Kastro

Over the next few days, Oboro began to train Charles in a targeted manner. In addition to teaching him the cultivation techniques of Nen, he also taught him some combat techniques that were compatible with Charles, which were the external styles of martial arts, as well as two relatively simple breathing methods: static breathing and abdominal breathing.

In just a few days, Oboro couldn't teach much, and besides... the more he taught, the less Charles might be able to digest and understand it.

Long only taught him how to get started... how far he could progress in his training was up to him.

As the saying goes, the master leads you through the door, but the practice depends on the individual.

The two breathing techniques alone, along with a few combat skills and some knowledge of Nen, are enough to transform Charles... However, he still needs to hone his skills through battles in the Heavens Arena and integrate the techniques taught by Oboro into actual combat.

Oboro set a goal for him: first, continue to hone his skills in the Heavens Arena for one to two years, and then, once he becomes the leader of the arena, he can take the Hunter Exam.

This process may take longer, possibly three, four, five, or even six years... It varies from person to person.

However, a prerequisite for joining the Hunter Association is becoming a host.

The next day, Long went out to buy food.

Staying in the room all day instructing Charles is a rather tedious and boring thing.

He discovered that he didn't have the same temperament and interests as Wing and Biscuit. He preferred to be a hands-off manager, and if Charles didn't understand some key points of martial arts, he would get impatient if Oboro repeated them a few times... He felt that he wasn't a good master and didn't seem to be very competent for the job.

Anyway... it depends on Charles's own comprehension; he can learn as much as he can.

For a long time, Oboro has been surrounded by brilliant or highly skilled individuals. Suddenly teaching someone like Charles can feel a bit of a letdown.

If this were taught to Gon and Killua, the two kids would probably grasp it in no time.

That's the difference.

"Um?"

Long carried a plastic bag as he walked down the street, preparing to return to the Heavens Arena.

He was eating a piece of bread in his hand.

Suddenly, he stopped and noticed something interesting.

On the street ahead, Hisoka was stopped by someone.

The two seemed to be communicating.

Kastro is still alive! "Hmm... Could you move aside? I'm not interested in you right now..."

Hisoka glanced at the long-haired man in front of him, who had a serious expression, and smiled faintly.

"Agree to fight me!"

Kastro reiterated.

"Didn't you understand? You no longer have any redeeming qualities that interest me..."

Hisoka reached out, a playing card already between his fingers, his eyes gleaming with a wicked light. "Get out of the way..."

Hisoka released a hint of killing intent.

"Hey, killing someone in the street isn't good. Even if this fruit is rotten, you planted it after all. How can you just throw it away like that? You should at least find a place to bury it..." Suddenly, a voice interrupted their conversation. Hisoka heard the noise and knew it was Oboro.

Kastro also looked at the man in the suit who was walking towards them.

"Hehehe..."

Hisoka suppressed his murderous intent.

"Who are you?"

Kastro frowned.

"Don't worry about me..."

With a smile, Long stuffed the remaining half of the bread into her mouth and waved her hand. "How about I offer a suggestion? Since you want to fight him, why not find a secluded place to settle things privately? After all, your goal is to defeat him. As for revenge... don't waste your time."

Then, Oboro looked at Hisoka and said, "The sooner you resolve this, the better. If you don't agree to his request, he'll keep bothering you... It's troublesome, isn't it?"

"Hmm... that makes sense."

Hisoka nodded.

"I'll be the referee!"

Long volunteered.

After speaking, Hisoka took the lead and left, his meaning clear: he would do as Oboro said.

Kastro could also see that the person in front of him knew Hisoka... and since Hisoka had agreed, he had no reason to refuse.

He is confident that he can defeat Hisoka!

He glanced at Oboro, turned around, flicked his cloak, and followed Hisoka's footsteps.

Long took a bottle of juice out of the plastic bag, opened it, and slowly drank it, walking at the very back.

While it's described as revenge, there's actually no real animosity between Kastro and Hisoka. When Kastro first entered the Heavens Arena on the 200th floor, he lost to Hisoka in his first battle, but he gained three points from Hisoka, which made Hisoka particularly admire him and deliberately spare his life. Now, after two years of training, Kastro has challenged Hisoka again... But to say that the two have absolutely no grudges wouldn't be accurate.

Judging from Kastro's obsession with Hisoka, given Hisoka's character, he might have said some unpleasant things to him during that battle...

This is to provide some 'fertilizer' for the seed.

Kastro is very famous in the Heavens Arena. This time, he has returned and shown amazing combat power, and is known as someone who is close to the level of the Tower Master.

But in fact, his ability has already reached the level of a Tower Master... at least in the Heavens Arena above the 200th floor, in a relatively weak era of Tower Masters, he was capable of becoming a Tower Master.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to severely injure Hisoka in the original story.

Unfortunately, Hisoka now is not the same as in the original story.

It was precisely because of his increased strength that Hisoka lost interest in Kastro.

A weak opponent won't provoke this fruit farmer.

There's nothing particularly outstanding about it.

Since I'm just idling around anyway, I might as well add some spice and flavor to my life.

If Oboro hadn't appeared, he really would have killed Kastro in the street.

Half an hour later, the three arrived at a martial arts arena and paid to book the entire venue.

Charles was also specifically called out by Oboro.

When Charles arrived, Hisoka and Kastro had taken off his cloak, were standing facing each other... Oboro was sitting on a bench outside the arena, continuing to drink his juice.

"This is..."

Charles glanced at the two men about to clash, and his expression changed drastically.

As fellow Nen user of two hundred layers, he had heard of Hisoka and Kastro's names.

He had met Kastro before, and even watched his matches.

"Sit down and watch."

Long pointed to the empty seat next to him.

"Good."

Charles nervously sat down.

"Kastro is also Enhancement Nen user, and he's incredibly strong..." Charles said.

How long do you think the battle will last?

He asked in a daze.

"It will take at least half an hour..." Charles said hesitantly.

In his opinion, Kastro and Hisoka's strength should be roughly equal... It's rumored that Kastro was once defeated by Hisoka, but judging from their current performance in the Heavens Arena, they should be about the same. Besides, Kastro is Enhancement.

"I brought you here so you could observe this battle closely... This level of combat is rare for you. Your focus should be on Kastro, not to learn his strengths, but to find his weaknesses."

He sipped the juice.

A bloodbath?

Was it a fight to the death? Charles gasped; he had thought it was just a simple sparring match.

"You're also Enhancement, so you need to find out why he was killed... You won't have much time, maybe less than a minute." Oboro glanced at Hisoka's eyes and continued.

"Will Kastro die in less than a minute?" Charles swallowed hard. He trusted Oboro's judgment, but this result sounded too unbelievable. Was the difference between the two on the field really that great? After Kastro finished talking with Hisoka about the past, they ended their conversation.

Long put down the glass bottle containing the juice and laughed, "This battle has no rules, no points, and is purely about killing the opponent!"

"Now that everything is ready, let's begin..."