Time passed slowly, yet quickly. Oboro's first performance was unremarkable, causing no ripples.
He was neither responsible for opening nor closing the show, merely warming up the stage during the performance gaps, so naturally, there was no pressure.
Since he started performing, the idle Hisoka took over his chores, starting to be responsible for the troupe's logistics, such as... washing clothes, organizing props, etc.
One performance after another, gradually... the Moritonio Circus began to make a name for itself in Glam Gas Land.
The troupe's livelihood improved a lot.
And Oboro, besides rehearsing during the day, was also constantly training himself at night.
Even though he was under the same roof as Hisoka, he didn't hide it anymore. When the time came, he would get up and leave directly.
He was frantically squeezing his rest time.
Of course... doing so also made his training results particularly significant.
...
At night... in a secluded park in Glam Gas Land.
Oboro was crawling on the ground with sandbags tied to his limbs and heavy objects on his body... His clothes were already soaked through, and sweat kept dripping from his face onto the soil.
After crawling back and forth a dozen times, he began to use his hands and feet to climb trees barehanded.
Then, according to the system's teaching, he began to strike the tree trunks...
Each set of exercises was completed strictly according to the system's arrangement, without the slightest negligence.
Unknowingly, a glimmer of dawn appeared on the horizon.
Finally, Oboro, who stopped, unloaded the equipment on his body and panted heavily, his mouth dry and tongue parched.
His chest rose and fell like a bellows.
"The strength and flexibility of the body... Judging from the values, they have been honed almost enough. It's time to start practicing the methods of martial arts." After calming his breath, he spread out his calloused palms, revealing a satisfied smile.
At this time, compared to a month ago, he had undergone a transformation.
This change was amazing!
The most obvious thing was that his body had clear lines, his physique was more solid and sturdy, and his whole person was bigger... At first glance, he was no different from an adult.
Even a glance at this figure could make others feel the power contained within.
It is almost impossible for outsiders to believe that one can have a strong physique in just over a month!
However, he did it.
Besides the role of the system... Oboro believes that a large part of the reason is related to this world.
After all, this is not Earth... The living environment and power system are different.
There are freaks everywhere.
Moreover, his current flesh and blood level is only amplified to a degree that is not commensurate with his age, and it is still far from the ultimate physical body.
But in a short period of time, he is already very satisfied with this kind of growth.
"It seems that my body... at least in terms of physique, has some talent and potential..."
"Compared to traditional training methods, the system's teaching can be called a devil's teaching idea... Although it is extremely painful and torturous, the effect of specialization is obvious, all essence!" Oboro felt that... as long as he has the system, he has a clear direction to move forward.
In addition, he is familiar with the plot and can profit from it well, which is equivalent to adding wings to a tiger on the basis of getting twice the result with half the effort!
Taking off his soaked clothes, Oboro's muscular body was emitting wisps of heat in the night.
His body temperature was very high.
"It's about time..."
Oboro said a sentence, just as he stepped forward, his pace suddenly stopped.
In front of him, a familiar figure was sitting on a park bench, with his legs crossed, "Going back?"
Hisoka!
"When did you come?"
Oboro frowned.
"I've been here for a long time... It's just that you were too focused on your training and didn't notice me."
Hisoka stretched, "I can't sleep either, it's boring to be alone..."
"..."
Oboro was silent.
This feeling of being peeped at is not good.
Especially... when the person peeping is Hisoka, it always makes him feel a little creeped out.
"Hey..."
Hisoka tilted his head, propping his cheek with one hand, his smiling eyes slightly opened, his tone different from usual, "You seem to have something on your mind... I always feel like you're shouldering something... You're different from the others in the troupe. As a friend, I wonder if I can have the honor of listening to your secret? Maybe... I can help..."
As soon as the word secret came out.
Oboro's eyes turned cold, he grinned, and stared at Hisoka fearlessly, "You really want to help me?"
After spending this time together, Oboro was also somewhat familiar with Hisoka's personality.
This guy is definitely not so kind... Saying he wants to help is more like... wanting to dig out some 'bait' that can make him have fun.
Mainly... he knows too much about this guy's nature.
"Of course."
Hisoka laughed lightly.
"Okay... can you go die?"
Oboro said word by word.
"Are you angry?"
Hisoka raised his eyebrows.
Oboro ignored him and strode away.
"Don't be so ruthless... Don't worry, I'll keep your secret."
"I hope you understand... you and I are just colleagues, not friends."
"Hmm... I understand, I understand."
Hisoka slowly caught up, responding very perfunctorily.
.....
"I object! Moritonio... actually taking in that kid of unknown origin!"
"Hisoka is different from Oboro and Abaki. Oboro and Abaki can at least be of some use in the troupe and are very obedient... As for Hisoka, although that kid always has a smiling face, I always inexplicably hate him when I look at him!"
"Don't be like that, Borizoi... You also know that I was just a thief disguised as a shoemaker back then. Besides, haven't you also been homeless and even slept in public restrooms?"
In a room, the leader was sitting on the sofa, discussing something with one of the troupe's main members.
The man called Borizoi was a fat man with a comical hairstyle and exaggerated clothing, very much in line with the image of a circus.
"That was a long time ago, besides... we have now received an invitation from Royal Glam Gas Land, which is extremely important to us! It may even make us famous overnight and completely resonate throughout Yorbian Continent... In addition to the mayor, there are many nobles among the guests... They are very strict in reviewing the qualifications of performers! What if... I mean what if, because of that Hisoka, the invitation is cancelled..."
Borizoi snorted.
"The Royal Glam Gas Land show will be held in two months, it's a bit redundant for you to worry about these things now."
The leader interlocked his fingers, comforting him.
The fat man wanted to say something more, when Moritonio's eyeballs under his glasses turned and glanced at the two figures appearing in the upstairs corridor.
It was Oboro and Hisoka.
The two boys stood side by side, one expressionless and the other with a smile.
Obviously, some of their conversation had been heard by them.
"You really aren't likable at all... even after being in the troupe for so long." Oboro said lightly, with his hands in his pockets.
"There's no way... these people have too much hostility towards me."
Hisoka smiled gently, not taking it to heart.
"You should look for the reasons in yourself." Oboro pointed out impolitely.
"I really envy you... everyone takes such good care of you."
Hisoka looked at Oboro's profile, as if he didn't understand the meaning of his words at all.
"Behind you..."
Seeing that Borizoi wanted to continue speaking, the leader coughed, reminding him.
The fat man paused, turned his head, and finally saw Oboro and Hisoka.
Hisoka, facing the former's gaze, bent over, put his arm on the railing, waved, and said enthusiastically, "Your performance just now was amazing!"
"Hmph!"
Hisoka's praise didn't seem to be appreciated by Borizoi. Instead, he spat lightly and got up to leave.
"Oh dear, did I interrupt you..."
Hisoka didn't look at the fat man, but looked at the leader knowingly and asked.
"Hisoka..."
Moritonio looked up and suddenly asked, "Do you know magic tricks?"
Oboro's heart tightened.
As a Nen user, the leader's observation is undoubtedly meticulous... Although Hisoka hides it very well, he has been watching the performances of other troupe members, and... from some daily behaviors, it can also be seen that Hisoka is different from ordinary people.
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