Will There Be Enough Time?

How important was combat instruction from a first-rate Nen user...

Moyu had experienced it firsthand.

Get up, fall down, get up, fall down...

The longest he had lasted was six seconds.

It was a very short time, but the upside was that it did not drain all of his Latent Aura at once.

And every time he was knocked down, Biscuit pointed out his mistakes and, based on his ability type, taught him how to respond in all kinds of situations.

This thorough post-battle review and guidance benefited Moyu immensely, invisibly allowing him to accumulate crucial experience.

Thinking back on Light's instruction now...

All he could say was that comparisons hurt.

An hour later.

The endless cycle of fighting had finally drained Moyu's Latent Aura dry.

Exhausted and aching all over, he lay on the ground like a dead fish.

"At this rate, you still think you can last until dawn?"

Biscuit was neither flushed nor out of breath. With her arms folded, she put on a disappointed look.

"I'll rest for a while. I'll be fine soon."

Moyu spoke weakly.

This was an exceptionally precious opportunity, so he had to hold on until dawn.

After all, with Biscuit's mercurial Transmuter personality...

Whether he would ever receive her instruction again remained unknown.

If he asked Biscuit for guidance next time, she might very well refuse this thankless, exhausting task with some excuse like, "I want to read Playboy."

Perhaps sensing Moyu's intense determination, Biscuit let out a soft breath and rested a hand against her forehead as she thought for a moment.

"Just thinking about getting to see the latest issue of Playboy tomorrow night puts me in an unexpectedly good mood. Hehe, I'll cut you a break this time, but only this once!"

Suddenly, pink aura as substantial as