Ronnel spread his arms, mimicking the motion of a claw opening and closing.
A wave of potent aura emanated from his hands.
Tiger Bite Fist—a deadly martial technique with impressive destructive force.
Ronnel gave it a few practice swings, satisfied with its effect.
"If I had used this when I fought Feitan, the fight might have ended much faster."
He exhaled and refocused, pulling out a mental note for later.
Nen ability: Double
Effect: Creates a clone identical to the original to execute attacks and ambushes. The clone matches the user's strength.
Restriction: Only one clone can be made at a time, and controlling it requires focus. If Ronnel moves the original body, the clone can only perform basic actions; if the clone is fully controlled, the real body becomes sluggish.
He smirked, considering the possibilities.
"Tiger Bite Fist, combined with this clone... Could surprise even someone like Feitan."
His thoughts drifted to darker strategies.
"What if the clone became a walking bomb?"
A sinister grin curled on his lips.
"When the clone disappears, there's no impact on me... So if I fill it with corpse poison or malicious aura before it self-destructs..."
Tsk, tsk, tsk... What a beautiful scene that would be.
Another thought crossed his mind—Kastro's martial arts talent. The description in his notes was still vivid:
Martial Arts Talent: Perfect (Pseudo).
Above advanced talent, but not quite at perfect talent. Comparable to five advanced talents combined.
"Even with his imperfect talent, Kastro is still leagues ahead of Gon and Killua."
Ronnel sighed.
"He only lacks a true master. If he had one, his potential would skyrocket."
"As for true perfect-level talent... That's a realm only someone like Netero or Meruem could touch."
But Ronnel had no intention of settling for less.
He reached into his inventory space and retrieved a set of skill books—each one a martial arts talent he had gathered over two years.
With precision, he began to synthesize them.
"Shua!"
A book glowing with vibrant purple light materialized in his hands.
(T/N: Purple light is the Perfect level)
"Snap!"
Without hesitation, Ronnel pressed the skill book to his forehead.
The moment it made contact, his entire body felt weightless, as though drifting on a cloud. But the sensation passed quickly.
When he opened his eyes, he felt a distinct shift. His aura surged—subtle but undeniable.
"This... This is what perfect talent feels like. Like being favored by the heavens. If I survive long enough, there's no doubt I'll reach the pinnacle."
Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself and started walking toward his next destination.
Just two steps in—
"Bzzzt! Bzzzt! Bzzzt!"
The vibration of his phone pulled him from his thoughts. Checking the number, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Hello?"
A cold voice answered on the other end.
"Meeting. No exceptions—everyone must attend."
"The meeting is set for August 31st in Yorknew City. Details will follow."
Ronnel's lips pressed into a thin line.
"Got it." He ended the call with a flick of his thumb.
He tapped the phone against his chin, mulling over his next move.
"I'll wait for things to unfold with the Phantom Troupe and then step in. It'll make everything easier."
His phone buzzed again. Another call.
"Ronnel? It's me, Shizuku. I'm with Bisky—we're already at the café where we first met."
"Don't bring Zushi or Wing. We've decided on our next stop and will leave after meeting with you."
Before he could reply, Bisky cut the call abruptly, leaving Ronnel to chuckle.
"Always so direct... Typical of Bisky."
He arrived at the café a few minutes later. Bisky, ever vibrant, waved enthusiastically.
"Over here, Ronnel!"
After brief greetings, Ronnel reached into his inventory and pulled out Ice Pearl, handing it to Bisky, whose eyes sparkled with delight.
"I've dreamed of these pearls for years... And now they're finally mine!"
She cradled them lovingly, lost in admiration. Meanwhile, Ronnel retrieved more gifts—this time for Shizuku.
"These are for you," he said, passing her small treasures collected during his travels through the Mimbo Republic.
Among them were agate flowers and moonlight horns—rare finds from remote corners of the world.
With a smile, Ronnel watched Shizuku's delight as she accepted the gifts.
After some persuasion, Bisky agreed to stay in the city for two days.
Those two days passed quietly, with Ronnel and Shizuku enjoying each other's company in what felt like ordinary moments. When the third day arrived, they bid each other farewell.
During their time together, they shared stories.
Shizuku admitted she was content with her life following Bisky around the world, learning new things.
With their parting words, Ronnel sighed in relief and dialed another number.
The line connected after just one ring.
"Oh? Ronnel calling me? How rare."
Hisoka's playful voice came through, laced with a hint of surprise.
"You've heard about the Troupe's gathering on the 31st, right?" Ronnel asked, not bothering with small talk.
"Of course. Chrollo has his sights on the auction in Yorknew City this time. By the way, I wanted to discuss our... date at Heavens Arena~"
In a dim room inside Heavens Arena, Hisoka smirked, the corners of his lips twisting as Machi's stitches held them in place.
"I don't feel like waiting months. I might pay him a visit in a couple of days. Thoughts?"
Hisoka licked his lips slowly, the anticipation clear in his voice.
"The way Omokage has been growing... I need to cut him down soon before it gets boring."
Ronnel grinned at the familiar excitement in Hisoka's voice.
"Fine by me. Let's meet tomorrow morning at the gate of Heavens Arena. Don't keep me waiting."
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