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021 (Vol 2) HxH: Tombbound Power
🕑 Added 2025-01-31 06:01:05 +0000 UTCRazor's Nen affinity is primarily Emission, but he also possesses notable skill in Manipulation.
The eight humanoid beasts, each marked with a number from 0 to 7, are constructs of Razor's Manipulation ability. He further utilizes Emission to control and command them.
Nen is rarely confined to a single category. Even Gon's Jajanken incorporates elements beyond Enhancement: his punch is primarily Enhancer-based, but his palm incorporates Emission, and his scissors rely on Transmutation.
Sticking to a single category makes it easier to be countered.
Razor's Nen ability, "14 Devils," speaks for itself—his power allows him to manifest various humanoid Nen beasts.
While this is speculative, one confirmed fact is that Razor's humanoid Nen beasts can merge and separate at will.
For instance, if humanoid beast No. 6 merges with No. 7, they form humanoid beast No. 13, drastically increasing in size and strength.
This ability to combine and separate in real time provides incredible combat versatility, making it a formidable Nen ability.
"Are these seven humanoid beasts similar to clones?"
A fellow Manipulator observed Razor's Nen beasts and the concentrated aura surrounding each one, his expression turning serious.
As someone with beast Nen abilities, Goreinu felt the weight of Razor's technique more than most.
An expert can gauge skill from a single move.
Goreinu's ability also creates beasts, but his are orangutan-like Nen beasts rather than humanoid ones.
Though the number of his Nen beasts increases as his power grows, they lack Razor's agility.
His orangutan-like beasts do possess a unique spatial ability that allows him to swap places with them, but they rigidly follow orders and lack the ability to speak.
The No. 0 humanoid beast manifested by Razor had already assumed the role of referee and began explaining the game's rules.
"...These are the basic rules of our dodgeball game. Any questions?"
Just as the No. 0 humanoid beast finished explaining and the match was about to begin, an obnoxious fat man, who had already been picking fights with Killua, jumped in again.
"Ha! That guy isn't that scary! We have champions from Battle Olympia here—there's no way Razor will ignore our strength!"
The fat man, Bopobo, continued egging on the other criminals, all of whom wore clown hats. With a burn scar on his forehead, his already menacing face twisted into something even uglier.
However, he failed to notice that the other criminals had started edging away from him.
"What are you afraid of? Now's the perfect time to escape while they're distracted—"
BANG!
Before he could finish, something slammed into his forehead.
HISSSSS—BOOM!
The impact sent Bopobo flying. His massive body skidded across the floor, the friction causing an unbearable screeching sound, before finally embedding into the wall. His arms dangled limply.
He was dead.
"Did you really think the worst consequence of breaking a contract was that you wouldn't die? Or did you assume that once the game started, I'd be too busy to deal with you?"
Razor ran a hand across his face, feigning frustration, but his smirk was anything but friendly. His gaze landed on the rest of the criminals, making them tremble where they stood.
"Didn't anyone warn him about the consequences of violating the contract?"
"W-We told him…!" one of the criminals stammered, gulping audibly.
"Good. Then this has nothing to do with you."
Silence fell.
The criminals broke into violent nodding, like chickens pecking at grain, looking disturbingly eager to show compliance.
Two of them hesitantly stepped forward to retrieve Bopobo's body.
After pulling his bloated corpse from the wall, they recoiled at the sight—his head was completely missing. Their teeth chattered as they struggled to keep their composure.
Razor was usually lenient. Even past executions had been carried out with less… intensity. What was different today?
Neither dared to ask. They simply carried Bopobo's headless body away, their movements stiff with fear.
The onlookers were stunned.
They had assumed Razor was simply trying to intimidate the criminals, but his demonstration hadn't just been for them—it was also a message to their opponents.
"Alright. That settled my temper. Now I'm back to normal~"
Ronnel observed Razor closely. He understood that Razor had killed Bopobo not just because he broke the contract, but because Razor needed to release the tension and excitement bubbling within him before the battle.
Otherwise, it would have affected his performance.
Bopobo had simply thrown himself in front of a loaded gun at the worst possible moment.
"Hah… It's been so long since I've fought an interesting opponent. I was starting to lose my edge~"
Razor cracked his neck, steadying himself into peak condition—just as Gon stepped forward.
Their exchange revealed the nature of Bopobo's crime and cemented Razor's recognition of Gon as Ging's son. It also stirred old memories of his former comrade.
"If you meet my son, don't go easy on him. Go all out."
Ging's words echoed in Razor's mind.
He looked at the determined boy in front of him, chuckled, then shifted his gaze.
"Alright, Ging. I'll do as you said. But before that… I have a more interesting opponent to deal with."
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