Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

"Come in

"Okay." The old man's voice came from inside the house.

Long pushed open the door and entered.

At first glance, you can see the old man standing on a yoga mat, doing a health exercise, and it's a rather difficult one at that.

The television hanging on the wall was showing footage of a beautiful yoga teacher giving a lesson.

Oboro unceremoniously picked up the remote control from the table and turned off the TV.

"Hehehe... Little guy, so serious. You've recovered as you wished... Shouldn't you be even happier?" Netero wasn't angry and continued his stretching exercises.

"Back then, besides promising to make me stronger, you also said you'd grant me a small request, something not too unreasonable, remember..."

Netero nodded and chuckled, "Using external energy to nourish the flesh and blood—since you already understand that, there's no need for me to teach you..."

"I want you to be my sparring partner."

Oboro spoke directly.

"As expected, you can't stop talking about power... For you, power is everything... Youth is wonderful, full of vigor!"

Netero seemed to have finally finished a whole set of yoga, exhaled a breath of stale air, and slowly stood up.

Wiping non-existent sweat from his forehead, he calmly asked, "How long?"

"Half a year."

"Three months." The old man cut it in half.

"it is good."

Long did not hesitate.

He could tell that Netero seemed to have guessed his arrival and anticipated his intentions.

“It’s rare that your awareness has risen so high… You were trying to avoid me before. You’d better be prepared for these three months. I haven’t trained any juniors in a long time, so I might not know my own strength,” Netero laughed.

So what if I got played... I'll accept it!

Long glanced at the old man's mischievous expression and felt certain.

100. The final encounter

boom!

The following day, a tremendous crash resounded through a mountain range, raising clouds of dust.

Countless startled birds scattered.

Oboro was sent flying like a bullet, kicked away by Netero.

His body continued to smash tree trunks one after another, his momentum undiminished.

What's terrifying is that, despite losing his balance in mid-air, he easily regained control of his limbs, twisting his waist forcefully halfway through his flight, and just as he was about to crash into another tree, his feet suddenly braced themselves against the tree trunk.

Then, with a powerful leap, he flew towards his opponent like a cannonball.

Moreover, his figure moved constantly through the forest, leaving trails of shadows that made it impossible to pinpoint his location.

Nitro's pupils kept moving.

Determine Oboro's attack route.

The old man was very surprised... Compared to his sparring match with Oboro during the Hunter Exam, Oboro's transformation this time even exceeded his expectations! Although her body had not yet recovered to its full strength, the intensity of her Nen had taken a big leap, which made Oboro's offense and defense even stronger than before.

The obvious result is a surge in combat power!

"Your physical abilities and talent are truly frightening... Your potential in Nen is alright, but given your understanding of Nen, including your temperament... this slight weakness is nothing."

Netero opened his mouth with a smile.

He spoke casually, but his eyes were very serious.

As soon as he finished speaking, his hair and breath were suddenly blown by a strong wind, and a burst of spiritual energy that made his skin feel a slight stinging sensation rushed towards him like lightning.

The quantity of gas is not large... but the quality is now vastly different from before.

It originates from the heart of obscurity.

clap clap clap...

Netero immediately attacked, and the two exchanged blows countless times in the blink of an eye.

boom!

As expected, Oboro was once again sent flying by a punch, his body tumbling out of the air.

Netero deflected the attack, created some distance, hopped on his tiptoes, and assumed a fist-fighting stance. He looked at Long, whose body temperature was extremely high and whose face was flushed after landing, and smiled, saying, "Your so-called breathing technique... is quite magical. It can forcibly stimulate your organs and even amplify your senses... However, given your current physical condition, it's best to use it sparingly."

“There’s more than one way to practice breathing exercises. Different rhythms and patterns of breathing have different effects on the body… I’m using you now to both increase my adaptation time to breathing exercises and to stimulate my muscles and blood, allowing my body to break through to a stronger state than before.” Long shook his sore, numb, and swollen arms and stretched his muscles and bones as he explained.

"Not only that... you seem to have used some new martial arts techniques. Are you trying to rely on me to refine every part of your body and make your flesh and blood become a cohesive whole?"

