The Moment of Insight: Rock and Scissors as One

Killua's body was sucked into the air.

Less than three meters separated him from the opening of the tube in Gray Moth's chest.

Lightning erupted wildly around him, but it vanished into the suction, swept toward the opening.

The harder he struggled, the faster it pulled him in.

"Killua!"

Gon roared and charged without a second thought.

He pushed off the ground, pouring all his Nen into his legs, and shot diagonally toward Killua like an arrow loosed from a bow.

The suction tugged at him. Every step forward took enormous effort.

Two meters.

One meter.

Gon thrust out a hand and seized Killua's ankle.

"Hold on!"

Killua grabbed his wrist.

Every muscle in Gon's body tensed. He planted his feet and wrenched Killua out of the center of the suction by sheer force.

They hit the ground and rolled several meters before stopping.

Killua gasped for breath, his back drenched in cold sweat.

A moment longer, and that tube would have sucked him straight in.

"Thanks." Killua pushed himself up, his voice still tight.

Gon said nothing.

He crouched on the ground, his right hand slowly curling into a fist, his eyes fixed on Gray Moth.

During that rush, the suction had torn at the Nen around his entire body.

He had felt it clearly—

The dense Nen of Stone Fist was drawn away fastest, and in the greatest amount.

But some of the sharp Scissors Nen that had slipped from his fingertips pierced the edge of the suction because it was so fine and keen.

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

Dense Nen got sucked away.

Sharp Nen could pierce through.

What if...

What if he wrapped Scissors Nen around the outside of Stone Fist like a blade?

It wouldn't matter if the outer layer was