"Because of extremism." Wutong put away the coin and said calmly, "In the early years when I was out on assignments with the old master, I heard him mention that people who are obsessed with a single idea are particularly terrifying. They only believe in their own system, and thus are often purer compared to ordinary people...."
"If you do good, it's ultimate good; if you do evil, it's ultimate evil. Once Nen is awakened... the more extreme you are, the stronger you become, and the more obsessive you are, the more insane. The friends you make are often somewhat similar...."
"Just like Muriel Antonio and this guy...."
The law of perversion aggregation... like attracts like, dislike repels... is that what it means?
Roy released Sisko and slowly calmed down. A flash of insight crossed his mind, but he couldn't quite grasp it... He stood there frozen, frowning in thought. Just then, a gust of evening wind came, peeling away Muriel Antonio's facade, revealing his true face.
The young man hesitated for a moment, then took a step towards him, discovering his own reflection in the already dim pupils of Muriel Antonio....
"Polar Iron Magnetism"... can inject "magnetism" into "Sense," exerting substantial pressure on others... Muriel Antonio... because he wanted to attract people, the Nen ability he developed is essentially "Magnetic Force!"
Or rather, every object with "mass" has a magnetic field. By manipulating the magnetic field, the resulting force is magnetic force, and the "Sun" also has a magnetic field, magnetic storms, and can "attract" and "repel," achieving the effect of manipulating magnetic fields!
Roy's eyes grew brighter, feeling as if he had grasped something. An inspiration struck him, and he attempted to envision the "Sun" in his mind, trying to infuse magnetism into his own "Nen" through imagination, imitating a magnet... Reaching out towards Muriel Antonio, he grabbed, causing a few falling leaves to tremble, struggle, and finally take flight, firmly caught in his hand...
[Hint: "Nen" nature change +10]
[Note: "True Meaning of the Sun," Current Level (lv1:11/100)]
[Performance: Magnetic Force. (Note: The host can achieve the purpose of manipulating others' magnetic fields by injecting magnetism into "Nen," with manipulation intensity depending on the level)]
[The higher the "intensity" of "Nen," the wider the range of manipulation, and the stronger the manipulated target....]
The young man smiled, clenched his hand into a fist, the leaves crumbled into ash, and as he loosened his grip, they drifted away with the wind...
Today's "performance" finally came to an end... He picked up the Staff Blade without looking back and said, "Let's go."
In the pitch-black night, master and servant exited the alley, hailed a taxi, and quickly left the scene with a press of the gas pedal....
"Tap tap..." After about ten minutes,
after Roy had left, a series of light footsteps emerged... In the night, a new "Roy" walked out, with vacant eyes, stepping over the two-parted Muriel Antonio, expressionless, walking towards Sisko.....
Suddenly, a chilling laugh echoed from within the wall, drifting to his ears: "Friend, mind giving me a hand, the wall is pinning my head, feeling a bit stifled ♤...."
Illumi quietly watched him for a moment, then took the initiative to step forward, drawing a "Nen Nail" with a flick of his hand, aiming at Sisko's chest, and punched it in: "Don't worry, you won't feel stifled once you're dead."
"Hehehe... that's indeed a good method, but ♢...."
"Boom!" Sisko raised a fist enveloped in "Nenryoku" and smashed the wall down, pulling his head out. With a glance, he dodged Illumi's thrusting "Nen Nail" using [Gyo], retreated two steps, looking at him curiously, smiling....
"You're not 'him'... yet you disguised yourself as 'him' ♢...."
"Let me guess, hmmm, you're secretly in love with 'him'... so you attacked me out of jealousy ♧?"
Sisko squinted his eyes into crescents and stared intently at Illumi... Illumi remained silent, his shoulder-length black hair fluttering upwards like a cat whose tail had been pulled, suddenly bristling!
"Swish... swish...." Without a word, he flicked his hand, sending several "Nen Nails," fast and ruthless, each aiming for Sisko's vital points!
Sisko "happily" laughed, "Hehehe... looks like I guessed right ♡...."
Reaching into his pocket, he similarly flicked his hand, sending several playing cards wrapped in "Nenryoku" to meet the "Nen Nails" head-on....
"Ding ding ding ding....", the sound of metal clashing echoed continuously... lingering in this chilly night...
....
"Buzz..."
Gaslan's taxi, as wild as Gaslan's magic....
On the way back to the airport.
Roy twirled his finger, retrieving coins from a distance, passing them back and forth between him and Wutong, familiarizing himself with the characteristics of "Magnetic Force."
The taxi driver occasionally glanced back, praising: "Little brother, you're impressive, this magic of retrieving objects from a distance looks no less than that what's-it-called 'Aerial Swimming,' sure to earn big if performed publicly...."
"It's Muriel Antonio." Wutong collected the coins Roy tossed his way, equally surprised at when the young master acquired this skill, truly similar to Muriel Antonio, with a hint of "Suction" wrapped in the "Nenryoku"....
"Yes, it's that Muriel Antonio," the driver slapped his forehead, "look at my memory... I even said I'd take my daughter to see it in a few days, and I already forgot."
"Then you won't have the chance."
"Screech—"
We've arrived at the airport. Roy flicked a few coins towards the driver and, without looking back, opened the car door: "No need to give me change."
Taking Wutong, he got out of the car and turned towards the terminal.
The driver, puzzled, touched his head and drove away with a press of the pedal, leaving behind a trail of gasoline-scented black smoke....
"Beep—"
Passing through security.
Nearing departure, heading to the United States of Saherta, compared to when he was in the Republic of Padokea, the waiting lounge in Gaslan was noticeably populated with oddly dressed individuals.
Some were wrapped in bandages, only revealing a pair of eyes... some wore turbans with a cobra coiled around their neck... some carried bows and arrows with colorful feathers stuck to their foreheads... others had bodies as big as bears, exposed their muscular torsos... and some were dressed as Ninjas, bald heads performing one-handed handstands.....
"These should all be candidates for the Hunter Exam. As long as they're registered, they'll be let in."
Wutong accompanied Roy to find an empty seat to sit down, noticing her young master glancing in a certain direction multiple times without making a sound... At the right-hand side of a row of seats opposite them sat a quiet girl,
She had beautiful blonde hair, simply held up by a hairpin, wearing an outfit with ethnic characteristics, quietly holding and reading a book... aside from being pretty, there didn't seem to be anything particularly notable.
"Young master, do you know her?"
Roy shook his head, it wasn't knowing her, it was recognizing her.
The girl's blue-bottomed, white-panted ethnic attire was too distinguishable, and coupled with the way she occasionally adjusted her glasses, seemingly sensitive about her eyes... Roy dared to conclude that she belonged to the Kurta Race, holders of one of the 'seven most beautiful colors in the world,' the fiery red eyes....
"Hello."
Maybe sensing Roy's gaze, the girl's beautiful eyes moved, smiling politely at him... then buried her head back into the book, it seemed like a travelogue from the cover.