"The Akimichi clan's 'Multi-Size Jutsu'!"
"Dammit, I said I'm not fat! I can't play Choji, but you all insisted I'm fat."
Phinks peeked out, looking shocked at the giant #2-5, and in that moment of distraction, he was sent flying by one of Tsubone's punches.
"Losing focus on the battlefield is a huge taboo." The old butler shook her hand, then countered with another palm, smacking Nobunaga's long katana.
A piece of junk dug out of a trash heap... even with the rust polished off, it couldn't change the fact that it was junk. It snapped with a *crack*!
A samurai without a weapon is a toothless tiger. Watching Tsubone's size-47 sole enlarge before his eyes, Nobunaga's vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
"Haha... two weaklings! Old hag, eat my 'Super Destruction Fist'!" A wild bull charge!
Uvogin stayed low to the floor, kicked off hard, using the recoil to build up momentum. He put all his strength into a punch aimed at Tsubone.
Unfortunately, the gap between a "normal person" and a "Nen user" was just too vast; they couldn't be compared. With her Nen aura activated, Tsubone used "Dark Step".
She flashed behind Uvogin, a hand-chop landing squarely on his back, smashing him straight into the ground!
*Kacha!* The floor shattered.
Having dealt with the three, Tsubone looked back. Chrollo, Machi, Franklin, and Feitan were being held in the hands of the giant #2-5 like little chicks. It looked like they were defeated even faster than Uvogin, Nobunaga, and Phinks.
'So... "That's why I said you brats picked the wrong opponent."' The old butler adjusted her glasses, a faint electronic arc flashing.
In the cabin on the back mountain, Netero chuckled, his gaze locked on Sean, never moving away.
"'Multi-Size Jutsu' combined with 'Multiple Shadow Clones'. A good idea." The Chairman watched with great interest, sipping a cup of lemon tea. He increasingly felt that their chance encounter at the airport was a true pity.
He said abruptly, "Zigg... I might have to live at your place for a month."
Zigg: "..."
He glanced at Netero and chuckled. "I have no objection. As long as you can get past my father, you can stay for a year, let alone a month."
"Oh my, that's a bit difficult." Netero scratched the back of his head, looking troubled. He had been hoping to interact more with that brat Sean. Now, it seemed, the road was long.
"Want to keep going?" In the church, holding the four little Spiders, Sean glanced at the remaining Pakunoda, Shalnark, Sheila, and the others.
His gaze lingered on Sheila for a moment. If he remembered correctly, this seemingly harmless little girl, who was clutching Don Freecss's great work, "New World紀行," had an intricate connection to Sarasa's torture and death, as well as the future massacre of the Kurta clan.
Without a change in expression, Sean activated "Appraisal." He confirmed she was just a little girl with no strength to even truss a chicken... which only increased his suspicion.
After all, the more inconspicuous, the more extraordinary. Unfortunately, now was not the time to explore this.
"I surrender!" A crisp, clear shout brought Sean back to reality.
Shalnark raised both hands. The kid, who was in the middle of losing his baby teeth, immediately pushed Sarasa.
The little girl rushed in front of Sean and *thud*, she performed a perfect sliding kneel, stunning Sean. "Young Master, I beg you, please let them go!"
"I know them! They didn't mean it!"
Sean: "..."
'Why the hell does this make it look like *I'm* the big villain?!'
'I'm the one who was just met with hostility.' A dark line appeared on Sean's forehead. He ignored Sarasa and looked at Chrollo with a raised eyebrow. "I don't accept unprovoked hostility and malice."
"Since you all decided to attack, you must be prepared to be attacked."
"Tsubone, give each of them two punches. Make them remember this. Make it hurt."
"Understood, Young Master." After serving the Zoldyck family for so many years, the pink-haired gorilla knew better than anyone how to make a punch hurt!
*Thwack! Thwack!* A few punches later... the little Spiders instantly curled up like shrimp, writhing in agony.
"Hehe... The lesson has been taught, and you've had your anger vented. Young man, how about we call this matter closed?" A clear breeze rolled in the raindrops. The half-open door creaked open, and two figures appeared in Sean's line of sight.
"Yo. Hiding in the dark and watching for so long... I thought you'd never come out." Sean turned his head to look at the newcomers.
An old man dressed as a priest, with a cross hanging on his chest, entered the hall with a graceful "nun" whose face was veiled.
Noticing these two, Tsubone's expression tightened. She quietly moved to Sean's side and whispered, "Young Master, those two are Nen users."
"Not just that." A hexagram flashed in his right eye. Sean grinned. "I never thought, in this abandoned land, I'd find two powerhouses who have 'broken their limits once', willing to hole up here. It seems, Father, that you and this beautiful mortician miss by your side... are no ordinary people."
He had exposed the "nun's" identity in one sentence. The priest and the "nun" were both startled!
They didn't expect the boy's Nen abilities to be so varied, or his eyes to be so sharp. The priest couldn't help but sigh, "God above... Compared to you, young man, Renko and I are nothing."
The priest chuckled, his peripheral vision glancing at the "nun".
The mortician named "Renko" said nothing. She noted Sean's bright, clear eyes, and frowned for no reason, thinking... 'Such beautiful eyes... they're really quite... hateful.'
At this time, the rain outside gradually stopped. Sunlight pierced the thin clouds, casting spots of light.
The Spiders, including Chrollo, smelling the familiar "holy aura," recovered from their pain and gathered one by one around the priest and Miss Renko.
"Children, learn from this mistake. Remember in the future, you cannot blindly be hostile to outsiders, nor can you blindly trust them. At least..."
The priest stroked Chrollo's small head. "Before you are strong enough to protect yourselves, do not rashly fight others."
"So... you should thank them for sparing your lives, Chrollo."
The young Spider leader bit his lip, silent. After a long moment, he took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and faced Sean. For the first time, he bent his back. "Sorry... I was reckless."
"Sean..." Sarasa twisted her fingers, looking at Sean pleadingly.
Sean looked deeply at the priest, then shrugged. "If you want to help him up, help him up. Why are you looking at me?"
"Okay!" Hearing this, Sarasa's face lit up with a brilliant smile. She reached out and pulled Chrollo up, pouting as she grumbled, "I told you they weren't bad people, but you wouldn't believe me. Now that the priest said it, you believe it, right?"
"Sarasa, never mind that. What I want to know is... what's the deal with that 'Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu' and 'Multi-Size Jutsu'?" Phinks, that blockhead, always managed to ask the wrong thing at the wrong time.
The moment his words fell... all eyes fixed on Sean.