Dawn had just broken, and faint morning light rolled across the sea of clouds.
The entire Essence Grass field was shrouded in morning mist. Blue-green fluorescence drifted through the air, and divine herbs stood silently everywhere—breathtakingly beautiful, yet governed by an overbearing, unsolvable rule.
After last night's deductions, everyone had reached a complete understanding.
To pick the Sky Essence Grass, brute force was useless, technology was useless, and going alone was useless.
There was only one way to break the impasse—
Two independent consciousnesses had to be completely united, breathing, moving, and touching in perfect millisecond-level synchronization.
As long as it was controlled by a single consciousness, no matter how many limbs it had, how fast it moved, or how powerful it was, the Essence Grass would inevitably carbonize and destroy itself the moment it was touched.
Early that morning, everyone gathered and began hellish synchronization training.
Genos stood to one side, keeping his highest-precision scans active throughout.
The margin of error was measured down to 0.01 seconds. Any minute lack of synchronization would be precisely captured by the data.
The training groups remained unchanged.
Main group: Gon and Killua. Their coordination was the strongest, and they would lead the breakthrough.
Reserve group: Kurapika and Leorio. They would serve as backup and refine their coordination.
Saitama squatted atop a massive tree root nearby, holding freshly picked sweet berries as he chewed and watched.
Out of boredom, he had just tried picking the grass with one hand, with both hands, and by touching it with his left and right hands at the same time.
The result had been exactly the same.
As long as it was controlled by his own consciousness alone, no matter how he touched it, it withered instantly.
He had thoroughly figured out the grass's fussy rule as