It had taken two months to reach the threshold of God Script, followed by another year of dedicated practice.
Even so, Moyu still could not draw God Script with pure aura. He had to rely on ink or other objects to carry its power.
Moreover, he still could not reduce the preparation time to under thirty minutes. With such a lengthy setup, there was nothing convenient about it.
To improve on that, he could only keep putting in the time.
It was little wonder God Script was so difficult to popularize. The art was a bottomless pit.
Rather than study God Script, one might as well learn the Nen technique En.
Both demanded thankless effort, but learning En was far easier than learning God Script.
Still, Moyu's thinking was simple. He did not expect to reach Ging's level, but he at least wanted to ensure he could use it in a variety of ways.
To that end, Moyu had spent most of the past year improving his proficiency at drawing God Script, hoping to drastically shorten that thirty-minute preparation time.
His painstaking efforts had naturally yielded results, though they were hardly noticeable.
His current goal was to bring the preparation time down to under three minutes.
Once his skills had improved further, he would try honing the technique of drawing God Script with aura.
At this stage, however, instruction no longer offered much benefit. All he could do was slowly polish his skills over time.
Ging had been through it himself and understood that perfectly.
And so, one night about six months earlier, Ging had suddenly disappeared, leaving only a note saying he was going home for a visit.
Just as Ging knew there was little point in staying to teach him, Moyu knew Ging might leave at any moment,