Hunter: I’m Really Not a Mind Remover

Rumble——

There were bursts of thunder from the sky.

The rain was getting heavier, and strings of raindrops fell on the messy wires above the alleyway, breaking like bubbles and falling downwards.

Moyu raised his head, facing the rain falling from the sky, and looked at the narrow sky cut by wires.

It may not be a better thing for him to teach Kurapika the ability to think, but it will definitely not become a worse thing.

Moyu was staring at the hazy sky, and Kurapika was staring at Moyu.

The power called "thought"...

Once you learn it, you can step into the world of the man in front of you.

Nian is also an indispensable weapon against spiders.

Kurapika's eyes were like the sky above the alley.

Narrow and hazy.

Since that day——

His world has become so narrow that only revenge and finding the eyes of his tribe are left.

Apart from that, there is nothing more important, and at the same time, I am ready to go to hell.

"The rain is getting heavier."

Moyu retracted his gaze towards the sky and said calmly: "Let's go, first find a place to take shelter from the rain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Moyu did not continue the topic, but turned around and walked out of the alleyway.

Kurapika followed Moyu quietly.

The two of them walked dozens of meters one after another and saw an umbrella in their hands on the edge of Xiaodi Lane.

When seeing Moyu and Kurapika, Xiaodi's other hand showed bright telepathy, and instantly materialized into a bulging-eyed fish.

Kurapika saw this scene in his eyes and his pupils shrank slightly.

Xiaodi glanced at Kurapika, and then ordered to the bulging fish: "Umbrella."

"Chirp!"

The eyes of the bulging-eyed fish turned, and it opened its mouth and spit out an umbrella.

Moyou looked over, and a shadow suddenly appeared and rolled the umbrella into his hand.

"Just an umbrella?"

After getting the umbrella, Moyu looked at Xiaodi slightly strangely.

Before coming here, he remembered to ask Xiaodi to prepare three umbrellas.

Xiaodi removed the bulging-eye fish, tilted his head slightly, and said seriously: "There are two handfuls."

As she spoke, she gently shook the umbrella in her hand.

Moyu smiled helplessly, probably knowing what was going on, and just ignored the topic, and then put the umbrella into Kurapika's hand.

After doing this, in front of Kurapika, he used his shadow to condense a dark umbrella, holding it in his hand to cover the rain falling from the sky.

Kurapika saw this and silently opened the umbrella in his hand, feeling waves in his heart.

He couldn't wait to know the whole story of "Nian".

after an hour.

A martial arts school in Baiying City.

Moyu booked this place, but to be more precise, Fiona provided it to him for free.

I vaguely remember that Fiona's goal is to spread martial arts, so most of the money she earns is invested in the construction of martial arts gyms.

And this martial arts gym is one of Fiona's dreams, which is convenient for Moyu who comes to Baiying City.

"It's very quiet here. As a training place, it's okay."

Moyu crossed his arms and looked at Kurapika, who was wearing light clothes in front of him, and said, "If nothing else happens, we will stay here until you learn the basics."

"Um."

Kurapika had no objection.

The place of practice is not an important thing to him.

Moyu turned his head and looked at the calendar on the wall of the training ground.

About a month has passed since the end of the hunter test. I wonder if others have also embarked on the path of practicing telekinesis.

Putting away his meaningless thoughts, Moyu turned around and looked at Kurapika again, saying: "Be mentally prepared. The practice style I adhere to will be a hundred times harder than you imagine."

"Just what I wanted."

Kurapika looked serious.

He has to go to Youkesin to meet Xisuo on September 1st. Strictly speaking, there is not much time left for him, only about seven months.

If you don't know how long it will take to master the ability of Nian, and the time is very limited, then you can't place your expectations on talent. Hard work is the only way.

"Then let's get started."

Moyu said calmly.

This is where the introductory training for Kurapika begins.

The early training method was nothing special, it was mainly to instill some basic Nen knowledge into Kurapika.

Kurapika is so talented that he can remember everything Moyu said once, so this stage is over quickly.

"Remembering this knowledge does not mean that you have understood it."

