Let Me Make You Understand with My Fists...

It had only been two months since they last met.

Moyu's Ren was no longer as clumsy and immature as when Light had first met him. Instead, it was at the level of someone who had trained for several years.

The overall shape of his aura shroud was remarkably solid and stable, with almost no signs of aura breaking free or leaking out.

What exactly had Moyu experienced over these past two months?

Light was bewildered by Moyu's growth.

Proficiency in Nen techniques...

If one wanted to improve, one could only proceed steadily, accumulating progress over time and building upward bit by bit from the foundation.

So no matter how absurd Moyu's talent was, it should have been impossible for him to grow to this extent in such a short time, right?

Unless Moyu had gone without sleep or rest for the past two months and focused solely on training Ren?

If that were the case, perhaps it could be done.

But was something like that even possible?

Stunned by Moyu's training progress, Light had inadvertently guessed a fact rather close to the truth.

Cookie-chan's month-long personal massages had indeed compressed Moyu's sleep time to an extremely low level and drastically reduced the recovery time between training sessions.

Looking at it that way, it would not have been wrong to say that he had gone without sleep or rest for two months.

Not to mention that Moyu had also had the training buff granted by Perception at the time.

It was precisely because Light had witnessed Moyu's initial stage that seeing him again after two months left him so unsettled.

Even though he kept trying to convince himself by reminding himself of Moyu's monstrous talent, he still found it hard to believe.

Light struggled to compose himself.

He guessed that