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193 HxH: The Strongest Assassin
🕑 Added 2024-12-20 06:03:01 +0000 UTCKaizen briefly explained his intentions, his tone calm but resolute.
Silva remained silent for a moment before responding.
"Alright, but Killua can't be left without backup for too long."
"I can arrange that," Kaizen assured. "I have team members who can fill in. One of them has reached the level of a C-rank Nen user, and another possesses a unique ability."
"Very well," Silva nodded.
Kaizen exited the room and quickly sought out Nina and Sally, two of his trusted allies.
"Nina, Sally, I need a favor."
Both women turned to him, alert and ready.
Kaizen produced a photograph from his pocket.
"I'll be away for a while, and during that time, I need you to ensure this person's safety."
Sally squinted at the photo and asked, "Who is this?"
"He doesn't know me," Kaizen replied. He didn't elaborate on their connection but chose not to lie either. The truth was, at this point, the person in question—Killua—had no idea who Kaizen was.
"Got it," Nina said, exchanging a glance with Sally.
Kaizen handed them the location details. Once they were prepared, he contacted Silva to confirm the arrangements.
"Silva, it's all set," Kaizen reported.
Silva, observing from a distance, had already noticed Nina and Sally. However, they hadn't sensed his presence—an indication of the gap in their abilities.
"Good," Silva said, his tone approving.
With everything in place, Kaizen left Heavens Arena and made his way to a remote location on the outskirts of the city. An abandoned factory stood in solitude, surrounded by overgrown weeds and a palpable quiet.
It wasn't long before Silva joined him.
"Uncle Silva," Kaizen greeted.
"Let's begin," Silva replied.
"Alright."
Kaizen felt a sense of relief. In such an isolated place, he could unleash his full strength without worrying about drawing unwanted attention. With Silva standing guard—an A-rank Nen user whose prowess was second to none—Kaizen felt entirely secure. Few in the world could match Silva's might, and even the infamous Phantom Troupe would think twice before challenging him.
As Kaizen focused his aura, Silva observed closely.
"Impressive," Silva muttered. "For a Specialist to reach this level in less than two years… it's beyond extraordinary."
The Zoldyck family, notorious for their prodigious talent, often left others in awe. Yet here was Kaizen, a true anomaly even by their standards.
Silva's gaze shifted momentarily toward Heavens Arena. Killua was still there, undergoing his own trials.
"I wonder if Killua will ever reach this level," Silva mused. "Kaizen's talent surpasses even Illumi's… and mine."
He fell silent, refocusing on Kaizen.
Kaizen, meanwhile, closed his eyes, summoning all the knowledge and training he'd accumulated. When he reopened them, his determination was sharp and unwavering.
"Coagulate!" he commanded.
A surge of aura enveloped Kaizen's body before rapidly converging toward his fist. It condensed further, intensifying with every second.
Silva watched, impressed. Even the surrounding environment seemed to react—the nearby grass flattened, insects scurried away, and the air grew heavy with pressure.
Kaizen recalled a similar scene from his past life, when Gon concentrated his aura during the Battera player selection. At that time, Gon had no defined Nen ability and simply channeled raw power into his punches. Even so, the force had been devastating.
Kaizen knew that Enhancers like Gon often developed specific Nen techniques, despite claims to the contrary. Phinks had Ripper Cyclotron, Nobunaga had his sword-drawing technique, and even Gon eventually created his signature Jajanken.
Yet here, Kaizen aimed for something greater.
"Absolute Focus!" he commanded.
All of Kaizen's Aura Nodes, save for those on his fist, shut down completely. His aura funneled into a singular point, akin to water pouring through a narrow spout. The energy grew denser, fiercer, and far more concentrated.
"Entangle!" Kaizen whispered, weaving his aura into an invisible net around his fist. The net constricted, forcing the energy to compress even further.
The effort was immense. Beads of sweat formed on Kaizen's brow as the sheer intensity of his power began to distort the ground beneath him. A sunken crater appeared, forming a hemispherical depression.
Yet Kaizen pressed on. He welcomed the challenge, knowing that true progress came only through struggle.
Silva watched, a rare smile playing on his lips. "This boy… he's chasing perfection."
Kaizen's aura, now compact and pulsing, radiated an oppressive energy. The ground beneath him trembled, and the air itself seemed to hum with power.
"Just a little more," Kaizen muttered, his voice strained but determined.
Comments
Nieus The God Of Magic
Fair enough lol
Benoît Valtin
to avoid misunderstandings, I would like to point out that he is the translator, not the author.
Nieus The God Of Magic
This chapter seemed a little short but still awesome thank you for the chapters author-san
