This woman's intuition really was exceptionally sharp.
"Nothing like that."
Mog shook his head, then slowly stood up under Biscuit's slightly surprised gaze.
"We still need to find our companions, so we won't disturb you any longer, Senior Biscuit."
After exchanging that bit of pleasantry, Mog left with Nobunaga, who had said little and been observing everything.
"He actually just left like that?!"
Biscuit watched as Mog's figure gradually disappeared into the crowd, a thoughtful look finally flashing through her eyes.
"Though we happened to meet here in Heaven's Arena, there's no guarantee he didn't use some unusual ability—something like his [inventions]—to track me down."
"And he seems to know quite a lot about me. There's a very high chance he came specifically for me."
"More precisely, he came for my guidance and instruction..."
Mog and the others may indeed have come to Heaven's Arena to train and make money, just as he had said.
After all, that fellow named Uvogin and Phinks fought in an incredibly crude manner.
At a glance, they looked like street thugs brawling, relying entirely on brute strength.
Along with the forceful enhancement they gained after opening their Aura Nodes and learning Nen.
They had not brought out the essence of Nen, nor fully utilized the advantages of their own bodies.
In Biscuit's eyes, that style of fighting could not have been any rougher.
Of course, Biscuit was already used to it.
There were far too many fools in this world who never even got through the door, or promising talents who were buried because they never received proper guidance.
For the most part, she merely watched them calmly from the sidelines.
Unless...
They were truly dazzling uncut gems, brilliant enough that she could not easily look away. Otherwise, Biscuit would not casually interfere with