In other words, Kuwah was not a combat-type person.
Compared to the straightforward, head-on fighting styles of Uvogin and Phinks, Morin preferred fighting in a way that let him deal with opponents effortlessly.
Since he possessed various special gadgets, if the day ever came when he truly had to face someone head-on, Morin still hoped to have a weapon worthy of bringing out.
After all, Doraemon's pocket contained quite a few weapons.
He had both firearms and cold weapons, earning him the nickname—the Weapon Master Who Destroys the Earth.
The most famous of them was probably... the M1917 Smith & Wesson pistol made in the Lighthouse Nation?
After putting away the pickaxe, Morin led Pakunoda and the others into that inconspicuous tavern.
At that moment, everyone in the tavern, from the owner to the customers, had basically fled without a trace.
Only a porcelain doll in a red princess dress remained, swaying her head from side to side with her back to them.
Her two little blonde braids swung back and forth, making her look exceptionally adorable.
"Is she the person Vice-Leader is looking for?"
Pakunoda stood beside him, quietly and intently examining the little girl facing away from them.
Setting everything else aside, the fact that she wore such an outfit and sat so openly in a town like this already said a great deal. Especially after Morin released malicious Nen and pressured many residents into fleeing, this little girl still sat there as steadily as ever. That could no longer be described as mere courage born of skill.
She genuinely did not take anything that had happened earlier to heart. She was completely unconcerned and utterly at ease!
Though she looked very young, like a cute little girl untouched by the world.
People from Meteor City would never judge someone harmless and nonthreatening based on the appearance they showed!
In Meteor City, the one thing one could never trust was another person's appearance.
Pakunoda did not underestimate her because of her petite frame. On the contrary, she remembered Morin's instructions from along the way.
Whenever uncertain, she had to use Ren to cover her entire body for defense, then use Gyo to observe her surroundings.
And just as Pakunoda finished doing all that—
"Your Gyo is pretty good, but you were still too slow."
A crisp, sweet female voice, like the song of an oriole, suddenly rang out.
The petite figure that had been facing away from them slowly turned around.
The voice had come from her.
"And judging by the degree of your Ren, you only opened your Aura Nodes and began learning Nen abilities recently, didn't you?"
She was clearly just a little girl of around thirteen, and her expression was clearly so calm.
Yet at that moment, Pakunoda felt immense pressure from her.
It was like causing trouble in class and being fixed with the serious gaze of an exceptionally strict teacher.
A bead of sweat quietly rolled down from her forehead.
"You came looking for me, didn't you?"
Seeing this, the blonde loli looked toward Morin, who stood there with a smile as though he felt no pressure whatsoever. She instantly understood which of the two was in charge.
She looked at Morin and gave a slight nod. "Your Nen training is not bad, though it can only be called average."
"Still, considering you've reached this level at your age, you do deserve some praise."
She calmly evaluated him, and when she mentioned Morin's age, a hint of approval appeared on her face.
Though she herself looked no more than a thirteen-year-old loli, she spoke with the air of an elder.
"To receive praise from Ms. Biscuit Krueger, I'm truly honored."
Morin smiled and offered a flattering remark.
That was right. This cute, petite loli before them was Biscuit Krueger, who had taught Gon and Killua in the original story.
And she was precisely the person Morin had been looking for.
Not being hot-blooded when you're young—can you still call yourself young?
Morin knew the theoretical knowledge behind advanced Nen applications such as Ken, Shu, and others like the back of his hand.
But when it came to actually applying them to training, Morin could only practice by following the textbook.
Those were paths anyone could cultivate, but everyone's circumstances were different.
Every Nen user's training methods were developed through their own exploration and were only suited to themselves.
Moreover, having methods was not enough. One also needed experience using them, as well as the ability to turn them into genuine combat power.
There was also the analysis of one's opponent in battle, adaptability on the spot, control over one's aura reserves and Nen, and so on.
Those things were not so easily acquired.
Either one slowly explored on their own, feeling their way across the river, accumulating such experience through battle after battle.
Or one found a master to teach them hand in hand.
As Morin had always said, even with his knowledge of the plot, he would never look down on any native of this world.
Especially in the world of Hunter x Hunter, where the intelligence of many oddballs was off the charts.
