Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 106 The Cultivation and Entanglement of Thought! Firmness! Flow!

Just as dawn was breaking, Bisky led Roy to a nearly vertical red rock wall on the east side of the Red Rock Canyon.

The rock wall is about 30 meters high, and its surface is covered with pits and protrusions eroded by wind.

"Climb up, but don't use your hands or feet to climb. Use your spiritual energy to stick to the rock wall."

She casually pointed to the rock wall in front of her and gave an order to Roy without turning her head.

Roy paused for a moment, but didn't ask any further questions.

He held his breath and began to mobilize the energy within his body, concentrating it on his palms and soles, trying to make it adhere to the surface like a suction cup.

Soon, his hands and feet emitted a soft, silvery-white light—the light of his thoughts.

Click....

Raise both hands and gently press them against the rock face... push off with both feet...

Snapped!

The Nen covering his hands and feet wasn't strong enough, which prevented Roy from stabilizing himself in time. He lost his balance halfway up the climb and his buttocks slammed hard into the ground.

hiss......

A sharp pain shot through him, and Roy gasped. For a moment, he felt like his buttocks no longer belonged to him.

"stand up!"

A harsh rebuke came from behind him, cold and serious.

Upon hearing this sound, Roy disregarded the feeling of his buttocks about to split open. He slowly stood up, mobilized his mind, and covered his hands and feet with his thoughts again.

He prepared to start climbing again, but this time he mobilized all his mental energy.

The first step I took was too powerful, and I slipped... I fell down, landing on my back and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The second time, I reduced my concentration by fifty percent, barely managing to stand for two seconds. The uneven distribution of my mental energy across my limbs caused me to slip again.

The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time...

Every time he fell, Bisky would make him get up immediately and keep going.

There was no rest, no mercy.

"If your thoughts are too strong, control their output! If your thoughts are uneven, adjust the distribution of your thoughts in your limbs... Thoughts must flow constantly; if one aspect is lacking, replenish it; if another is excessive, reduce it. You must maintain a consistent and even flow of thoughts at all times, only then can you reach the peak..."

Bang!...

On the sixth attempt, Roy climbed three meters high, then lost his grip and fell, landing on his right shoulder first. His old wound tore open, and blood seeped from under the bandage.

"continue."

The seventh time, five meters.

Eighth time, eight meters. Ninth time, ten meters.

The fall lasted longer and the ascent became higher and higher.

Roy's skin was covered in sand and blood scabs, making him look like a tattered suit of armor.

On his thirteenth attempt, he finally reached the top of the rock face.

The moment he rolled over, he collapsed onto the rock platform, gasping for breath.

The thin halo around his body had become much more stable than the night before, and wisps of spiritual energy could be faintly seen rising from his skin.

"It seems you can now control your thoughts."

Before anyone knew it, Bisky was already standing on the top of the rock face.

"But the quality is not enough. Your mental energy is too scattered, like a wad of cotton instead of a steel needle."

She took the fruit candy she had been sucking on from her pocket and placed it in front of Roy.

"Use your mental energy to cut this candy in half. You can't use your fingernails or tear the wrapper; you can only use your mental energy."

Roy stared at the small, soft fruit candy and remained silent for a moment.

He stretched out his hand, concentrated his energy at the edge of his index finger, and tried to form a sharp "energy blade".

The first time, the sugar was pushed aside, but not cut.

The second time, the candy wrapper was scratched, but the candy itself was intact.

The third time, the fourth time...

Biskey held the candy there, motionless, like a statue.

On the twentieth time, Roy's index finger made a soft hiss as the fruit candy was neatly cut in half, the cut surface as smooth as a mirror.

Bisky looked at the two halves of the candy, then at Roy's bloodshot eyes, and smiled.

"Not bad... You are indeed very talented. In just half a day, you have mastered the application of 'Entanglement,' 'Firmness,' and 'Flow.'"

"Entangled? Firm? Flowing?"

Roy was stunned.

He looked down at his hands. The skin on his palms was still bleeding from the abrasions, and sand mixed with blood scabs was stuck in every line of his palms, making him look extremely disheveled.

But on these tattered hands, a thin, almost invisible silvery-white halo was quietly covering the skin, like a layer of transparent frost.

Uniform, stable, and does not flicker or extinguish.

He glanced at the rock face again.

The 30-meter-high reddish-brown rock wall is covered with pits and protrusions eroded by wind.

He remembered that the first time he climbed, his energy was too strong, his feet slipped, and he fell flat on his back.

The second time, he managed to concentrate 50%, but the concentration in his limbs was uneven, with more in his left hand than his right, and less in his left foot than his right. He lost his balance and slipped halfway up the mountain.

The third time, the fourth time...

With each fall, he adjusted.

He began to learn to sense the intensity of his mind in his limbs while climbing, and whether his mind was too strong when he grabbed a spot with his left hand, causing him to slip due to excessive grip strength.