Netero chuckled. "Your martial arts moves seem a bit clumsy. Did you learn them recently? Or did you create them yourself?"

"secret!"

Long returned the smile.

It vanished from the spot in an instant.

The last time he fought Netero, Oboro realized his own shortcomings. His martial arts techniques, such as the Vajra Finger, only trained his hands, and his other techniques only trained a single part of his body.

Iron Shirt, on the other hand, only scratches the surface; the body relies more on its own blood and energy to resist the attack.

Wanting to be on par with Netero is a fool's errand.

It's a dream, but there's still hope that he can grow to the level of Bisky...

The first thing to do is to comprehensively improve the strength of the external muscles, bones, and flesh, amplifying it to an extremely high level. Then comes the internal organs... yes, the organs also need to be trained, and this relies on breathing exercises.

After both his external and internal qualities have been refined, Oboro is not sure if he can surpass Bisquie, but he won't be too far behind; they'll be on the same level.

Bang bang bang!

Soon, the battle resumed.

From a high altitude, the mountainous terrain where the two fought was affected...

But Oboro was always the one who was forced back or knocked away by the old man. Every time he was attacked, he could adjust in the blink of an eye and continue his offensive.

Time flows slowly, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and day and night alternate.

Having one of the strongest Nen users in the Hunter x Hunter world as your sparring partner is an opportunity that not everyone gets.

In such intense battles, Oboro's improvement was naturally very rapid.

At first, because he couldn't maintain the breathing technique for long, he could only fight the old man for a few minutes each day before he was exhausted. The rest of the time he was almost being unilaterally beaten... Then, he practiced the foundation of his cultivation mind, refining.

By transforming simple natural energy, one can nourish a weary body and replenish one's vital energy.

However, the process itself is very slow.

Because this is something that can't be rushed. According to Netero's original plan, if Oboro didn't go to fight the Dike family, it would take at least several years to recover using this method.

These days, repeating endlessly, are especially monotonous.

Niterlo doesn't care.

He temporarily handed over the association's affairs to his subordinates, and would occasionally make a phone call to Doumianren every day to check on the situation.

Unless something major happens, the old man is too lazy to care.

With him gone, some restless individuals are bound to stir things up, but Netero is happy to see some 'internal strife,' that's what makes things interesting...

The rest of the time, of course, is spent playing with his 'new toy'.

There aren't many younger generations who are still willing to spend time with their elderly parents these days...

Especially for a little fox like Oboro, such an opportunity to train him is extremely rare.

When Oboro gets older and stronger, he won't be able to do that again... no way.

Netero was eager to beat up Oboro and create a beautiful memory for him.

He enjoyed it very much...

However, nothing is absolute.

As the duration of his breathing exercises gradually increased, Oboro's body and energy levels recovered... and the old man's pressure also increased.

In just one month, the two fought for an hour at a time.

Netero, who had been wearing a loose training outfit and wooden clogs the whole time, was not as relaxed as he had been at the beginning and changed into a tight-fitting outfit!

After the second month... Nitero got tired.

Yes... he felt 'tired'. Although he always joked about his age, he knew very well that he still had plenty of energy.

Long could already use breathing techniques to fight him for several hours. Even without special breathing, he could still spar with him and last for a certain period of time in his normal state.

The two fought almost from day to night...

After it got dark, Long began his meditation.

This kid is really something.

Not a single minute wasted… This thirst for power and obsession, along with this focus, made Netero vaguely see a reflection of his younger self, and he appreciated and affirmed Oboro even more.

But... these were all his thoughts; what he showed... was that he no longer smiled.

After three months, the old man was already looking disheveled and even regretted agreeing to Long's request.

He had a feeling that his old bones were about to fall apart...

It's worth mentioning that from the very beginning, the old man intentionally kept his strength at the same level as Oboro's... Although it's about training, sometimes, an evenly matched opponent can act as a catalyst.

Even so, in the previous two months... Oboro still didn't gain any advantage.

But starting from the latter half of the third month, Nitero had to take this younger man seriously...

Because, during the subsequent matches, the thought of 'losing' flashed through his mind several times.

However, in the end, it was his personal ability, experience, and skills that allowed him to suppress Oboro.