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Chapter 51
🕑 Added 2024-11-28 07:36:38 +0000 UTCAfter confirming the effects of the spring water, Bisky’s tone became uncharacteristically gentle.
After all, this tool was the key to reclaiming her youth!
“It’s nothing,” Morin said, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a smile. “It just uses up a lot of aura.”
A tool like the Age Fountain Rope, with its extraordinary effects, naturally came with significant energy consumption.
After filling just three cups of the spring water, Morin felt his aura reserves nearly depleted. Without his prior vows and restrictions, his aura wouldn’t have even been enough to produce a single cup.
After all, this was practically a causality-reversing tool that manipulated time and the human body.
“Just aura consumption…” Bisky had initially assumed the tool required a much higher cost.
If it was only aura, then compared to its effects, the trade-off was exceptional—practically a bargain!
“Are all Nen abilities in the Specialist category this ridiculous?”
Bisky had encountered many Specialists before. Their abilities were often more intricate, unique, and extraordinary than those of Enhancers or Emitters.
But a Specialist like Morin, whose ability was this exceptional yet not overly draining, was a first for her.
Not to mention, Morin’s innate talent was remarkable, and his personality was well-suited for surviving in their harsh world.
Moreover, the benefits she’d already reaped from him—the treasure map, the spring water…
Bisky cleared her throat. “Your abilities and aura control are quite good, but they’re still far from perfect.”
Feigning the demeanor of a master polishing an uncut gem, she continued, “As a qualified and responsible Hunter, I can’t just let a young person like you stray down the wrong path.”
“So, I’ve decided to test your potential over the next little while.”
Worried her eagerness might seem too obvious, she quickly added, with a hint of tsundere pride:
“Of course, if you turn out to be disappointing, my attitude might not be so pleasant!”
“I understand~”
Pleased with his answer, Bisky nodded.
“Then, from now on, I’ll need your guidance, Master Bisky,” Morin said with a smile.
“Guidance is no problem,” Bisky said with a wave of her hand. “But don’t call me ‘Master’—doesn’t it make me sound old?”
“Then what should I call you?”
“Just call me by my name—Bisky, Bisky Krueger.”
“Got it. I’m Morin, and this is Pakunoda. She’s a Specialist too, so we’ll both be relying on your training.”
“Another Specialist, huh?”
Bisky glanced at the quiet Pakunoda with mild surprise.
Still, since she had already accepted so many treasures from Morin, training another wasn’t much trouble.
Thus, Morin’s objective for this journey was successfully achieved!
“Let’s head out. There’s a desert canyon outside this town, filled with fierce beasts. It’s an excellent training ground.”
“Right now?” Morin asked, startled.
“Of course!”
The rejuvenated Bisky, now a year younger, felt a surge of vitality coursing through her. It wasn’t just in her head—her legs no longer ached, her back felt strong, and her entire body brimmed with energy.
It was as if she had returned to her prime!
“Stop dawdling!” she snapped. “Nen training requires years of hard work to achieve even minor success. You’re at the peak of youth—don’t even think about slacking off!”
At her insistence, Morin packed up his tools and, along with Pakunoda, followed Bisky out of the small town.
Before long, the trio arrived at the desert canyon, marking the start of their rigorous training under Bisky’s guidance.
Bisky’s Training Regimen:
“Your aura wrapping is all wrong! You’re not using Ko when you should, and you’re misusing it when you shouldn’t! This shows poor judgment—redo it!”
“Your defensive moves are slow and rigid. There’s no fluidity! If an enemy strikes, you’d be injured 100% of the time.”
“Are your reflexes and coordination broken? I aimed at your left shoulder—why did you dodge with your right?”
“Are you an idiot? Use more than just your eyes—engage your ears! Do you think your senses are just decorative?”
“Your movements are too excessive! They may look barely decent, but they waste energy and throw off your balance.”
“Your reactions and execution aren’t in sync. Speed it up! When I extend my finger, call out the number immediately. Too slow—half a second late. That’s 500 push-ups!”
Thus began their grueling, transformative training journey.