Moyu gave a timely reminder.

Kurapika nodded, indicating that he understood.

Moyu smiled slightly and raised his right hand, with a shimmering telepathy glowing on it.

"So, are you ready?"

"Um."

"Relax your body."

Moyu's right hand, which gathered a small amount of telekinesis, slowly pressed against Kurapika's back.

The moment his telekinesis touched his back, Kurapika tensed up his body reflexively, but soon tried his best to relax under Moyu's reminder.

Then——

Kurapika could clearly feel a warm current seeping into his body from his back, and then spreading towards his limbs.

It felt like a trickle of water flowing throughout his body. It couldn't be said to be comfortable, but he could feel an inexplicable peace of mind.

It seems that as long as this warm current stays in the body, there is no need to worry about harm to the body.

But the next second, the trickle suddenly turned into a rushing torrent.

Kurapika looked slightly shocked, and suddenly opened his eyes, only to see that he was already in a bright light.

The light was like a torrent, constantly spurting out in all directions with his body as the center point, and he could vaguely feel that something in his body was draining away at a constant speed.

"Is this 'qi'..."

No need for Moyu to remind him, Kurapika quickly closed his eyes and began to try to control the Qi that was rapidly losing from his body.

Moyu watched quietly from the side.

Opening up your thoughts is the fastest way to enter the world of thoughts.

It's just that this method relies heavily on talent.

Moyo believed that Kurapika's talent was not weak, and there was no problem in adopting this simple and crude method.

soon--

It only took Kurapika less than a minute to master Matoi naturally.

The energy that originally surged like a torrent gradually stabilized under his control, wrapping his body tightly.

"very good."

Moyo looked at Kurapika's calming energy and said, "Now, think back to the feeling when your sperm hole was forcibly opened just now, and then recreate that state."

"..."

Kurapika nodded and closed his eyes again.

After a few seconds.

He struggled to open the sperm holes in his arms, then his legs, then his torso and head...

When all the sperm pores are opened, the Qi in the body boils again.

Although the technique looks extremely unfamiliar, it can still be regarded as completing the process from "tangling" to "practicing".

At this moment, Moyu's voice sounded in Kurapika's ears: "Completely close the sperm hole."

Kurapika was startled.

After barely mastering "mattering", you must learn to "practice" according to the situation, and then directly connect to the training of "zetsu" without giving you time to breathe.

This eager approach is different from the step-by-step approach that Moyu said before.

But Kurapika still obeyed what he was told, still closing his eyes, and began to try to completely close his sperm hole.

It just didn't succeed, but it made the transition from "practice" to "tangle".

"Do it again."

Mo Yu's voice without any ripples came over.

Kurapika adjusted his breathing slightly and tried to open his sperm hole again.

Courtside.

Xiaodi looked a little surprised when she saw this scene.

Is it a little too hasty to start such a high-intensity training as soon as I think about it...

Come to think of it, Xiaodi would not interfere with Moyu's teachings.

Time passes slowly——

After practicing for ten minutes, Kurapika collapsed from exhaustion. He didn't even have the strength to raise his eyelids, and fell into a deep sleep.

Moyu sat cross-legged next to him.

Half an hour later.

Moyu shook Kurapika awake and asked him to continue his training.

Although Kurapika was still very tired, he did not complain at all, strictly abided by Moyu's request and continued to practice.

Moyu saw Kurapika's performance in his eyes and nodded secretly, but his mind drifted to the abilities developed by Kurapika in the original work.

If Kurapika's obsession is not so strong that he wants to "send the Phantom Troupe to hell personally", then with his intervention, there is no need to set up a krypton life restriction like in the original work.

"Let's take a step and see."

Moyu thought silently in his heart.

Compared with the development of mindfulness ability, the foundation is also very important.

On top of the martial arts training ground.

Kurapika practiced the four major skills he had just learned over and over again.

Fall down tired, fall asleep, get up, continue...

Just keep repeating like this, like a robot, not tired.

After being exposed to Nen, Kurapika longed for power more than anyone else.

