Training entered its twentieth day.
The atmosphere in the estate's training ground was suffocating.
Gon used Rock-Paper-Scissors against the boulder again and again. After eight consecutive Thirtyfold Spinning Rock-Paper-Scissors strikes, his right hand shook violently. Pain like torn muscle spread up his arm, leaving him unable to throw another punch.
He shook out his numb arm, frowning.
"Still eight. No matter how much I practice, I can't get past it."
Not far away, blue arcs of electricity sprang from Killua's fingertips. The current gathered into sharp Electric Needles that stabbed the same spot on a wooden post over and over.
The post was riddled with holes, but after sustaining the attack for a short while, his fingers began trembling beyond his control. The charge inside him had hit his body's limit.
"More Lightning Bananas won't help. The limit hasn't budged," Killua muttered.
At the center of the grounds, several golden Chains whipped back and forth, binding and crushing wooden posts. Kurapika already had enough Chains. His real bottleneck was that handling multiple targets at once threw his control into disarray. The Chains tangled with one another, and his reactions could not keep pace with his attacks. After several attempts, he stopped, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow.
Leorio stood in an open area and punched the ground. A yellow-green fist of Nen burst into existence in the distance and slammed into a training dummy. But he could launch at most five Ranged Impact Punches in succession before his aura rapidly ran dry, sending the power of his subsequent attacks into a steep decline.
The four stopped training one after another and sat at the edge of the grounds, frustration written on every face.
"I'm training as hard as I can. Why can't I break through?" Gon scratched his