Chapter 261 It's Been a Month...

Throughout the day, Menchi basically watched Moses swung his sword.

She didn't understand why Moses suddenly started training with the sword, and on the first day, it was twenty-one hours of uninterrupted sword swinging...

The concentration displayed in wielding the sword made it impossible for Menchi to intervene.

The various delicious dishes she had carefully prepared from local ingredients can only be set aside to cool down.

It wasn't until after nine o'clock in the evening that Menchi finally saw Moses stop wielding his sword and sit down, looking very tired.

"Master, drink some water."

Upon seeing this, Menchi quickly came to Moses with a cup of water in her hand.

Moses was slightly surprised, then placed the longsword beside him and took the water Menchi handed over, drinking it all in one go.

It took about twenty-one hours, and Moses didn't count how many times he swung the sword specifically.

As a rough estimate, he knew it should be more than 15,000 times.

Before starting, Moses had anticipated that the process would be very difficult.

But he didn't expect that it would take twenty-one hours on the first day.

'When I become more proficient, I should be able to reduce the time to about fourteen hours.' Putting down the water cup, Moses felt the difficulty of 'Edge Ten Thousand Sword Swings' deeply, while also looking forward to the unknown rewards after three months.

Sometimes, perhaps only something directly presented on the surface could arouse one's pursuit motivation.

But the unknown ahead can actually arouse people's sense of expectation.

Moses didn't know what he would get after three months, but he wasn't anxious for it.

Before receiving the reward, he will concentrate on swinging the sword ten thousand times diligently every day.

"Master, I'll go prepare the food for you now."

Looking at Moses's tired face, Menchi put away the water cup and quickly said.

Moses shook his head and said, "No need to bother."

With that said, he pointed to the food near the campfire.

"Isn't it ready?"

"But Master, the meat has already cooled..."

"It doesn't matter, I don't want to waste every dish you cook for me."

With less than three hours of rest time left for Moses, if Menchi prepared the food again, he probably wouldn't need to sleep.

However, his casual remark stirred a ripple in Menchi's heart.

"…"

Menchi's heartbeat quickened, and seeing Moses insist like this, she could only obediently bring the meat over and pour another glass of water.

Now thirsty and hungry, Moses buried himself in the delicious food Menchi had carefully prepared.

"So delicious…"

Moses mumbled vaguely with his mouth full.

A smile spread across Menchi's face as she sat on the ground. Her hands hugging her knees, resting her cheek on them, as she quietly watched Moses devouring the foods.

'To become a skilled Gourmet Hunter, it wasn't just about discovering various rare ingredients in the unknown.'

'This feeling of satisfaction I felt now…'

'Was also what I wanted.'

Menchi thought quietly in her heart.

The bright moonlight fell on her body, emitting a hazy radiance.

It is hard to imagine that this girl, who is so impulsive and outspoken in the original work, would also have such a quiet side.

In the darkness beyond.

There is a pair of ancient and calm eyes quietly watching Moses and Menchi.

After seeing this scene under the moonlight, a hint of nostalgia appeared in the eyes that seemed to have experienced countless years.

Three hours later.

Midnight.

Moses finished his rest and began to swing his sword again.

[1/10000]

A new round of swinging the sword ten thousand times begins again.

Hearing the movement, Menchi opened her eyes and looked somewhat shocked at Moses, who had started training again.

Then, she looked down at the waterproof watch on her wrist, and saw the hands were pointing at midnight.

'Master has only rested for three hours…'

Menchi was very surprised and wanted to ask, but seeing that Moses had already in the zone, she didn't want to disturb him.

'I can't slack off either.'

With inexplicable emotions in her heart, Menchi got up from the ground.

Moses's diligence made her feel a sense of distance.

To avoid watching only the back of her own master in the future, Menchi realized that she must work even harder than her master.

She got up quietly and started her daily training.

Time passes, the sun rises and sets once again.

In a blink of an eye, it's night again.

The second round of swinging the sword still took Moses about twenty-one hours.

However, the fatigue from last night, which had not yet dissipated, added to today's exhaustion, making Moses feel even more tired.

Menchi watched this and felt that no matter what kind of training Moses was doing, it should proceed gradually, rather than pushing oneself too hard from the beginning.

But she did not ask why Moses was so diligent. Instead, like a competent wife, she prepared a sumptuous meal when Moses was exhausted.

Then the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day…

Time flies by like a flash, and soon, a month has passed.

After a month of swinging the sword thousands of times, Moses went from 'twenty-one hours' at the beginning to 'fifteen hours' now.

And his action of swinging the sword has become more standard and stable.

'There were a few days when I didn't even make any mistakes, and I was able to achieve the standard 10,000 swings of the sword perfectly.'

'After this state becomes stable, I can try to speed up each swing of the sword.'

"Whew…"

After completing the ten thousand swings of the sword today, Moses let out a long breath, and looked at the waterfall in front of him.

Despite being tired, there is an indescribable sense of tranquility in his heart.

After only one month of persistence, Moses suddenly no longer cared about the unknown rewards after three months.

Instead, he had a thought of how long he could persist.

'If I continued like this all the way to the end...'

'What kind of scenery awaited me?'

As Moses's thoughts were wandering, he gazed at the cascading white water splashes quietly.

"Two months to go…"

"But I'm starting to worry that this day will come too quickly."

Moses chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

"Master, come quickly, today is river fresh mushroom soup."

Menchi's call for dinner came at the right time.

Now, she has roughly figured out the time when Moses finished swinging the sword.

So she always managed to prepare delicious food for Moses just after he finished training.

"Coming."

Moses walked over and naturally took a bowl of soup from Menchi's hand that exuded a rich umami flavor.

"Menchi, have you thought it over?"

Moses held the soup and looked at Menchi, who is illuminated by the firelight.

He is asking about the direction of her Nen Ability's development.

"Yeah."

Menchi nodded. She always had a smile in front of Moses and said softly:

"I've seriously considered Master's suggestion. If I can give new possibilities to food without affecting the 'taste', then I'm willing to work hard for it, but... I'm not very confident."

"Menchi."

With a smile in his eyes, Moses said softly: "You are the youngest Single-Star Gourmet Hunter in the future. If it's you, there will be no problem."

"…"

Hearing this, Menchi felt a little flustered and glanced to the side.

A blush appeared on her face, but it was covered by the reflected firelight.

'Pouring Aura into food to give various buffs...'

…

Heavens Arena.

The name of the Roly-Poly Hisoka resounds throughout this fighting paradise.

From the very beginning, his resilient and never-give-up attitude in numerous battles to the formidable strength he displayed as a Floor Master now.

Countless spectators in Heavens Arena witnessed this process.

That's great, the Roly-Poly Hisoka!

This was the inner thoughts of countless spectators, who became Hisoka's fans.

So—

Whenever Hisoka appears in public, he can always hear respectful shouts of 'Roly-Poly' from the fans.

To wear the crown, one must bear its weight.

But Hisoka felt that this 'crown' was too heavy.

However, in order to wait for 'that day' to come, Hisoka is willing to endure all this.

"It's been a month…"

Hisoka stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise room, staring fixedly at the distant sky.

His figure seemed to have a sense of 'waiting for a long time'...