and took a quick look at Moses before saying, "You're really hardworking, little brother Moses."
As an observer, Biscuit witnessed Moses's resilience over the past three days. It can be said that he spent all his available time on training.
'No wonder he can achieve such outstanding achievements in less than a month after learning Nen.'
'Not only because of his amazing talent, but it's also related to his own efforts.'
'I recall there's a saying...'
'Don't be afraid of genius, be afraid of geniuses that work hard.'
'But!'
'Not going out for three whole days was too uncomfortable!'
'At most five days… it'll be fine.'
Biscuit took out the Rat Jewel's bead to play with, comforting herself in her heart.
Little did she know, Moses's initial plan is not to go out for a month.
Time flies-
One month later.
Inside the hotel room, numerous handsome men's magazines were scattered around the sofa.
Biscuit was lying on the sofa with a look of despair on her face.
Cookie, who was conjured by her, always maintained a professional smile and diligently massaged Moses.
'Very good, the foundation of the Four Fundamental Techniques is solid enough, and I almost mastered the Nen's techniques. Unfortunately, the effect of the training buff disappeared a week ago, and I couldn't increase my Hatsu's proficiency with the buff.'
Moses closed his eyes and enjoyed Cookie's massage, mentally calculating the gains from this month of training in his mind.
It can only be said that Cookie's fatigue-relieving massage ability was too useful. It had managed to squeeze out at least six times the time for him, equivalent to turning one month of training time into at least half a year.
And then, adding the bonus from more than twenty days of 20 days of training buff...
Suddenly, Moses felt as if two years had passed since he learned Nen.
Although this process was very dull and painful, he had persevered through it with sheer willpower.
'Now I…'
Moses turned his neck and looked at Biscuit, who seemed utterly bored on the sofa.
"Should be able to last at least one minute against Biscuit, right?"