Chương 86: Biscuit's Lessons

"Aren, you little brat. Are those movements supposed to do anything? What, are you trying to look cool?"

"Aren, you little brat. Your aura flow is so stiff. How did you even develop your abilities? Are you already eighty years old? Princess Anna's corpse was less rigid than you."

"Aren, you little brat. Your reaction is slow and stiff. No wonder someone got close enough to cut your throat."

"Aren, you little brat. Use your whole body to sense, not just your eyes. Did you lose your nose, ears, and skin? Feel the movement of the air."

"Aren, you little brat. Use Gyo. Then give me five hundred push-ups."

"Aren, you little brat. I told you to shape aura into numbers from one to ten on your fingers. What are those crooked things? Even Neon writes better than you."

"Aren, you little brat..." That was the sentence Aren heard most often over the next week. More than a week had passed since the Princess Anna incident. Biscuit had honored her verbal agreement with Aren and begun teaching him Nen techniques and theory. At first, she was genuinely shocked. Judging by Aren's performance on Mount Helion, he should have been a powerful expert. But his foundation was so bad that even Biscuit struggled to believe it. It was not only his Nen foundation.

His combat awareness was terrible as well. In Biscuit's eyes, Aren did not even seem like someone who had come out of Meteor City. Aside from being able to use advanced applications, everything else about him was that of a complete beginner. In only one week, Biscuit found at least seventy or eighty small mistakes. That delighted her. Every time she caught one, she used it as an excuse to mock him. Aren was so angry he nearly ground his teeth, but he could not refute her. Fortunately, he did not let himself down.

When it came to Nen training, he displayed astonishing talent. At its root, Nen was the power of the heart. That was why Wing, when opening Gon's and Killua's aura nodes in the future, would tell them to imagine aura flowing through the body like blood. After they completed Ten, he would say they had grasped the trick unusually quickly. In other words, the trick to Nen was truly treating aura as part of oneself. And that was exactly what Aren excelled at. On top of that, he possessed an Undying Body.

No matter how hard Biscuit pushed him, he recovered within a second. He could feel physical pain, but his body never stayed tired. Once Biscuit gave him the correct direction, Aren quickly digested and mastered each lesson. That changed Biscuit's attitude. At first, she had trained him partly to get revenge and partly to vent through insults. Later, she gradually became sincere. Now, in her eyes, Aren was like Gon and Killua would be when she met them on Greed Island. A bare, perfect gemstone.

Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. As long as she polished him properly, he would become a peerless jewel shining with unbearable brilliance. Because of that, Biscuit began preparing to teach him everything she had learned in her life. Aren's innate aura reserve, vitality, and talent for Nen abilities were all monstrous. Just as Silva had judged, Aren was a creature beyond the limits of humanity.

Perhaps he might soon become someone who surpassed Netero. If Biscuit brought her student to that old man someday, she would definitely make his jaw drop. Thinking that a student she trained might one day defeat Netero, Biscuit looked at Aren with burning eyes. She wanted to shove everything she knew into his head at once. Although Aren always refused to admit she was his master and insisted this was merely part of their transaction, that did not change the fact that she had built his foundation.

Sensing Biscuit's intense stare, Aren shivered and looked at her warily.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Let me warn you. I'm not interested in you." If Biscuit had any dissatisfaction with Aren, his sharp tongue was definitely near the top. Another vein appeared.

"I'm not interested in you either." Biscuit forced the words out through clenched teeth. Aren glanced toward Neon, who had already collapsed nearby.

"What about Neon?" Neon had trained all day too and was completely exhausted. Part of Aren's deal with Biscuit included training Neon. Although Aren had seen some training knowledge in his previous life, he was not an expert. Biscuit was. Since such a rare opportunity had appeared, he naturally had to use it. So Aren had directly told Biscuit that Neon had skipped the normal opening of Nen and awakened Lovely Ghostwriter first. Biscuit thought for a while, then shook her head.

