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15 February 1997
As I left the reception desk and the possible rookie hunter, I couldn't help cursing inside. Kastro was the reason I wanted to fight so early. He was one of the people I wanted to add to my team if possible. He must have been extraordinarily talented for even Hisoka to recognise his ability. Unfortunately, Kastro and Hisoka were to fight in two weeks. After the fight, I planned to go up against Kastro and teach him nen. I wanted to go up against him having won my first match, so I would have a stronger hand against him. After all, unlike me, he would have lost his first fight.
It can't be helped. There's no point in getting upset about things that are out of my hands.
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27 February 1997
I was watching Hisoka and Kastro slowly approaching each other in the arena. The fight had just started. Kastro looked just like he did in the 2011 anime. Only his hair was cut shorter and he didn't have the yellow cape. Hisoka was Hisoka as usual. With Kastro's attack, the fight had finally begun. Kastro began his attack with fast and powerful strikes that surprised even experienced fighters. Unfortunately, Hisoka was not like other fighters. He had a mocking smile on his face as he dodged attacks with almost mocking ease. It was easy to see that Kastro was getting more and more frustrated. I could now understand why Kastro hated Hisoka so much. A proud fighter like him could never take such humiliation. Hisoka was making fun of him.
Hisoka finally got bored and focussed a little aura on one of his fists and then touched Castro lightly.
Yes, you heard that right, he didn't hit, he touched, but it was easy to see that the castro gasped with this light stroke. A moment later, his aura began to rise overflowing from his body. To tell a lie, he had an impressive amount of aura. Then the cat and mouse game continued as Kastro continued to chase Hisoka with all his fury while Hisoka was running away as if in mockery. 5 minutes later, Kastro had his aura under control and was in a state of rough skin. Now I understand better why Hisoka spared him, it was quite impressive that he was able to control his aura so quickly in the middle of a fight. Unfortunately, Hisoka decided that the fight had gone on long enough and pulled Castro in with a bungee gum to his cheek, knocking him out with one punch. God, when did he stick that to his cheek? I didn't even realise such a high level of mastery was possible. There's still a huge gap between me and him. Let that be a lesson to me. Even though I had Senju Tobirama's memories, I didn't really internalise them, it was more like watching a film through Senju Tobirama's eyes. It wasn't living it in person.
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2 hours later-Heavens arena infirmary
I've been here for about an hour waiting for Kastro to wake up. Hisoka must have hit him really hard.
He finally started to wake up when his breathing changed and his eyelids started to open. Honestly, I don't know what he was supposed to do after he woke up, but the way he stared blankly at the ceiling with his eyes wide open startled me a little. Finally, after Kastro watched the ceiling for 15 minutes, I couldn't stand it anymore and broke my zetsu and came out of the corner where I was hiding.
'Hey, that was a good fight.'
Kastro almost jumped out of his seat, startled. It was obvious that he hadn't noticed me before. That was good, that reaction was exactly what I wanted to get.
'Who are you? What are you doing here?'
'Hmm, who am I. My name is Tobirama. Another fighter on the 200th floor.'
He collapsed in defeat. Still, it was obvious that he was nervous.
'Have you come here to mock me? My crushing defeat.'
Man, the guy was really pessimistic.
'On the contrary, I'm here to help you.'
'And how's that?'
'I can teach you the power Hisoka used to defeat you.' As I said this, I formed an aura ball at the tip of my index finger that even beginner nen practitioners could see.
His eyes widened as he looked at the aura ball in my hand. At this moment, I dispersed the ball and lowered my hand.
'Howww? Whyyyy?' he stutters. His confusion was evident. He realised there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
'Well, unlike you, I learnt this power before I came to the heavens arena, and it's called nen. As for why I want to help you, I'm building my own team and you are skilled. It's as simple as that.'
'So you want me to work for you in return?'
'No.' This answer seemed to surprise him. 'You'll owe me a favour. Then it's up to you whether you want to join my team and become my partner.'
This seemed to surprise him.
'Just one favour?'
'One favour and a promise that you will consider joining my team in the future. As for why it's so cheap, as I said, you're talented and others could make you an offer.'
'Why should I accept your offer instead of theirs?'
'Because I will not teach you nen in a half-assed way, I will give you a full basic training and a full training in everything else that you may encounter in a fight in the future.'
'Can't others give this training?'
'Some can, but some can't. Some may even offer to teach you their secret techniques, which are apparently extremely powerful. If it were me, I would definitely stay away from these groups.'
'Why?'
'Nen is a highly personal thing. That's why all top Nen users develop their own unique abilities. Imitating others will only take you so far. Not only that, there are 6 different types of Nen in this world. Everyone is skilled in one of these areas. If you try to develop a talent outside your field, you will get half the results with double the effort.'
'And you can give me a comprehensive training in exactly my type.'
'I can help you discover your nen type with 100 per cent accuracy. I can also inform you about the strengths and weaknesses of this type of nen.'
I continue without letting him speak.
'Anyway, that's enough talking. Here is my address' I handed him a card as I said this. 'You can find me at this address if you want. I have a fight in a fortnight. My opponent isn't as strong as yours, but I'll use my skills on him so you can watch. After that, we can talk if you want.'
And I turned round and walked away in what I thought was a cool way.
I hope that was enough to convince Kastro. To be honest, the only reason for Kastro to reject my offer is that I don't come from a big organisation or dojo.
As for the reasons for him to accept, the first one is the balance of cost and profit. Big organisations will ask more from me, even if they can help him more. There will probably be contracts and other things that will require him to work for them. I'm just offering him the basics and all the techniques they would need in a fight in return for a single favour.
The second reason was simpler. The pride of a genius. Castro undoubtedly considers himself a genius. I saw his eyes light up when I told him he could create his own technique instead of following someone else's. He would want to make his own path instead of imitating someone else. So all the smaller organisations that offered to teach him the powerful techniques of his ancestors were eliminated.
Now there was only one thing left. To prove my strength. And for that I would rely on our unlucky rookie killer in a fortnight's time. I must defeat him so crushingly that Castro would not have a single question mark in his mind about my strength. After all, if I'm weak, all my promises and offers are empty rhetoric.