[114] : Punishing The Bomber! Training Gon & Killua

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For Gon, the concepts of good and evil weren't clearly defined. His actions were primarily driven by his interests and passions.

However, even he had his boundaries.

Those boundaries revolved around his friends and companions.

Gon deeply valued his friendships and had an unwavering attachment to the concept of "comradeship."

And now, his companions were dead, lost within this deadly game.

When Gon, Killua, and Biscuit had first encountered Genthru and his group, they were initially underestimated due to their age.

However, after willingly sharing the information about Genthru being the Bomber, Genthru's group, instead of taking advantage of them, had reciprocated by sharing valuable information and strategies for navigating the game. Knowledge they had painstakingly acquired through their own exploration.

Gon, Killua, and Biscuit had benefited greatly from their teachings.

But now, those who had shared their knowledge were gone.

"Genthru!" Gon roared in anguish.

His cry was met with mocking laughter.

"Hahaha! How foolish, little boy!"

"I suggest you hand over 'Plot of Beach' now, or you'll join them in the afterlife!"

"Hahaha!"

Killua and Biscuit bristled at the sound of their laughter.

Just as they were about to retort, Gon shouted, "Let's fight, Genthru!"

"Plot of Beach is in my possession, and I will never give it to you, even if it costs me my life!"

"But before that, I will defeat you!"

Gon's voice was raw with emotion as he clenched his fists.

He couldn't forgive those who harmed his companions, even if Genthru's group were merely temporary allies.

"Hahaha! Defeat me?"

Genthru adjusted his glasses, his laughter echoing through the air.

He never expected to hear such a bold challenge from the young boy.

"Don't be ridiculous!"

"I'll send you straight to hell!"

With that, Genthru lunged at Gon, his hand outstretched.

"Damn it!"

Whether it was Gon, the target of the attack, or Killua and Biscuit watching from the sidelines, the same thought echoed in their minds.

Caught off guard by Genthru's sudden attack, they were too late to react.

According to the information they had gathered, Genthru, could generate explosive power within his palms, detonating anything he grasped.

His hands were his weapons.

"What do we do?!"

"Look out!"

As the three watched in horror, a sharp voice cut through the air.

The next instant, a whooshing sound reached their ears.

A spear materialized, slicing through the air towards Genthru.

"Who's there?!"

Genthru, with a clearer view of the situation, quickly retracted his hand and dodged to the side.

However, the swift spear grazed his shoulder, leaving a bloody gash.

"Well, well, well, who's bullying our little friends here?"

A familiar voice called out from behind them.

Gon and Killua turned around, their faces lighting up with excitement.

"Mika!"

"Took you long enough to find us!"

Mika chuckled as he walked over, clapping them on their shoulders.

He then turned his attention to the injured Genthru and his companions, who were supporting him.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?"

Before Genthru and his group could respond, Killua interjected, "Mika, they're after 'Plot of Beach,' the card we just got!"

Mika's eye twitched slightly at Killua's dramatic tone. It wasn't his usual style.

"Is that so? Well, you've got the wrong people. While they currently possess 'Plot of Beach,' that card belongs to us!"

Mika took card #002, Plot of Beach, which Killua had retrieved from his binder, and casually placed it into his own.

"So, if you want this card, you'll have to come through me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of menacing aura erupted from Mika, pressing down on Genthru and his companions.

The suffocating sensation, like standing on the precipice of hell, plunged them into despair.

A Nen user's aura, infused with malice, wasn't merely a psychological attack.

It inflicted real physical damage.

Fellow Nen users could typically protect themselves with their own aura, preventing their bodies from being affected.

However, if the disparity in aura and malicious intent was too great, even Nen users would suffer.

It was akin to a human Nen user encountering the Chimera Ant King and his Royal Guards.

"This guy... he's powerful!"

Genthru and his companions stumbled backward, overwhelmed by Mika's aura.

They felt the chilling touch of death.

"Since you've decided to mess with me, I suppose I should teach you some manners."

A crimson Nen bullet materialized in Mika's palm.

"If you can escape this, I'll let you go."

"Mika!" Gon started to protest.

But Killua stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Mika has his reasons."

Gon looked at Killua, then fell silent.

He trusted Mika.

"Run! Run for your lives!"

Genthru activated his "Accompany" ability, attempting to teleport them away.

However, with a flick of his wrist, Mika sent a Nen projectile hurtling towards them, interrupting their escape and sending them crashing to the ground.

BOOM!

An explosion rocked the distant forest, sending a plume of smoke into the air.

"Excellent! Right on target!" Mika grinned.

"Judging by the trajectory, they're probably not in good shape."

"What now?" Killua asked, approaching Mika.

"What now?"

Mika turned to Gon and Killua, a playful smile on his face.

"We train, of course!"

"I imagine you'd rather take revenge yourselves than have me do it for you."

"Yes!" Gon and Killua shouted in unison.

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Mika nodded slightly, observing Gon and Killua's unified response.

In truth, he had only just made this decision.

Initially, he intended to swiftly eliminate Genthru to prevent Gon from suffering further harm.

