Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Boom!

A muffled thud echoed in the empty passageway.

Before Fica could react, he received a solid thud on his forehead, just like the spiky-haired youth in the stands earlier.

The fingers were slender with distinct knuckles, yet the strength was ridiculously great.

Fika felt as if he had been hit on the forehead with a hammer. At the same time, a large bump swelled up at a visible speed, turning bluish-red and purplish, and was shiny with oil.

"Ouch...! That hurts!"

Fika winced in pain, instinctively covering her forehead with both hands and screaming in alarm.

"I'll call you 'good boy'."

Bisky's voice came from beside my ear, light and airy, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

Never underestimate women and children.

She paused, then glanced down with her azure eyes, her gaze landing on Fika, who was crouching on the ground:

"Do you understand?"

Sizzle! ...

A pair of slender, jade-like hands precisely pinched Fica's earlobe.

Those fingers looked white and soft, but the fingertips were as rough as sandpaper; pinching or pulling them caused excruciating pain.

Fica froze.

"Yes, I understand! I understand, I understand!"

He responded immediately, as if afraid that if he hesitated even a second longer, his earlobe would be ripped off.

Bisky gave a satisfied "hmm" but didn't let go.

Instead, she grabbed that thin earlobe and dragged it forward like a disobedient calf.

Fica dared not resist at all. Ignoring the sharp pain in his forehead, he hurriedly bent over and followed the direction Biskey was pulling him, his body arched into a shrimp shape, his steps hurried and disordered, afraid that if he was too slow, it would hurt even more.

The stinging pain in my earlobe was far more unbearable than the burning bump on my forehead.

Whether it was Bisky's earlobe pinching technique that was too skillful, or Fica's sensitivity that was too great, he felt that Bisky's method was completely different from that of ordinary people, with a unique sharpness and precision.

As Fika walked, he hissed and gasped for breath, thinking to himself:

Who exactly is this little girl? She looks no more than twelve or thirteen years old, yet her strength is greater than that of an adult.

I wonder what it ate to grow up like that.

Roy walked in front without turning his head.

Even though he heard the noise behind him, he only paused slightly before resuming his normal pace.

Just kidding, the girl behind him looks like an innocent and harmless girl with golden pigtails, wearing a pink dress, and often wearing a bow.

But in reality, she is a 57-year-old muscular woman who is over 2 meters tall.

So, if he didn't want to end up like Fica, Roy kept silent about what happened to his underlings.

After all, not everyone gets this "treatment"...

The white tips of her hair swayed slightly in the dim light of the corridor, and she seemed to be isolated from the surrounding noise, immersing herself in her own world.

Bisky grabbed Fica's earlobe and walked with a light step, as if she were taking a stroll.

She caught up with Roy in a few strides, glanced at his expressionless face, and suddenly laughed:

"You're quite composed. I've beaten up your men, and you haven't uttered a sound?"

Roy didn't look at her, his voice flat:

"He deserves to be hit."

"Oh?" Bisky raised an eyebrow.

"I called out to you."

Lloyd said:

"This is not impolite."

Fica, who was crouching behind, almost fell over when he heard this.

He screamed inwardly:

Hey bro! I was just worried about you! How did that become impolite?

Bisky was stunned for a moment, but then she burst out laughing.

The sound was crisp and clear, echoing through the corridor like a string of silver bells scattered by the wind.

"Hahahaha... Interesting, really interesting."

She loosened her grip on Fica's earlobe and clapped her hands.

I really like your personality.

Fica, feeling like he'd been granted a pardon, covered his red and swollen earlobes and followed behind, grimacing.

He carefully used his telekinesis to soothe his injured ear and forehead, while staring at Bisky's back of the head with a mournful gaze.

Of course, they only dared to watch, but dared not take any actual action.

The three of them walked one after the other.

Roy led the way, his steps steady, like a sword sheathed.

Bisky, in the center, moved with light steps, humming an unknown tune.

Fica brought up the rear, his steps unsteady, occasionally touching his forehead and then his ears, his facial expressions as varied as a palette of colors.

The wall lamps on both sides of the corridor emitted a dim yellow light, casting the shadows of the three people in varying lengths.

Before long, they arrived at the door of the lounge.

Roy pushed open the door, and a smell mixed with disinfectant and old leather hit him.

The room was small, with a long table, a few folding chairs, and several dusty storage boxes piled in the corner.

A white incandescent bulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating every corner of the room with crystal clarity.

Bisky swaggered in, plopped down in the only chair that looked reasonably comfortable, crossed her legs, and crossed her arms over her chest like a queen inspecting her territory.

"close the door."

She gestured with her chin toward Fika.

Having learned his lesson, Fica dared not resist and obediently closed the door, then stood by it like a schoolchild being punished.

Roy walked to the long table, turned around, and stood against the edge of the table.

He raised his left hand and looked at it. The abrasions on the back of his hand and fingers had begun to scab over, but the bruises under the skin were still shocking.

I moved my fingers around and my knuckles cracked, but my hands were fine.

"Three days."

He spoke, his voice not loud, but as clear as a blade slicing through glass:

"You said you could teach me to fight a third time before my body breaks down, and then survive."

Bisky's smile faded, and for the first time, a serious look appeared in her azure eyes.

"I did say that, but there's a condition."

She held up one finger:

"You need to tell me, what exactly are your physical abilities?"

She stared into Roy's eyes, speaking each word carefully:

"The third time is just one instance."

"I need to know... what exactly you will release on the third time."

The room fell silent.

The incandescent bulb emitted a faint buzzing sound, like a moth trapped in a glass dome.

