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Chapter 129
🕑 Added 2024-12-28 15:18:49 +0000 UTC“He surpasses you in talent, skill, and effort by quite a lot.”
“Am I really not better than him in any way?”
Hearing Morin mention his senior again, Luzurus couldn’t take it anymore.
Over the past year, Luzurus felt he had done well, but Morin constantly brought up his senior as a role model to push him.
This left Luzurus with the impression that he was inferior in every aspect to his senior, a man named “Kastro.”
Although they had never met, Luzurus had developed a deep impression of him.
“There is one thing.”
Morin nodded truthfully.
“I knew it!” Luzurus breathed a sigh of relief, a victorious smile spreading across his face. But the next second, his smile froze.
“In terms of family background and status, you absolutely crush him.”
Morin spoke candidly.
“What if we ignore my family background?”
Luzurus felt aggrieved.
“Then there’s no comparison at all.”
Morin struck him down mercilessly.
“So in your eyes, I’m completely worthless?” Luzurus roared in frustration.
“Then why did you take me as your disciple in the first place?”
“Naturally, it was because of your family background.”
Morin teased, half-jokingly.
Luzurus: “……”
Utterly defeated, Luzurus rolled his eyes and flopped dramatically to the ground.
In truth, when Morin had chosen Luzurus, it was indeed because of the eventual Succession War for the throne and as a gateway to the Dark Continent.
However, Luzurus himself also showed decent potential, enough to justify Morin’s decision to take him in.
“Alright, that’s enough talk for now. I’ve spent enough time here, and I need to deal with my own matters next.”
Before Morin finished speaking, Luzurus leapt up from the ground.
“Master, what did you just say? You’re leaving?!”
Luzurus’s face screamed disbelief.
Seeing Morin nod, he panicked instantly:
“No, Master!! I still feel like I haven’t trained enough! Please stay a little longer and teach me more!”
He flailed his arms, clearly distressed.
Over the past year, Luzurus had already come to see Morin as his true teacher.
Hearing that Morin was leaving, he couldn’t bear it.
“Alright.”
Morin patted his shoulder. “In my hometown, there’s a saying: ‘All good things must come to an end.’”
After calming Luzurus down, Morin noticed the lingering reluctance in his eyes and smiled:
“It’s not like we won’t see each other again.”
“You have my phone number. You can always contact me anytime.”
“A short separation is for a better reunion in the future. I think you can understand that.”
Luzurus fell silent, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag.
He understood the reasoning, but truly coming to terms with it was difficult.
“I’ve already taught you all the Nen techniques you need, and you know how to develop your abilities moving forward.”
“From now on, you’ll have to face everything here in Kakin by yourself.”
Morin withdrew his hand. “Not that I ever did much to help you in the first place~~”
“No, you’ve taught me so much!!”
Luzurus declared with conviction.
“Alright, we’ve said enough goodbyes. Let’s meet again someday.”
Morin waved a farewell gesture and retrieved the Transport Arrow from his treasure bag.
“You’re leaving this quickly?!”
Luzurus was shocked. “At least have a meal or a drink with me before you go, Master!!”
“If I do that, I might never leave.”
Morin joked as he said this.
“Well then, goodbye!!”
Whoosh!
The red arrow shot forward, carrying Morin as he vanished into the sky above the Kakin Empire.
“He’s really gone…”
Luzurus muttered around the cigarette in his mouth, feeling a sudden emptiness.
But soon, he shook off the feeling and steadied himself:
“Master is right. This separation is so we can meet again under better circumstances.”
“I need to pull myself together. The next time we meet, I won’t let Master look down on me. I’ll prove myself!”
“I’ll show him that I’m no worse than my senior!!”
True to his thoughts, after Morin left, Luzurus quickly cast aside his gloom.
He was soon filled with determination and resolve.
It seemed Morin’s presence hadn’t pushed Luzurus to excel, but his departure had ignited something within him.
If Morin knew, he would’ve laughed and cursed:
“Humans really are stubborn, hard-headed creatures.”
But as Morin flew across the sky, he was destined not to see this.
The red 【Transport Arrow} was aimed at its target—a spot where Pakunoda was.
Previously, when Pakunoda had been sick, she contacted Morin.
After a diagnosis revealed it was a viral infection, Pakunoda had been frustrated for days.
Now, nearly a year later, Morin’s visit to Pakunoda could be considered a sweet reunion after a brief absence.
Meanwhile, at the Hunter Association Headquarters...
“Yo yo yo, are there really only two new hunters who passed this year?”
Wearing a blue-striped white training set, Netero had appeared in the Chairman’s office—a rare sight. He examined the report presented by Beans.
Normally, Netero rarely set foot in this room. Day-to-day affairs were handled by Vice Chairman Pariston and Beans.
Only the most critical matters, such as the annual Hunter Exam arrangements and post-exam Nen ability assessments, required Netero’s personal attention.
“Are both of them Nen users?”
Netero stroked his beard and chuckled:
“That saves the trouble of finding mentors to teach them Nen. They’re already true Hunters.”
In the Hunter Exam, passing the exam was only part of the requirement. In the subsequent period, learning Nen was mandatory to become a fully qualified Hunter.
“Kastro and Shalnark, huh?”
Netero’s face lit up with a mischievous smile as if recalling something amusing:
“The examiners said both of them are exceptionally strong—stronger than some of the examiners themselves.”
“They’ve put even seasoned Hunters under pressure. It seems they’re truly extraordinary.”
From a stack of documents, Netero pulled out a red file labeled “Top Secret.”
The seal bore his own doodle of a grinning old man, making it clear:
This wasn’t an official Hunter Association document but Netero’s personal archive.
“I personally observed the final round of the exam. Those two, Kastro and Shalnark, were indeed impressive.”
“Notably, both seem to follow the orthodox Shingen-Ryu path.”
Netero opened the file.
“One is Enhancement, the other Manipulation. Their training aligns closely with the principles left behind by past Shingen-Ryu masters.”
“Although they’ve adapted their techniques to suit their needs, the foundations remain unchanged.”
Netero paused. “Beans?”
“Yes! The Shingen-Ryu teachings are all securely stored in the Association’s archives, without any leaks.”
“Recently, only Ging Freecss entered the archives two years ago after discovering an ancient gold vein.”
“I see…”
Netero murmured as he sifted through the documents. “Biscuit entered before that, correct?”
“Yes. When Biscuit achieved her one-star rank decades ago, she was granted an exception to access the archives.”
“Besides Ging and Biscuit… only Linne Oddeburg, the Gourmet Hunter, entered the archives. Everyone else has passed away.”
Beans, deep in thought, omitted one small detail:
In fact there was someone else who sneaked in undetected, though no evidence was ever found.
