"Pointless?"
Uvogin and Nobunaga recalled the scene in the abandoned factory where Morin subdued his opponent effortlessly using his Floating Gun. Both nodded in agreent.
Nen abilities like Morin's, which rely on mystical tools with unpredictable effects, are truly frustrating to deal with—leaving one feeling utterly helpless.
While Uvogin and Nobunaga had never seen Morin fight seriously, they could tell from his aura and nen that he was anything but weak.
In fact, both had entertained the thought of sparring with him to gauge how far they were from being top-notch nen users.
But the idea of having to break through Morin's traps and tools layer by layer just to engage him directly...
"Forget it."
They simultaneously shook their heads inwardly.
Who knew how many strange and powerful tools Morin had at his disposal?
Even Uvogin, a battle enthusiast, found the prospect unappealing and even nauseating.
Asking Morin to put away his tools and fight barehanded would render the battle aningless—like asking Uvogin not to use his fists or Nobunaga to forgo his sword.
Nen is an extension of the user's skills; how could one deny its use?
Strength, trickiness, and the difficulty of an ability are part of the combat equation.
Whether a cat is black or white, if it catches mice, it's a good cat.
Likewise, any nen ability that proves effective in combat is a good ability.
But even with this understanding, Uvogin and Nobunaga had no desire to face Morin.
They wanted to grow stronger, sure, but not by intentionally making themselves suffer.
"I plan to head to the Heaven's Arena," Machi said, brushing her hair aside in a gesture that seed to conceal so hidden thoughts.
"It's the perfect place to et skilled opponents and refine my combat abilities."
You just want to earn so money through fighting, don't you?
Morin silently teased her in his mind.
"That sounds great!"
Uvogin's eyes lit up as he clashed his fists together. "I've been aning to check that place out!"
"Now that we have proper identification, we can register, right?" Nobunaga added, stroking his chin, which had begun to sprout so stubble. "There should be plenty of swordsn there, right?"
"What about you?" Machi turned to Morin. "Will you co with us?"
"I'll go," Morin replied with a smile, "but not now."
"What do you an?" Machi's tone remained steady, but her gaze showed she expected an answer.
"I want to see the world first."
Excitent flickered in Morin's eyes.
"This world is full of fascinating places waiting for to explore!"
"There are countless mysterious lands and magical creatures to discover and capture."
"If I could, I'd love to catch a dragon and see how it tastes in a stew."
Hmm... The Zoldyck family does keep dragons. Maybe I can ask them where they found theirs.
"If you cook one, save a piece," Uvogin chid in, ever unreserved when it ca to food.
Morin's ambitions seed entirely reasonable to him—at least more so than most from teor City.
"What about you, Pakunoda?"
Chrollo turned to the usually silent Pakunoda, who seed deep in thought.
"Will you join us?"
"...No."
Pakunoda's response surprised Chrollo slightly. She shook her head and then turned to face Morin.
"I plan to follow the vice-leader for a while."
Follow ?
Morin blinked, taken aback by her decision.
"Is that so?"
Chrollo's gaze shifted between Pakunoda and Morin before he nodded.
"You're not suited for combat, so I thought having you with us would ensure your safety."
"But if you're with Morin, I won't have to worry."
Chrollo's reasoning was simple: he valued the safety of his mbers. After all, he was a rational leader—a trait that made him both respected and feared.
Though technically, he was still just a thirteen-year-old boy—despite looking more like a high school student.
Machi's eyes darted between Pakunoda and Morin, her brow furrowing slightly in suspicion.
"You don't mind having soone accompany you, do you, vice-leader?"
Pakunoda crossed her arms, accentuating her already well-developed figure.
Morin silently repeated "Don't stare, don't stare" to himself. After all, Pakunoda was just a fourteen-year-old girl—a minor.
He wasn't like a certain rapper of a person who had no qualms about targeting minors.
But... fourteen years old and already so... developed?
No wonder Pakunoda later grew into such an imposing figure. If this early developnt continued, it explained her future confidence and her casual disregard for modesty.
"I don't mind."
Morin answered imdiately.
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