Biscuit giggled for a while, then said, "My turn."
Everyone present, including Ging, had already experienced the soothing massage ability of her "Magical Beautician Miss Cookie," so she didn't need to explain much. She was done in less than a minute.
Then Biscuit stroked her left fist with the fingers of her right hand and said, "Actually, there's one more thing I haven't mentioned..."
"I feel like my aura is recovering, and my strength is returning. In a month or two, I should be back to how I was before."
"Maybe I'll have a chance to break through my limits at my age, just like Chairman Netero, and reach new heights."
Biscuit wasn't making baseless claims.
In the original timeline, when Chairman Netero fought the Ant King to the death, his memories went back to when he was forty-six. That was when he had just set himself the goal of throwing ten thousand "Thankful Fists" every day.
Years later, after the grueling practice of the "Thankful Fist" and the tempering of his mind, he underwent a transformation.
By his own account, that was when his Nen ability was at its strongest. But considering his personality, he might have been downplaying it to some extent.
Regardless, more than sixty years had passed since then. Netero was now around 120 years old, yet he remained a terrifying monster who towered over the Six Continents.
As Chairman Netero's disciple, Biscuit had the talent to make a breakthrough at a similar age. It wasn't all that strange, especially since she had never stopped training in Mind Source Style.
Still, she probably wouldn't reach Chairman Netero's level.
Ging rubbed his stubbly chin and said, "So, you're like an old tree sprouting new leaves, or a dead tree blooming again?"
Biscuit couldn't stand being called "old."