Morin believed that when it came to the study of Nen, having only roughly read the manga and watched the anime—
He definitely could not compare to the older generation of the Hunter world, who had studied Nen for who knew how many years.
And if one were to ask who in the Hunter world was especially suited to being a teacher, someone who could provide precise and incisive guidance in training—
Then the person Roan could think of was undoubtedly the senior expert of the Mind's Eye Style before him, whose appearance resembled that of a child but whose wisdom, experience, Nen power, and age were all extraordinary!
She looked like an adorable loli, but her actual age was fifty-seven.
Hmm.
By this year's count, she should only be forty-four.
Even at that age, she was more than worthy of being called a senior within the Mind's Eye Style.
Biscuit possessed tremendous strength and abundant practical teaching experience. She could be said to be the finest teacher in the Hunter world at this stage.
There was no second choice.
"You know me?"
Biscuit pointed at herself, then at Morin.
"Did you hear about me from someone?"
Logically speaking, she should not have had anything to do with a thirteen-year-old boy, and he should not have been able to reach her level.
"No."
Morin shook his head slightly, then took out the Finding Person Umbrella.
"I found your trail through a gadget materialized by a Nen ability. And the person I wanted to find was someone who could teach me Nen abilities."
Morin knew that before a veteran like Biscuit, who could see through even Hisoka at a glance, any lie would be useless.
Everything Morin said was true. He had merely concealed the crucial part.
"A product of a Nen ability?"
Hearing that answer, Biscuit lost interest. Her short little legs swung back and forth.
"Sorry, you've found the wrong person. I have no intention of taking disciples."
She pursed her lips as she spoke.
She had not taken disciples yet? Did that mean Wing had not become her disciple yet?
Thinking that to himself, Morin answered aloud.
"I believe that once you see my performance, you may feel like taking a disciple."
"Oh?"
Biscuit's lovely brows rose slightly.
Those confident words, bordering on arrogance and conceit, made her examine Morin a few more times.
"Young man, you're quite hot-blooded."
"If you aren't hot-blooded when you're young, can you still call yourself young?"
"That's true."
Biscuit paused, then smiled at Morin's answer.
"Young people these days are getting more impressive by the generation. Come to think of it, I'm getting on in years too."
She sighed as though lamenting the purity she had already lost.
Well, men were flowers at forty, while women were bean curd dregs at forty. Not to mention she was already forty-four...
"Fine. Even if you are impressive, and your talent is indeed good enough to catch my eye, but..."
Biscuit's beautiful eyes shifted back and forth before she blinked slyly.
"Why should I go through all that trouble to teach you?"
She spread her hands, wearing a teasing smile. "I'm living quite well on my own right now. Why must I add a burden like you?"
"A burden..."
Morin laughed helplessly.
She was already so old, yet still such a tsundere.
Morin could tell that Biscuit actually liked him quite a bit—well, strictly in terms of talent.
After all, Morin's physical age was only thirteen, yet he already possessed such Nen power.
Though they had not actually tested his abilities through sparring, Biscuit could still see Morin's exceptional qualities through her sharp eyes and years of experience.
To her, Morin might have caught her eye.
But as a senior, especially a female senior, taking on a male disciple—
She would not agree so easily.
"I have basically mastered Nen abilities already. If I participated in the Hunter Exam, passing would not be a problem."
Morin analyzed, point by point, what he could offer Biscuit.
"And for a Hunter to advance to Two-Star status, aside from achieving success in a certain field and leaving behind great accomplishments, they also need to cultivate an outstanding Hunter for the Association, right?"
"I think I should be able to help Ms. Biscuit fulfill that condition."
"You're quite confident."
Biscuit rested her chin in both hands, looking exceptionally cute.
"But in that case, I could just go out and casually find another female disciple with good talent to fulfill the condition. For example—
"The one beside you is quite good."
She deliberately glanced at Pakunoda.
Pakunoda, who had been silently listening to their conversation, had not expected the topic to turn to her.
Without thinking, she looked toward Morin.
And—
At that moment, Morin reached back and took out something that looked like a scroll.
"A small token of my appreciation. Please accept it."
These senior experts were all shrewd. Unless he brought out something worthwhile, they would not agree so easily.
"There's no Nen consumption..."
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