Kastro remained silent.
Everything Moarik had mentioned was something he had already considered.
He wanted to study martial arts, but the path of a lone practitioner on this journey is far more grueling than most can imagine.
The fact that he had made it this far was a testament to the untold amount of hardship and sweat he had endured behind the scenes.
Compared to the martial arts, the world of Nen abilities—much more mysterious and unpredictable—was certainly not going to be any easier.
However, placing his trust in this person who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere would naturally raise doubts in anyone's mind, especially since this person was from the mafia...
"Rest assured, while you're working, not a single penny of your due salary will be deducted," Moarik said with a snap of his fingers. A small green bean flew towards Kastro.
"Additionally, if you join, you can get something good like this."
"Consider this our meeting gift, given to you for free."
Moarik leaned back slightly, smiling as he spoke. "Think of it as a simple gesture to express my sincerity."
"A meeting gift? A bean?"
Kastro looked at the item in his hand. It seemed utterly unremarkable, just an ordinary bean, leaving him somewhat puzzled.
"No amount of words can replace the authenticity of firsthand experience."
Moarik nodded his chin towards him, "You can eat it and feel it for yourself."
"Of course, if you still hold any wariness or distrust towards me, you can return this bean and the notebook. I'll turn around and leave without a word."
Moarik shrugged. "The choice is entirely yours."
A mysterious figure of unknown origin, possibly from the shadowy world of the mafia, offering a peculiar bean.
By normal thinking, being overly cautious wouldn't be unreasonable.
Even children are warned never to eat anything given by strangers.
However, for Kastro~~~
"Firsthand experience..."
He recalled the pitiful state he was in when he was brutally beaten by Hisoka in the ring—a situation so disgraceful it was nothing short of humiliating.
His other hand clenched tightly with force. "I don't want to go through something like that a second time!"
Kastro eyes became increasingly determined. "Even if this is some devil's poison, as long as it can make me stronger and help me defeat Hisoka again..."
Without hesitation, he threw the bean in his hand into his mouth.
"I'm willing to do it!!!"
Seeing Kastro's actions, the corners of Moarik's mouth curved slightly.
"Just as I thought, an Enhancement type~"
He smiled inwardly, unsurprised.
According to Hisoka's personality classification for Nen users of different types, most Enhancement types are straightforward, simple-minded, and not prone to overthinking.
Such people tend to make decisions and take actions purely and impulsively, relying on their intuition without excessive thought.
At this moment, Kastro exemplified this perfectly.
Crunch, crunch~
The bean made a crisp crunching sound as he chewed it.
Hmm, I wonder if this crunchiness is supposed to taste like chicken.
Gulp.
After Kastro swallowed the bean...
"My body..."
His eyes widened to their fullest extent.
"This is..."
Kastro stared in shock at his own hands.
The numerous wounds on them that had been inflicted by Hisoka's playing cards instantly healed!!
Not only that, but the injuries, fatigue, pain, and the hidden wounds accumulated from numerous previous battles all over his body...
At this moment, they were all completely healed!!
And it wasn't just the pain—his physical stamina too.
After a big battle, his physical functions and condition were always in a state of poor recovery.
But now, Kastro felt better than ever!!
"This is called a Senzu Bean, it can heal all kinds of injuries and restore the body's state."
Seeing Kastro's incredulous expression, Moarik explained with a light smile.
"And this, is my sincerity."
Something that can instantly heal a person's body and replenish their stamina.
Is this what sincerity means...
Once Kastro snapped out of his shock, he fell into a prolonged silence.
As a martial artist who had fought countless times, he knew all too well what kind of impact this item could have in a battle.
Moarik wasn't in a hurry; he simply waited while Kastro pondered.
After a moment had passed.
"You said you wanted me to help you for a few years..."
Kastro's voice was slightly hoarse. "What exactly would I be doing?"
"And, for how many years?"
Got him!
"Don't worry, we won't have you do anything like arson, robbery, or any morally reprehensible acts."
Moarik leaned back strategically, "Although we're a mafia, we've long abandoned such low-level amusements."
He chuckled, "Targeting people weaker than ourselves is meaningless—that's the work of small-time thugs."
"What we aim to do is far more rewarding."
...
By asking these questions, Kastro had essentially already made his decision internally.
The rest of what Moarik said was simply to give him a reason to accept and ease his conscience.
After all, whether or not Moarik could truly offer him everything he desired...
Just obtaining more of these Senzu Beans alone would be worth it!!
Thus, Kastro chose to nod and agree.
After obtaining a new high-level mystery box that yielded a life-saving treasure like the Senzu Bean, Moarik had also gained a rather capable subordinate.
However, when he brought Kastro before Neon Nostrade and the others...