"Neon's situation is very special. I have never heard of anything like it before. But one thing is certain. Her talent is monster-level too. Once she properly opens Nen, her growth will be limitless."

"If she didn't stubbornly refuse to recognize me as her teacher, I would really want to steal her from you. Letting her become your disciple is a waste."

"Fortunately, even though your foundation is terrible, you still have some common sense. You didn't open her Nen recklessly. She is too young right now. At the very least, wait until she is older before opening it." Aren rolled his eyes.

"Obviously. I don't know much, but I'm not stupid."

"Starting tomorrow, we leave this place," Biscuit said suddenly. Aren froze for a moment.

"Why?"

"You have the nerve to ask why?" Biscuit glared at him.

"At Mount Helion, you did not even know what Resentment was. Your Nen foundation and combat awareness are weak, but your understanding of the world itself is also too thin. If you stay like this, people will easily target you."

"So next, aside from Nen, you have many other things to learn." Aren raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? But our original transaction only included Nen instruction." Another vein appeared on Biscuit's forehead.

"Are you going or not?" Seeing that she was reaching her limit, Aren quickly waved a hand and laughed.

"Hahaha, I was joking. If you're willing to go through the trouble, of course I would want it." He was not stupid. He had seen Biscuit's change over the past week. At first, she really had trained him with the mindset of tormenting him and mocking him whenever possible. But later, she slowly became sincere. By now, Biscuit clearly treated him as her own student. Aren would rather die than admit that out loud. Still, he was not the kind of person who treated others' goodwill as worthless. He saw Biscuit's sincerity.

If he had the chance in the future, he would find a Great Sky Stone and give it to her. The night passed quietly. The next morning, Aren called Light Nostrade and had him arrange the nearest airport and destination based on Biscuit's request. Then the driver took them there. Just like that, Aren's training journey began. Neon was the happiest about it. To her, this was a real trip. An international trip, even. The first time Neon rode an airship, she was so excited that she ran all over the cabin.

Since Light Nostrade had chartered the entire airship, Aren let her be. Neon's smile did not last long. Aren had his own training. Biscuit also designed a special plan for Neon. Biscuit was not Aren. Aren would indulge Neon from time to time because a soft, adorable child was still lethal to him. Biscuit ignored Neon's pouting and cuteness completely. If this turned into a contest of acting cute, Biscuit might be even better than Neon. She knew all of Neon's little tricks.

As a result, Neon spent whole days running to Aren and complaining about Biscuit's cruelty. Aren could only tell her there was nothing he could do. At most, he could create snacks and toys to distract her. After all, Biscuit was doing this with Aren's permission, and it was genuinely for Neon's good. As for Aren's training, besides combat practice, Biscuit also forced him to study theory. Geography. Biology. Environment. History. Nen. Resentment. The unique ruins and secret lands of this world.

All kinds of theoretical knowledge made Aren's scalp tingle. Biscuit even prepared tests to check whether he had truly listened. If he failed, she made him do push-ups. After spending so much time together, Biscuit already knew that Aren hated repetitive, boring, mechanical exercise most. Especially push-ups. They were uncomfortable. It almost made Aren feel as if he had returned to exam season in his previous life. Fortunately, he had been a decent student before.

Combined with self-hypnosis to deepen memory, he could barely absorb Biscuit's lessons quickly enough to avoid the push-up punishment. To let Aren study in real environments, Biscuit occasionally took him treasure hunting as field instruction. Aren's abilities made that kind of lesson much easier to arrange. Although Aren's foundation had been poor, the abilities he developed were genuinely powerful. Especially his object creation. It was convenient for daily life, travel, killing, and treasure hunting.

No matter how harsh the environment, Aren could create a perfect living space. Of course, as a veteran Hunter, Biscuit did not ask how he developed it. That kind of question crossed into a Nen user's private business.