However, as he rushed towards them and heard Gon's anguished cries, a thought struck him: perhaps it would be better for Gon to resolve this matter himself.

Thus, he devised a new plan.

He deliberately created an opportunity to injure Genthru, buying Gon and Killua time to train.

"I understand your feelings, but before facing a seasoned killer like Genthru, you need to undergo hellish training."

"Hellish training?"

Gon and Killua exchanged glances, then looked at Biscuit.

Biscuit's training had already been grueling. How much more difficult could "hellish" training be?

The thought sent shivers down their spines.

Sensing their apprehension, Mika chuckled. "I know what Biscuit has taught you. Those are essential foundational techniques."

"These foundational skills are crucial for building your strength as Nen users."

"But beyond the basics, what you need is experience!"

"More experience!"

Mika gestured towards Airmid and Mellie.

"Your training will primarily focus on Actual combat."

"During this process, I'll also teach you martial arts and other valuable skills."

"Your task is to absorb everything I teach you and integrate it into your fighting style. Understand?"

"Understood!" Gon and Killua replied in unison.

They were confident in their combat abilities.

After all, under Biscuit's guidance, they had spent a week sparring against a Nen user who wielded scissors.

They had progressed from being unable to defeat him even when working together to eventually winning individually.

They vividly remembered the rapid improvement they had experienced.

Both Gon and Killua eagerly anticipated the upcoming training.

"Excellent!"

Mika nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Airmid and Mellie. "Use your full strength. Don't hold back. Let them experience the gap between their abilities and yours."

"After each training session, Airmid, use your magic to heal them and ensure their recovery."

"Understood," Airmid nodded.

Mellie, meanwhile, approached Killua, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Recalling the rigorous training she had endured under Yahweh, she intended to make Killua experience something similar.

Airmid pondered the most effective way to train them.

After a moment of contemplation, she nodded decisively.

Muscle memory was the key.

"Aaah!"

Soon, the beach was filled with the cries of Gon and Killua as they endured Airmid and Mellie's relentless training.

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"Damn it!"

Genthru slammed his fist into the ground, feeling the waves of heat radiating from his injuries. He lay sprawled on the forest floor, seething with anger.

"I never expected those brats to have a scary Nen user protecting them. What a miscalculation!"

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

He continued to pound the ground, venting his frustration.

After a while, he regained his composure and remembered his two companions.

"Are you two alright?"

"We'll live, but these injuries... it'll take at least two months to fully recover if we rely on natural healing," Sub replied, lying on the ground nearby, assessing their wounds.

"It seems we'll have to use 'Angel's Breath,'" Bara suggested.

"Indeed, we have no other choice," Sub agreed.

Their injuries were severe, and relying on natural healing would waste precious time.

This was unacceptable, especially with their rival, Tsezguerra, nearing completion of his card collection.

"No, we can't use Angel's Breath," Genthru interrupted, his voice firm.

He explained his reasoning to his surprised companions. "Currently, 'Angel's Breath' is a card we exclusively possess. We control all the copies in the game."

"However, 'Angel's Breath' isn't difficult to obtain. It's just the process of acquiring it that's tedious."

"By now, Tsezguerra and his group must have obtained designated slot cards for 'Angel's Breath.' They can't acquire the actual card because we have them all."

"But if we use 'Angel's Breath,' we risk losing our monopoly on the card, which would be a devastating blow."

Sub and Bara nodded, understanding Genthru's logic.

"So what do we do? Wait for our injuries to heal? But what then?"

"I doubt we can take 'Plot of Beach' from that guy."

Sub shuddered, recalling the chilling malice emanating from Mika.

"That guy..."

The thought of Mika gave Genthru a headache.

He possessed overwhelming strength, making underhanded tactics impractical.

Any attempt to deceive him would likely result in swift and brutal retaliation.

Their goal was to claim Battera's 50 billion Jenny prize.

They dreamed of enjoying a life of luxury with that money.

If they anger Mika and he pursued them into the real world, they would be in serious trouble.

Genthru lay on the ground, lost in thought, a long silence hanging in the air.

Suddenly, he sat up abruptly.

"I've got it!"

"What is it?" Sub and Bara asked eagerly.

"We'll tell Tsezguerra that the other guy has 'Plot of Beach.' Then, we'll find a way to get it from Tsezguerra."

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Sub and Bara looked at him, confused.

Genthru grinned, explaining his plan. "Currently, only we, Tsezguerra, and that scary man have a chance of winning the game."

"We and Tsezguerra have monopolized many of the rare cards, making it impossible for others to obtain them unless that man resorts to forcefully taking them. But if he intended to do that, he wouldn't have let us leave earlier."

"Therefore, if Tsezguerra learns that the man has 'Plot of Beach,' he'll undoubtedly offer his own exclusive cards in exchange."

"That way, we won't be the only ones with a chance to obtain 'Plot of Beach'!"

A predatory glint flickered in Genthru's eyes.

"If we can't take it from that man, we can certainly take it from Tsezguerra."

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