Combat Training - Hand To Hand - Nen Combat

After the group's initial discussion, Leonard approached Tyron, who stood silently observing the others.

Leonard hesitated for a moment but then spoke up,

"Tyron, I need your help. I know almost nothing about Nen combat, especially hand-to-hand. If I'm going to survive here, I need to learn—and fast. Could you train with me?"

Tyron's eyes narrowed slightly, clearly uninterested at first. "I'm not a teacher," he muttered, crossing his arms. "And I've got my own things to worry about. Besides, you've just awakened your Nen—training you would take time."

Leonard nodded, understanding Tyron's reluctance.

But he pressed on, determined. "I get it. But if I don't learn quickly, I'll be a liability to the group. You know how dangerous this place is—none of us can afford to have a weak link.

And the more capable I become, the better chance we all have at surviving, and maybe escaping."

Leonard said his words and thought.

"It is not like I want you to train me; I do not have much of a choice."

Tyron looked at Leonard for a long moment, considering his words. Leonard could sense Tyron weighing the risks, his eyes flickering with thought. Finally, with a sigh, Tyron relented.

"Fine. We need all the help we can get, and you're right. But don't expect me to go easy on you. If you want to learn, you'll have to keep up."

Leonard nodded gratefully. "I'm ready."

They left the main group and headed to the courtyard just outside the house.

The large open space, surrounded by towering trees and the dim light of the evening, gave them enough room to train without distraction.

Tyron wasted no time, getting straight to the point.

"We're starting with the basics,"

Tyron said as he took off his jacket, revealing his muscular frame.

"Nen combat is about more than just strength. You need control, precision, and above all, endurance."

Leonard nodded, focused.

He remembered how Biscuit trained Gon and Killua; he knew that even if his knowledge of Nen is high and his understanding of Nen is greater than many others.

He still needs experience right now if it comes to the battle experience and how to fight.

Leonard has nothing.

Tyron then looks at Leonard, claps his hand to gather his attention, and starts to speak.

"First, your stance," Tyron continued. He moved into a strong, balanced position.

"Footwork is everything. Stay grounded, but don't be rigid. You need to be able to move at a moment's notice." He demonstrated, shifting smoothly from one foot to the other, his body ready to spring into action.

"Now, your hands," Tyron added, showing Leonard how to position his fists in front of his face, protecting his upper body while staying ready to strike.

"Guard up. Always. No matter how strong you are, a clean hit to the face will put you down. Especially if the enemy uses "Gyo" or "Ko" and you are not experienced enough to block it with your own aura."

Leonard mimicked Tyron's movements, adjusting his stance and raising his fists. Tyron circled around him, occasionally nudging Leonard's feet or shoulders to correct his posture.

"Good," Tyron said after a few moments. "Now let's see if you can take a hit."

Without warning, Tyron threw a quick jab at Leonard's midsection. Leonard tried to dodge but was too slow.

The punch landed hard, and he stumbled back, gasping as the wind was knocked out of him.

Tyron didn't let up. "Get up. You'll get hit a lot harder than that in a real fight."

Leonard stood, gritting his teeth, determined to learn. Tyron wasn't holding back, and that's exactly what Leonard needed.

For the next hour, Tyron drilled Leonard on basic combat techniques—footwork, striking, blocking, and dodging.

They sparred in short bursts, with Tyron throwing punches and kicks while Leonard did his best to defend and counterattack.

Leonard quickly realized just how much he had to learn. But he was improving, little by little.

By the time they finished, Leonard was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and bruised from the relentless training.

But he had learned more in that short time than he ever thought possible.

Tyron, breathing only slightly heavier, nodded in approval. "Not bad. You've got potential. But don't get cocky—you're still green.

We'll keep working on this, and I'll teach you more about integrating your Nen into combat. For now, rest up. You'll need it."

Leonard nodded, feeling both the pain in his body and the satisfaction of having taken his first step toward mastering Nen combat.

"Thanks, Tyron. I appreciate it."

Tyron gave him a small nod.

"Don't thank me yet. This is just the beginning."