Fine. Morin figured that even if he cultivated Nen as powerful as Netero's, he might not be able to sustain the activation and use of the Super Strong Bomb.
"First, I should improve my own strength."
Morin silently made up his mind.
Only with strength did one have the capital to survive in this dangerous world.
And Nen ability was the foundation of strength.
The ability to manipulate life energy—freely controlling the life energy released from one's body, commonly known as aura. The force used for attack or defense was called Nen.
Learning this technique was also a requirement for becoming a true Hunter.
Nen could be trained through Ren, one of the Four Major Principles. Anyone could potentially learn it.
Therefore, to prevent it from being exploited by evil forces, it was usually not a technique revealed to others lightly.
The Four Major Principles of Nen training were as follows:
Ten stabilized the aura flowing throughout the body. In battle, the strength of Ten equaled one's defensive power against Nen attacks.
Zetsu constricted and sealed off all aura and presence, making one's existence faint. While in Zetsu, one's defense against Nen attacks approached zero.
Entering Zetsu while exhausted helped restore physical strength.
Ren released the aura refined within the body outward all at once through the Aura Nodes, producing more aura than usual.
Hatsu was the culmination of Nen ability, freely manipulating and utilizing one's aura.
In other words, one developed a special move-like Nen ability according to one's own circumstances. Everyone's ability differed.
There were also many schools in this world that practiced Nen. The most mainstream was Shingen-ryu, promoted by the Hunter Association.
And these
Four Major Principles
were essentially content summarized by Shingen-ryu
that was suitable for every beginner of Nen ability.
But that was only the beginning. There were also advanced Nen techniques afterward, such as Ken, Shu, and Ko.
Even someone with extraordinary talent would find it difficult to comprehend, master, and skillfully use them alone without the guidance of an excellent teacher.
"Although I have the Four-Dimensional Pocket Nen ability, I absolutely can't shut myself away if I want to grow stronger."
In the world of Hunter x Hunter, where Nen abilities had existed for who knew how many years, Morin was not arrogant enough to think that merely watching the anime made him vastly superior to everyone else.
Although he had the advantage of foreknowledge, people like Netero and Zeno Zoldyck had a far deeper understanding and comprehension of Nen.
"But with superpowered gadgets from the twenty-first and twenty-second centuries, surpassing them won't be difficult!"
Morin did not belittle himself either. His gaze gradually firmed, brimming with confidence.
The First Gadget!
Besides, Morin had originally wanted to see what category of Nen ability his Four-Dimensional Pocket belonged to.
But looking at this bare room—so miserable even rats would cry and leave, without so much as a cup or water—he could only give up.
"Let's first see what gadget I can draw from today's check-in."
Morin immediately immersed his consciousness into his Nen ability.
The Four-Dimensional Pocket was filled with a hazy gray expanse, its area seemingly boundless.
Morin also discovered that aside from storing gadgets here, it could serve as an enormously spacious storage space.
After all, Doraemon's
Four-Dimensional Pocket
could hold anything. It was itself a gadget for storing things.
With a thought from Morin, something strange immediately appeared before him.
It was a rectangular object resembling a brick, with black spots on top.
"Draw!"
"This is... Translation Jelly?!"
Back in reality, Morin took the soft, floppy object out of the Four-Dimensional Pocket and held it in his hand.
To Morin, the sequence of immersing his mind in the Four-Dimensional Pocket, drawing a gadget, and taking it out seemed to take some time.
But in the outside world, it happened in only an instant.
The moment the Translation Jelly appeared, he recognized the gadget at first glance.
This little thing appeared so often that it was almost in every Doraemon movie.
Gadget: Translation Jelly.
Effect: Translation. It was often used when one could not understand another person's language or when speaking a language other than one's native tongue, solving language-related problems.
This was Morin's own summary when organizing the gadgets.
Generally, one only needed to eat it. Then one could understand all sorts of strange languages, whether foreign or alien, and communicate with their speakers.
The same effect applied not only to spoken language, but written text as well.
Of course, it had one drawback: one piece of Translation Jelly could correspond to only one language.
Translation Jelly was used most often in Doraemon's feature-length stories. It appeared in at least eight or nine movies, including "Nobita and the Haunts of Evil," "Nobita and the Castle of the Undersea Devil," and "Nobita and the Birth of Japan."