When pushing off with your right foot, is your breathing too weak and unable to withstand the force?

If there's too much, reduce it; if there's too little, add it. Your thoughts should flow freely between your limbs, like water, going wherever they're needed.

On the thirteenth time, the instant he climbed to the top of the rock wall, he clearly felt that the thought covering his whole body was no longer a chaotic mass of energy that was moving around in all directions, but a complete garment that fit every inch of his body's contours. It was evenly distributed on his limbs, torso, and head, neither too much nor too little, neither too thick nor too thin, just right.

When cutting the sugar, he focused his attention on the edge of his index finger, trying to make the sugar "stick" to his fingertip to form an extremely thin and fine "blade".

Instead of using brute force to chop, let Nian "stretch" out on her own, like a sharp leaf, cutting in along the texture of the candy wrapper.

On his twentieth attempt, he succeeded.

That thin layer of thought, compressed to almost transparent, was sharp enough to cut through a soft, mushy fruit candy, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

He thought this was just the basic skill of controlling thoughts.

Until Bisge said those three words.

"Entangle, firm, flow".

Bisky sat cross-legged on the edge of the rock platform, holding the two neatly cut pieces of candy in her hand. She popped one piece into her mouth and put the other into her pocket.

She mumbled incoherently, a small bulge in her cheek: "You thought I just had you climb the wall and cut candy for practice?"

Roy didn't speak, but his eyes were full of confusion.

"When you're climbing the wall, in order not to fall, aren't you constantly doing one thing: reciting your thoughts evenly?"

Stable coverage over the entire body?

Roy thought for a moment and nodded.

That's entanglement.

Bisky held up one finger: "To keep Nen stable on the body's surface, forming an invisible protective film, that's Entanglement."

Bisky raised her second finger: "When you're climbing the wall, to keep the amount of mental energy in your limbs matching the gripping and pushing points on the rock face, are you constantly adjusting it? If your left hand has too much, you reduce it a little; if your right foot has too little, you increase it a little. Is your mental energy flowing back and forth between your limbs?"

Roy recalled it and realized it was true.

He didn't think much at the time; he just instinctively felt that this hand needed more force and that foot needed less force, so his mind followed his thoughts.

"That's the flow."

"Flow is a technique for distributing Nen. In battle, you can't use the same amount of Nen on every part of your body. The parts that attack need more Nen, and the parts that defend need less."

"And the ability to adjust the distribution of thoughts in an instant, allowing them to flow smoothly between different parts of the body, is what we call flow."

"Every fine-tuning you make while rock climbing is a practice flow."

Roy's eyes widened slightly.

"What about Jian?"

"Firm?"

Bisky smiled, swallowed the candy in her cheek, and clapped her hands: "Why don't you ask yourself why you've fallen so many times and still survived without serious injury? This is a thirty-meter-high rock face!"

"If an ordinary person falls down once, they will almost certainly break an arm or a leg, let alone you who have fallen so many times."

Roy fell silent...

"Every time you fall, without your awareness, in your subconscious instinct, your thoughts, under the control of your instincts, will always protect your most vital parts at the moment you fall."

Bisky stood up, brushed off non-existent dust from her skirt, and glanced indifferently at Roy.

"At that moment, if the amount of Nen in other parts of your body is five, then that part is fifty. That's why you only look like you're seriously injured, but you're not actually broken."

Roy stared blankly at his hands.

On those hands, a silvery-white aura burned quietly.

It is uniform, stable, and can flow and condense at any time.

He suddenly recalled the uncontrollable, almost body-tearing, violent force he felt last night when he forcibly urged the thought to arise on the platform.

Back then, Nian was a mad bull; but now, he has put a rein on that mad bull.

It's not about brute force, but about adjusting after each fall while rock climbing, and fine-tuning after each failure while cutting candy.

Through repeated, silent, and repetitive practice.

"so....

'

Roy slowly sat up, his silver-gray eyes reflecting the steady glow of his palm.

"Am I... now a beginner?"

Bisky glanced at him dismissively, a smile curving her lips in a way that was both mocking and approving.

"getting Started?"

You still have a long way to go.

Turning around, Bisky walked toward the edge of the rock face.

"Entanglement, flow, and firmness are simply to enable you to stand firm, withstand pressure, and strike accurately."

"True Nen ability has three main aspects: mastery, training, and release. Back then, only after mastering all of these and developing one's own Nen ability could one be considered to have entered the field."

'

"As for now..."

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Bisky looked back at Roy, her golden ponytail fluttering in the wind and sand of the canyon.

"continue!"

"It's not dark yet, why are you resting?"

Taking a deep breath, Roy pushed himself up with his right hand and, without complaint or hesitation, walked back to the rock wall. Then he squatted down and grabbed the protruding rock with both hands again.