Night split the world in two.
One half was the bustling Plit Town, the other the desolate and silent Shanni Village.
Hisoka walked into laughter and cheer, while Moro stood with his back to birth, aging, sickness, and death.
Then Moro suddenly shuddered.
It felt as if some ghost behind him had fixed its gaze on him, an utterly inexplicable sensation.
Moro frowned slightly, thinking of the utterly defenseless Nen user inside the mud-brick house.
After hesitating for a moment, he decided against barging in directly.
"Focus is a good thing, but too much of it can be harmful. People like you don't live long..."
Muttering to himself inwardly, Moro quietly left without alerting even a single village dog.
After leaving Shanni Village, Moro found a suitable observation point.
Two enormous boulders lay side by side there, leaving a person-wide gap between them. A long, narrow stone rested horizontally atop them. From afar, it looked like a bizarre stone doorway.
Moro leaned against the rock, tilting his head slightly as he looked through the gap between the boulders toward the distant village, where only a few lights remained.
He intended to wait for the female Nen user to come out, then make contact with her alone.
The following morning.
Dewdrops covered the blades of grass, and a hazy morning mist permeated the air, close enough to touch.
After quite some time, the morning mist gradually dispersed.
Moro stood motionless beside the boulders like a statue. The "Ten" around him was like a silent river, steady and tranquil.
But when Moro opened his eyes and moved, a ripple suddenly appeared within that stable aura.
When training "Ten," one only needed to calm one's thoughts and center one's mind for aura to enter an extremely stable state.
Stillness brought stability.
This was