Ging had kept emphasizing how difficult God Script was to learn.
Partly, it was because the barrier to entry really was high, and partly, it was to prepare Moyu for disappointment.
Many people had poured countless hours and immeasurable effort into learning God Script, only to achieve nothing in the end.
They had given it everything they had, yet received none of the rewards they deserved.
That gulf between expectations and reality often broke people's spirits.
Others had invested enormous effort, only to barely reach the threshold.
So, strictly speaking—
Learning God Script demanded a great deal of effort for very little return.
You might think you could trade time and effort for results, but in reality, the gains did not justify the cost.
You could have spent five or even ten years raising your Nen techniques and abilities to an exceptional level. Instead, all you gained was an elementary grasp of God Script that barely improved your strength.
Yet Moyu was clearly determined to enter the world of God Script.
Ging had actually considered the possibility...
Moyu had most likely seen him use God Script in battle and, from that first impression, made that level his goal.
If so, that was a poor starting point.
Ging was not conceited, but as a matter of fact, no more than five people in the entire world could surpass his mastery of God Script.
It was an art that depended heavily on talent.
Hard work was merely the most basic requirement. Talent had always been what determined how far one could go.
But Ging could see that Moyu was prepared to devote a great deal of time to learning God Script, so he stopped belaboring the point.
What he needed to do now was guide Moyu swiftly and correctly to the door