Training
__________ POV Ashton__________
After cleaning up my old equipment. I needed to make a proper training plan for my little ant subordinate.
She has yet to develop a personality. But that is only because I kept her inside the void space.
She didn't have enough time to do much of anything I only took her out for 1 hour at most to look for any sign of the king's body.
Which we didn't find, a completely expected outcome. An explosion capable of razing a hundred kilometres in seconds wouldn't leave a body behind.
The reason for the need for training is that I plan on having Pitou tag along with me in my journey.
It's quite regretful that I have to teach her all of the basics again.
After she regains her personality acting on instincts will become harder and harder. This means that she also won't be able to use Nen instinctively anymore.
But that's fine too. It's not like she can use any actual techniques, so I'll have to teach her those too...
So much trouble for a single ant. But it is worth it. In a year or two, she will be a force to be reckoned with.
And her loyalty to me will forever remain unshakable. Well, in theory anyway. I've never done this before.
My mind breaking ability is something I developed to manipulate others and torture more colourful individuals.
Her loyalty to me is undeniable now. But when she eventually reforms her personality she might not listen to me as willingly.
I need to take precautions, make Pitou completely dependant on me yet capable enough to do things of her own volition.
It's a difficult task, but not impossible. I can act like her parent, she will listen to me unconditionally.
Well, at least that's the plan. I won't underestimate this task though, manipulation to such an extent is never a permanent fix. I need to make her get emotionally attached to me.
To the point that even when she eventually realises she's being manipulated she won't turn her back on me or betray me.
And she will eventually realise, she's always been intelligent. Had it not been for their king, she probably would've gone in hiding with her brothers.
Although, me finding them that quickly was certainly a surprise to her, judging by her face when she saw me on Zeno's dragon.
Still, the fact that she is a quick learner is just as valid as before. Although her talent won't show itself until she becomes more sentient.
I took her out of the void space and let her observe her new surroundings, she was taking the image of my well-lit laboratory with empty eyes.
Now, it's time to do stage one of her development.
This one also happens to be the most important. Laying a subconscious foundation.
That is talking to her, without giving any orders, just trivial things that will make her subconsciously think that I am someone close to her.
Right now she is almost like a lost puppy, incapable of thinking for herself. But you see, dogs are very loyal once tamed.
She understands my words and commands, but she can't speak.
It took quite some time for her to not be so robotic.
A month passed and she finally seemed to show some basic emotions. Like happiness when fed or patted. Or sadness when I raised my tone at her for doing something stupid.
It's like disciplining a pet. The only difference is that I make an effort to show her more love than I would a pet. Just she can remember me as a positive influence on her state of mind.
Punishments are few and far between. I also feed her a lot of exotic foods. Expensive ingredients from all around the human world.
The governments funding me are always on my case about strange purchases and weird ways of spending the budget.
But I have complete freedom on my spending, no matter how many people they send to argue with me.
If a government has had enough, they can just stop funding my research.
But they will run the risk of being left behind in the race for supreme power all human countries seem to be secretly holding.
That's the reason why so many people want me dead, even though they are funding my laboratory.
I am like a thorn in their side. But cutting contact with me would mean losing to the other nations.
Therefore, they choose to try and assassinate me from time to time. It's never successful, the Zoldycks consider me a no go and any other assassin just doesn't stand a chance.
So, they are stuck in this strange loop. They try more and more to get rid of me.
All until I get mad, track down the culprit and they get 'suicided' or have their minds broken.
They always try to order me around, give deadlines. But deep down, they know they have no power over me and my operations.
I don't own just this little laboratory in the middle of nowhere. I created dozens of research facilities across Lake Mobius.
I am both the owner and the head researcher of an entire chain. Although I spend most of my time in my secret laboratory.
I just leave someone in charge and pay him twice the salary. No need to be stingy if it's not my money.
Well, most workers are assigned by the governments funding me anyway. So every day there is a clash of petty egos.
For a coalition of the smartest humans alive, they sure act like fussy children very often...
Well, it's not like they are old or anything, most of them are between 20 and 50... Well, I guess some may be called old by normal standards.
Heh, thinking about age reminds me of the fact that I am also investigated every few years. The greedy pigs are curious about my 'immortal' body.
But those weaklings wouldn't be able to live as long as me anyway.
Well, I think it's time I visit the Hunter Association. I need to talk to Cheadle about my solo expedition.
I need some stuff from her too.
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I will say this now, NO HORNI.
I'm not exactly great with psychology so this was me talking out of my ass btw.(well, using some common logic, but still)
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