When facing underground dwellers, undersea people, space people, sky people, and the like, Doraemon had to eat a piece of Translation Jelly every time he encountered a new race.
But its flaws did not outweigh its merits. For Morin right now, this gadget was precisely indispensable!
"The world of Hunter x Hunter is filled with that ghost-scribble kind of writing and language. If I had to learn it from scratch, I might not even manage it."
Morin shook his head and directly put the Translation Jelly into his mouth.
At the same time, his Nen power and aura reserves decreased somewhat.
Every use of a gadget consumed the user's Nen power and aura reserves, and the method of using Translation Jelly was to eat it.
"This Nen ability has two main restrictions for me. One is that I can only randomly draw one gadget per day, and I don't know its function beforehand. The other is the Nen power and aura reserves consumed when using it."
As Morin chewed the Translation Jelly, he reflected on and summarized his first use of his Nen ability.
"There's nothing I can do about randomness. That depends on luck, but I can learn the functions of every gadget I draw."
"In other words, my only real restriction is that using gadgets consumes Nen power and aura reserves."
"Then, could I strengthen one restriction as the price for weakening another?"
"In other words, the so-called Restraints and Vows..."
As Morin pondered, he had already eaten more than half of the square Translation Jelly in his hand.
Come to think of it, this Translation Jelly actually tasted pretty good. It was soft and glutinous, like taro.
And there was plenty of it. It was filling.
After Morin ate more than half, he felt somewhat full.
Just as he swallowed the last piece of jelly and prepared to study how to increase his Nen power, strengthen his aura reserves, and establish related Restraints and Vows—
A sudden creak sounded.
The old wooden door of this shabby yet not filthy room gave an ear-piercing groan as it was pushed open.
A Pink-Purple Haired Girl pushed open the door and walked in.
"You're awake?"
She asked flatly, her face completely expressionless.
There was not even the slightest emotional ripple in her beautiful golden eyes. They were like a calm lake undisturbed by any wave, clear and tranquil.
"Yeah."
Morin answered calmly on the surface.
But inwardly, he let out a huge sigh of relief.
Thank goodness. The Translation Jelly really worked—I can understand her!
Morin began sizing up the girl before him. It seemed she was the one who had rescued him from the garbage pile.
The girl before him was petite, around eleven or twelve years old, with a pretty head of short pink-purple hair.
Her eyebrows were thin, her nose and mouth delicate, and her eyes were an unusually rare gold—large and spirited.
She wore a white outfit resembling a judo uniform, though its lower half was styled as a short skirt. Under it, she wore black fitted shorts that extended even farther than the skirt.
Normally, staring at an eleven- or twelve-year-old girl could easily lead to misunderstandings.
But for one thing, Morin's current physique and age were not much greater than hers.
And for another—
"Why does she look more and more familiar?"
Morin muttered to himself inwardly.
Machi!
"This was traded for your clothes."
As though noticing Morin's puzzled gaze, the Pink-Purple Haired Girl folded her arms, pointed at her white clothes with a finger, and looked at Morin calmly.
"My clothes?"
Morin was slightly stunned before finally realizing.
The clothes he had been wearing when he transmigrated here were gone.
In their place was a thoroughly tattered hemp garment.
It was wearable, but the holes in it were rather large.
If it got any worse, he might as well head into the wild and keep company with cavemen and Tarzan.
"Traded for my clothes?"
Morin looked at the Pink-Purple Haired Girl before him. The sense of familiarity in his heart grew stronger, while a figure in his mind gradually overlapped with her.
Then he thought of his current surroundings, the barren land he had seen after transmigrating here, and the mountains of garbage...
"Where is this place?"
Morin swallowed lightly and asked the girl.
"Meteor City."
The girl brushed her short hair back and replied calmly.
"Meteor City?"
Morin murmured, "As expected."
"I really landed in quite a place."
Meteor City was a dumping ground located north of the European Continent in the Hunter world.
As early as fifteen hundred years ago, it had been designated as a garbage dump. Any country was allowed to discard anything here.
Garbage, corpses, infants, industrial waste... anything considered useless could be thrown here.
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