"No need to be tense," with his staff blade in hand and Yubashiri at his side, the boy walked calmly forward under the Golden Crow...
Elena adjusted the glasses on her nose and voluntarily made way for him, standing with Wutong, one on each side, behind Roy and Ging, falling five to six paces behind them.
"Finally, you've arrived." Ging stood tall, thrusting his fishing rod into the ground like a javelin, securely lodged in the rock crevice, showcasing his extraordinary strength.
"Actually, you didn't need to wait for me." Roy feigned ignorance of Ging's little display, brushing past the man's shoulder to sit by the cliffside, alone, cross-legged, his staff blade flicked like a fishing rod, a milky white Nen line emerged at its end, serving as a fishing line, swiftly spanning nearly a hundred meters into the water below... This mastery and manipulation of "Nen" clearly indicated a proficiency that seemed almost... effortlessly natural.
[Hint: The host's current Nenryoku form change level is: lv2 (584/1000)]
[Note: A modest achievement]
However... compared to swordsmanship nearing lv4 in the Bankai realm, it still fell short... Roy spoke over his shoulder to Ging: "Against Razor, your skill level means you won't need anyone's assistance."
Ging sat alongside the boy, chuckling, "Hookless Fishing? It's indeed a good way to refine your Nen ability."
He adjusted his hood, casting his eyes aside to size up the boy and leaned against the fishing rod, sharing a touch of nostalgia, "You don't understand, I... have never enjoyed being alone."
"Humans are social creatures, not magical beasts; solitary action... lacks meaning."
"Your son, Gon, doesn't think the same." Roy's sudden remark struck Ging like a sledgehammer, thudding against his heart.
The man looked at the boy, astonished, examining himself, his eyes gleaming with appreciation as he said to Roy, "Such a sharp En, I thought you were merely using it to locate swimming fish, but it seems you have the reading mind skill too, Zoldyck... truly lives up to its name."
'Reading minds... can he capture others' thoughts using En? This isn't recorded in any intelligence.' Behind Ging, Elena sensed the anomaly, consciousness submerged, directing her "Nen" to block the aura passing over her body. She cast a discerning look back at Roy, her gaze grave... drawing Wutong's attention to glance twice at him as well.
Noticing the placid expression, she quietly stood behind the boy like a steady rock, seemingly ignorant yet understanding everything, stealthily increasing his 'weight.'
"My grandpa told me to situate myself without using Zoldyck's name when out and about... saying that might make him unhappy..."
"Heh heh heh..." Ging suppressed his hat brim and chuckled quietly, "Which one? Is it the one-kill-a-day Zeno or someone else?"
Roy didn't answer, instead flipping a fathead fish akin to a small boat from the sea, larger than the flying fish Ging had just caught!
"It's a 'gluttonous whale,' rarely seen in shallow seas," said Ging.
The fathead fish surfaced, its massive silhouette casting broad shadows... the sunlight obscured...
Just as the boy asked, "Is it edible?"
Ging shook his head, "No."
"The texture is too coarse, it'd hurt your teeth."
Roy murmured slightly, released it back beneath waves, prompting a torrent, uttering calmly, "My younger brother's born soon, father insisted I be quick home, so... please make haste."
Ging: "Got a name yet?"
"Killua."
"Killua... just Gon's age," the man grinned, "they might become good friends in the future."
Become good friends, and then what? Accompany Gon to play the game about finding daddy with tadpoles?
Recalling the original work, where Killua and Gon underwent hardships searching for Ging, though there was a hope to train Gon, there was an enjoyment of his wicked humor.
Glancing askew slightly...
Ging felt inexplicably uneasy, rubbing his face, "Is there a problem?"
Roy retracted his gaze, simply changing the subject, "Tell me about the jailbreak, what do you want me to do?"
"Elena."
Receiving Ging's signal with a flick of golden pigtails, Elena immediately revealed the planned operation, thoroughly explaining it to Roy and Wutong.
To summarize....
"You just need to hold off Yin Da, giving me time to defeat Razor."
Ging stood tall, fishing rod shouldered,
The man gazed brightly at the boy, "Any issues?"
Roy, leaning on his staff blade, stood up, "You'll handle the repercussions caused by the jailbreak aftermath."
He extended his hand, "Pa~", clapping hands with Ging.
"Pleasure working together."
"Pleasure working together."
"Hu-la~" a sea breeze blew, ruffling hood and swaying floral earrings...
At six forty-seven in the evening.
A van marked with the divine character 'detained' braking suddenly, leaving long tire tracks on the road driving towards Tbilisi's district prison from Vibis suburb.
Hands, legs, chest, back, restrained by handcuffs, shackles, chains, firmly binding the man sitting quietly inside, eyes closed, face to face with an even taller, fluffy-haired man drowsily snoozing awake suddenly...
His head peeking through the window hear gunshots ring and a shout cracking the sky!
"Keep the prisoner guarded, someone's breaking them out!"
"Chhua~" as two van doors swung open,
On the road, two more vans squeezed the first in the middle, hurriedly spilling forth armed guards... Razor and Yin Da, instinct and vanishing amid noise, the former abruptly snapped open his eyes... narrow eyes squeezed into slits, keenly detecting a trace of unusual aura.
[Dream-Client]: Forcing hypnotize via "gaze" or "speech,"
Roy and his group blocked the way, their eyes shrouded in faint gray mist... under Ging's and Elena's bewildering gaze, without a single move, just commanding: "Sleep."
"Thud... thud..." One by one, the guards surrounding with guns, locked onto Roy's gaze, heard him murmur, feeling "drowsiness" rising like immense waves, dragging them into a boundless sleep sea, rolling eyes upwards one after another...
Collapsing to the ground like dumplings!
'Dreamscape or psychological suggestion... this forced hypnosis technique... hardly resembles En!'
Ging's eye gleamed, hand retrieved from his pocket and said, "Begin now, three still left!"
Razor... Yin Da... and another... as Ging spoke, a black curtain soared skyward before descending, promptly forming a black dome encasing the ground, enveloping Ging's, Roy's men, including the three vans.....
Evidently, this was performed by that third person... Nen ability!
"Young master," Wutong at Roy's side, pulling out his "endless handgun," "chhukh" flicking the gunbolt, voiced seriously: "Seems they're 'control type!'"
"Leave him to you." Roy noticed a large and small silhouette appear, behind them a shadowy-eyed prisoner barely discernible.
The boy, dual swords in hand, "clank" unsheathed, swiftly igniting, surged red, blazing towards that most burly figure towering ahead....
The giant's visage naive and clumsy, charged rather than retreating, likewise pounding a fist, enlarging instantly...