"The obsession with revenge...may be good or bad."

Moyu looked at Kurapika who was sweating profusely, and said to himself: "Under the influence of Nian, this level of obsession may make you do many things against your will, but now it can speed up your growth rate."

It is almost foreseeable that Kurapika will be under the influence of this obsession and telepathy, and thus embark on a path full of blood and bones.

Such a choice is definitely not Kurapika's nature.

Just because he has an extremely heavy yoke on his shoulders, he has to do this.

Moyu will allow Kurapika to grow rapidly under the influence of this obsession, but he will not watch Kurapika go down this path to the end.

Sky Arena.

Inside the competition venue, the cheers from the audience almost lifted the ceiling.

"Tumbler! Tumbler! Tumbler!"

The vast majority of the audience shouted Hisoka's title in the Sky Arena with excitement on their faces.

The title obviously sounded quite funny, but under the excitement of the audience, it actually created an aura that made people look at it.

On the stage.

Hisoka faced the countless gazes coming from all directions and walked towards the distant passage with an indifferent expression.

On the ring behind him lay a lifeless man.

This man was Hisoka's opponent in this match. Because he failed to arouse Hisoka's interest in the battle, he died in the ring.

Hisoka walked into the passage amidst deafening cheers and suddenly looked tens of meters ahead.

There, there was a figure leaning against the wall of the passage.

With the faint light, Hisoka could vaguely see the figure.

The figure was petite, with long pink hair tied back by a hairband.

Due to the lighting problem, Hisoka couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

However, after walking a certain distance, Hisoka saw the other party's bright blue eyes and confirmed the other party's identity.

The visitor is the third member of the Phantom Troupe, Madge Cormacini.

"Marge, are you waiting here specifically for me?"

Hisoka was quite surprised, there was undisguised ambiguity in his words.

"So be it."

Ma Qi had a cold face and didn't care about Hisoka's ambiguous tone, or she just ignored it.

Hisoka smiled and said, "Then, do you want to have dinner together?"

"Not interested in."

Madge coldly rejected Hisoka's invitation, and then directly stated her intention: "The order has been changed. All members must gather in Fandi City before April 1st."

"oh?"

Hisoka's eyes changed slightly, and he pretended to ask in an indifferent tone: "Then the previous Youxin City order is considered invalid?"

"right."

Ma Qi said expressionlessly: "But the leader said...if we are still alive before August 30, the invalidated order will take effect again."

"That sounds really scary."

Hisoka had a faint smile on his face.

Ma Qi glanced at Hisoka's eyes and said: "The leader attaches great importance to this gathering. There is a high probability that it will be a collective action in the future. If you don't come this time, the leader will go find you personally. You will be responsible for the consequences." .”

"Really~~"

Hisoka's eyes narrowed slightly.

Ma Qi didn't care about Hisoka's reaction at all, and said coldly: "One more thing, don't deliberately ignore the 'Change of Orders' text message sent to you. I don't want to come to inform you in person like today."

"SMS message about change of orders?"

Hisoka raised his hand to rest his chin and asked doubtfully, "Have you ever sent me such a text message?"

"Stop pretending."

Madge frowned, but she didn't want to waste any more words and walked towards the exit of the passage.

Hisoka looked at Madge's back and said with a smile, "It's also possible that I wanted to see you too much, so I subconsciously ignored the text message you sent."

"Next time, I won't mind sewing your mouth shut for free."

Madge stopped and looked back at Hisoka with cold eyes.

Hisoka shrugged and spread his hands, and suddenly asked: "Fandi City, why does it sound familiar?"

"..."

When Ma Qi heard this, a trace of sadness flashed deep in her eyes.

Fandi City is the place where Nobunaga, Knight, and Finks were buried in the past few years.

Hisoka looked at Madge who was suddenly silent. He did not continue to delve into the problem of Vandi City. Instead, he suggested: "Aren't the two of us dropping by? Do we want to go to Vandi City together?"

"That's right."

Madge raised her eyes and said expressionlessly: "But I don't want to have anything to do with the name 'roly-poly'."

"..."