Starting as a Gadget Master from Hunter x Hunter

If the opponent is truly a master beyond even his capabilities, then just bring out the Gourmet Tablecloth and order a hundred cans of Pickled Scale Fish!

Both were on high alert, focusing intently, when a rough male voice suddenly rang out from outside the door:

"Hey! Machi, are you in there?! "

Hearing that voice, Machi's sharp gaze instantly relaxed.

009 Uvogin, Nobunaga

"I'm here."

She slowly lowered her fine threads.

This action indicated that the person outside was someone she knew.

However, just in case someone was disguised or holding the person she knew hostage to deal with her, she didn't let down her guard.

In this dangerous Meteor City, anything could happen, so being cautious was never too much.

"If you're in there, then open the door. It's me, I'm not being held hostage, I'm not disguised. The proof is that there's a dumb swordsman next to me who can't even kill a chicken with a knife."

"Find me a live chicken in Meteor City! If you can, I'll chop it right in front of you!"

"Oh, so you're saying you can't even kill a chicken."

"You've never even seen a dead chicken, what kind of crap are you spouting here, you bastard!"

The rough male voice clearly knew how to indicate whether his current state was safe.

It was just that his choice of words might have angered his companion, as the two began to argue outside.

Hearing these familiar tones and the sounds of their bickering, Machi finally let down all her defenses and stepped forward to open the door.

"Stop arguing, Uvogin," Machi said calmly. "You come in too, Nobunaga."

Uvogin and Nobunaga walked in, still grumbling.

"There's someone else?!"

Only after entering did the two realize that besides Machi, there was another guy in the room.

He was craning his neck, curiously sizing them both up.

"Is this Uvogin and Nobunaga when they were young?"

With that incredibly conspicuous afro and the appearance of a wandering samurai, it was hard for Morin not to recognize them.

When Hunter x Hunter's Chrollo recalled the early days of the Phantom Troupe's formation, the characteristics of these individuals were so distinct.

Uvogin had darker skin, a noticeable black afro, and a tall, sturdy build with strong arms and legs, though far from the imposing physique he would later possess.

Nobunaga had a straight braid tied on his head, his features were surprisingly delicate, and his skin was very fair.

Nobunaga and Uvogin were like two extremes; he looked like a pretty boy, and who knew how he would end up looking like a decadent middle-aged man years later.

This was Morin's first impression of Uvogin and Nobunaga, and he could only sigh again at the terrifying power of time.

"Machi, who is this guy?"

Uvogin asked nonchalantly, picking his nose and pointing at Morin.

He didn't seem to have any particular opinion or apprehension towards Morin.

The mere fact that Morin could be in Machi's room and standing there unharmed, and that Machi could open the door for them as casually and safely as usual, was enough to explain the situation. Uvogin didn't trust Morin; he trusted Machi's safety awareness.

Since Machi felt it was okay for Morin to be in her room, Uvogin felt it was okay too.

Although he appeared rough on the outside, he was quite perceptive despite his demeanor.

As for Nobunaga, he sized Morin up from head to toe, stroking his chin and thinking somewhat enviously:

"He's even more handsome than I was back then."

"His name is Morin. He's staying with me temporarily."

Machi said, then looked at Morin and pointed to Uvogin and Nobunaga:

"Uvogin, Nobunaga."

Although the introduction was brief, the fact that Machi bothered to introduce them meant that the other party was also fine.

"What are you guys doing at my place?"

Machi asked.

She had some complaints about Uvogin and Nobunaga disturbing her study of Nen ability knowledge.

"You're one to talk."

Uvogin, who had been observing Morin, immediately became displeased upon hearing Machi's question.

"Didn't we agree a couple of days ago to go to the landfill together today to look for things?"

Uvogin said indignantly, "You're late, Machi!"

Machi: "...I think there was something like that."

She patted her forehead with her hand.

She had indeed made plans with Uvogin and Nobunaga to act together today.

However, she was so dazed by Morin's series of actions that she forgot about it.

As a result, she failed to arrive on time as scheduled.

Uvogin, being the most punctual person, particularly disliked tardiness and broken promises.

"Aren't we just worried that something might have happened to you, Machi?"

Nobunaga smoothed things over from the side, "After all, you've never been late or backed out of a prior commitment. We specifically came to check on the situation."

Machi shook her head, "This was indeed my fault."

Nobunaga waved his hand, smiling, "It's fine, we were just worried about you."

Uvogin beside them also lifted his head.

"Thank you."

Machi's heart warmed slightly.

"Alright, since you're okay, let's go then."

Uvogin, being impatient, said and was about to walk out.

"If we wait any longer, someone might snatch up all the good stuff. Today's the day the garbage trucks come, so many people will be there. Let's move it." He didn't forget to turn and look at Morin, "Hey, you, what's your name, Morin? I happen to have a spare protective suit. We can discuss the size and stuff later, just wear this for now."

Uvogin was quite friendly. After Machi introduced him and he deemed it okay, he started being boisterous.

"Um?"

Morin, whose name was called, asked Uvogin, "Are we looking for something specific at the landfill?"

"Of course, it's daily necessities!"

Uvogin looked at Morin as if he were an idiot, while gesturing to Machi with his eyes:

This little brother you picked up doesn't seem to have all his marbles.

Machi pursed her lips at Uvogin's glance, folding her arms and watching with interest.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Nobunaga beside them noticed something.

"It seems like you've had quite a good haul these past two days, Machi!"

Nobunaga stepped forward, walked to the table, picked up the bowl that Morin and Machi had used for their meal earlier, and examined it closely.

"I've never seen such a fine bowl before. All the ones at my home are tattered."

He marveled as he admired it.

This was a bowl that the Gourmet Tablecloth produced along with the food.

"A single bowl like this could be exchanged for a lot of black market currency."

The speaker meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart.

These words landed in Machi's ears, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

Right, I can't take the food out; it'll just get torn to shreds.

But these leftover bowls and plates, if I'm careful, they should be fine, right?

It's not like anyone would eat the bowls and plates too, would they?

Instantly, Machi began to ponder and calculate again, wondering how much she could sell them for.

"Stop talking about all that nonsense,"

Uvogin said impatiently, "Let's go already."

"Just a bowl like this can be exchanged for a lot of black market currency?"

Morin stepped forward, smiling.

"Yes."

Nobunaga nodded, "Only the elders can use such fine things. We just need to exchange some for black market currency to fill our stomachs."

As if seeing a reflection of his own dashing and handsome self from a few years ago in Morin, Nobunaga was quite happy to chat with him.

"Is that black market currency stuff tasty? Doesn't it smell a bit weird?"

"It's definitely not tasty, but it's cheap to exchange for, and a small amount can fill your stomach."

"It's quite practical."

Uvogin:

So I'm just that insignificant, being completely ignored like this?

He was a little frantic. "Hey, you two..."

"I'll treat you to a meal."

Morin interrupted him again.

"Consider it my treat for our first meeting."

"You're going to treat us to a meal?"

Uvogin didn't get angry this time and grasped the main point.

"You're treating? Then let me make it clear beforehand, I won't hold back."

"That's exactly what I want. Don't hold back."

Morin smiled. "Eat as much as you can. I'll get upset if you don't eat your fill."

"Is that so?"

Uvogin instantly stopped being angry. Morin's attitude suited his taste.

He grinned. "Then bring on the black market currency, and I'll make sure to eat it all up."

"Black market currency?"

Morin chuckled and shook his head. "I can't offer black market currency for my treat."

"Oh?"

Uvogin and Nobunaga raised their eyebrows.

Machi, who was watching the commotion, chimed in, "He has something better than black market currency."

Something better?