Fica clenched his fists instinctively, his knuckles turning white.

He knew the boss's secret, and he also knew what it would mean if that secret were revealed.

Roy remained silent for a long time.

Fica thought he was going to refuse after a long time.

It went on so long that Bisky's patience was almost exhausted.

Then, Roy spoke.

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid the walls would hear it.

"My physical abilities..." He raised his head, his grey-blue eyes reflecting the stark white light:

"It's called... the liberation of the body!"

Fica closed his eyes with a wry smile.

The eldest brother still spoke... and it was to a little girl he had known for less than half an hour.

Bisky narrowed her eyes slightly, and her movements unconsciously slowed down.

"Release restrictions?" she repeated:

"But your explanation of lifting the restrictions seems a little different from what I understand."

"I've seen their unlocked limits; at most, they only increase power and speed by one or two times, and they have to pay a heavy price for it."

"But you're different. Your strength and speed seem to me to be ten times that of an ordinary person..."

"only....."

"But every time I use this ability, it comes at the cost of my physical body, requiring me to repeatedly be beaten."

Roy said this in a calm tone, as if he were reading a medical report.

"My first time, it was all about muscle fiber."

"The second time, it depletes bone density; the third time..."

He paused.

"I haven't tried it a third time yet, so I don't know..."

Bisky's pupils contracted slightly.

"After the third time..." Bisky said slowly:

"You will......."

"Die," Roy said for her.

The air in the lounge seemed to freeze.

The incandescent bulb was still buzzing.

Bisky leaned back in her chair, looked up at the ceiling, and remained silent for a full half minute.

Then she laughed.

It was no longer the fake, innocent laugh of a little girl, but a complex laugh tinged with a certain appreciation.

"Interesting," she whispered.

"That's a really interesting ability."

Looking at Roy, a flame ignited in her azure eyes.

"In three days, I'll teach you how to turn the 'should-have-to-collapse' third time from an uncontrollable explosion into a controllable weapon."

"And then, you survived."

Looking at her, Roy nodded solemnly.

He knew that with Bisky's help, his strength would definitely improve significantly, and even awakening his Nen wouldn't be impossible.

Thinking of this, Roy unconsciously asked another question:

"Based on this ability, can you assist me in developing Nen?"

"read?"

"You haven't developed Nen yet? I remember the Zoldyck family has a tradition of Nen."

Bisky touched her chin in surprise and asked Roy a question with a hint of confusion.

"Well... the Zoldycks do have a lineage of Nen, but most of it is achieved by forcibly activating their Nen control..."

At this point, Roy paused, awkwardly circling the back of his head with his right hand, and said:

"I just don't want to use this method. In my opinion, this kind of mental awakening that can't be 100% safe is tantamount to suicide..."

"Suicide? If you're afraid of death, just say so. Why make it sound so sophisticated and unconventional?"

His tone was dismissive, yet his words hit the nail on the head.

Roy did not refute, and his expression did not even change.

He simply accepted the assessment calmly, as if it were a trivial fact.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Bisky raised an eyebrow but didn't continue to mock him.

She lowered her arms from her chest, gently tapped her chin with her right index finger, and entered a thinking mode.

"If you don't start reciting in this way, then you're preparing to start reciting naturally..."

"Yes."

Roy nodded, this time answering without hesitation:

"That's the method I'm prepared to use."

"Is that so..."

Biskey looked troubled.

She turned her head and her gaze fell on the buzzing incandescent light in the corner of the lounge. The filament glowed slightly red inside the glass shade, like a sleepy eye.

Naturally open your mind.

She mentally went over the word several times.

This was the first time she had ever encountered such a request... No, it should be said that this was the first time she had ever met a child who dared to make such a request.

It's important to know that if one wants to awaken Nen naturally, the person seeking awakening Nen needs to undergo at least a decade of consistent training and practice.

That's not a process that can be overcome by talent or cleverness alone; it requires extraordinary perseverance and patience.

Meditation, mindfulness, basic physical training...

Day after day, year after year.

In the quiet of the early morning and late at night, when no one is watching, feel the life energy called "qi" within your body, capturing it as if it were a wisp of smoke in the wind.

Then, after being able to perceive "qi," one must begin the basic training of "burning," which is igniting the flame of the mind and will, and is divided into four major elements:

The point is where the energy is concentrated.

The tongue allows the Qi to circulate throughout the body.

Refining enhances both the quantity and quality of Qi.

He can transform his aura into unique Nen abilities.

The four elements alternate, scorching the mind and forging the will, like quenching a piece of pig iron over charcoal fire, burning away impurities little by little and shaping it bit by bit.

This process can take anywhere from ten to twenty years.

Do you know how long it takes for mindfulness to naturally arise?

Bisky looked away and then looked at Roy again.

Her tone had lost its previous contempt, replaced by a serious inquiry.

"Know."

Roy's voice was soft, yet unusually firm.

"But I've been consciously working on these areas for the past six years."

His gaze did not waver; in fact, it became even brighter.

"Now, my physical body has also reached a critical point."

Bisky's gaze sharpened slightly.

She suddenly realized that the injuries on the boy's body, the muscles and bones that were on the verge of disintegration due to the use of "physical liberation," were themselves the result of an extreme and almost insane form of training.

"I feel like I'm just one step away from success."

Roy took half a step forward.

It wasn't that he got closer; he just adjusted his posture, yet it completely changed his aura.

He looked directly into Bisky's azure eyes, those silver-gray pupils held no hesitation, no confusion, only a pure determination that had burned away all doubts.

"Then you can enter the world of thought."