Healing at the Pool's Heart · Hold On, Baldy

A silvery-white glow drifted gently toward them.

It was the Abyssal Healing Spirit.

It had no face and made no sound. Just a ball of gentle light, it brushed against each of their wrists, then turned and slowly floated toward the center of the pool.

The message was clear: follow me.

They exchanged glances and followed.

The water was warm and came up just past their chests.

The moment they stepped in, the deepest traces of stiffness and strain began to melt away, little by little, like ice in warm water.

The tiny cracks buried so deep in their bones that no herb could reach them, the wear etched into their meridians by long exposure to gravity, even the cellular damage they had never noticed—all of it was gently smoothed over, filled in, and healed by the silver light.

There was no feverish surge of strength, no shock wave of a breakthrough, no new technique, and no sudden increase in Nen.

It simply felt good.

The comfort seemed to seep out from between their bones. It was as though they had returned to the day they were born: every muscle, bone, and meridian restored to perfect health, without a hidden injury or lingering risk. They felt light enough to float.

Saitama soaked with them for a while. It felt pretty nice, but after two minutes he got bored, climbed out, and squatted by the edge to play with the water and watch the fish swim.

They soaked for about two hours.

The Abyssal Healing Spirit's light dimmed a little. It gave a gentle wobble, signaling that they were done.

Gon was the first to leap out of the water. He clenched his fist, his eyes shining.

It didn't hurt anymore.

Even after his visible injuries had healed, exerting himself had