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"[En]?"
His Nen was released, forming a Nen shroud that enveloped the entire church.
Noticing this familiar scene, Netero, in the small wooden cabin on the back mountain, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"It's not En, but it surpasses En." Zigg scrutinized Sean, his expression rather strange as he said, "When a Nen user radiates their Nen outwards with themselves at the center, the shape will inevitably be spherical."
"But this kid Sean is different. Look closely. This outward release of Nen he's demonstrating has no fixed form or rules. It seems to be related to the 'characteristic' he just grasped."
"It's [Wind]!" Maha squinted, a sharp light suddenly bursting from his narrow eyes.
The old man was clearly startled, cursing inwardly that the brat truly dared to think big. He said faintly, "Wind has no constant form, water no constant state. The brat has opened his mind and is riding the wind."
Wind?!! No wonder!
Netero and Zigg exchanged a look, nonplussed.
They never expected this kid Sean to be playing for such high stakes!
'A "natural attribute"? Is he trying to control wind, rain, lightning, and thunder, and transform into a god?'
"This kid is too daring!" Netero frowned at Sean in the image, saying with no small amount of worry, "Natural elements are fundamentally uncontrollable by human power. Just in terms of—"
"Consumption alone, it's enough to drag a person to death."
"That's only one aspect," Zigg added, his expression exceptionally grave. "The follow-up training for a natural attribute is the real issue."
"This is an unprecedented path. No one can pass on any experience to this kid."
"Heh. Then he'll just have to cross the river by feeling the stones himself." Maha chuckled, his old eyes, half-dim and half-bright, flashed with insight as they opened and closed. "High risk, high reward!"
"Right now, the brat can monitor the entire church just by riding the wind. Give him a little more time, and he might not be unable to expand this range."
"One day, looking at the entire world, any place the wind blows could become his eyes and ears. It might not be impossible for him to truly achieve the feat of monitoring the world."
'Who are you trying to scare, old man?' Netero glanced at Maha, not forgetting to remind him, "To reach that level, how much 'qi' would be consumed? I don't need to say it; you should know, old man."
"There is one point, though. Zigg is right. Although this kid Sean hasn't learned En, this move of his, monitoring by riding the wind, is already something En can't compare to."
After all, En has no way to detect a Nen user who is using [Zetsu]. The wind, however, has no such concern. Whether it's a dead object or a living one, anything it touches will provide feedback to the owner.
'So... if we want to avoid this brat's perception and approach him silently in the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult.' Maha suddenly thought of a certain dog and smiled wickedly. He adjusted his glasses, staring at Sean in the image, never having looked forward to his grandson coming home as much as he did at this moment.
'Almost, almost.' His mind immersed, Sean felt he was about to become the wind.
After sweeping past the young spiders, he saw Ms. Renko in another dark room, sewing up the corpse of a child. Her technique was extremely similar to Machi's after she grew up. A pull of the Nen thread, a stitch of the Nen needle, and the disfigured corpse looked as if it were alive, restored to its appearance in life. As expected of apprentice-sisters from the same school.
He sighed with emotion.
Sean continued to drift, slipping weightlessly through the crack in the door. He shuttled through every nook and cranny of the church, seeing the priest, the bell tower, and some shadowy figures in the waste dump area. Finally, after feeling a strong sense of exhaustion, Sean shook his head, detached from the evening breeze, and his mind returned to his body.
At the same time, a familiar prompt arrived
[Reminder, detected host's current Nen ability has improved, sample collected]
[Now analyzing sample...]
[Analysis complete.]
[Host: Sean Zoldyck.]
[Current Nen Ability Level: Initial Success (1%)]
[Remark: 99% remaining until the first-level limit break.]
'99%?' Sean opened his eyes, rubbed the space between his brows, and chuckled softly, teasing the "Sage," "You're quite precise with your calculations. But there's no hurry!"
"The foundation has already been laid. All that's left is to train systematically."
His middle and index fingers extended. With a *whoosh*, two clumps of Nen rubbed and collided, instantly condensing into a wind rope at Sean's fingertips.
Sean was struck by inspiration and flicked it casually. *Crack.* The wind rope lashed the wall. The wall's surface peeled off with a *crash*, revealing the mottled wall beneath.
'Thin and sharp... Young Master's move has strong penetrative power.' Tsubone, noticing this, silently swallowed. As her gaze fell on the wind rope, her pupils stung faintly!
However, this was still far from enough.
He briefly tested the effect of merging "wind" into "Nen." Compared to before, there was indeed an improvement.
But considering that Asuma could slice through a large rock with a casual stroke, and even cut down the large tree behind it...
Sean secretly shook his head. His current understanding of 'wind' was still at a superficial stage. He should redeem more 'Wind Style' ninjutsu as soon as possible, absorb the understanding from them, and speed up the progress of his limit break.
Otherwise, three years from now, if he wanted to rely on the body strength of a "second-level limit break" to fight Silva head-on, he would likely be outmatched.
He flicked his hand, retracting the wind rope into his body. Sean took a breath and casually snapped his fingers again, summoning No. 2.
*Poof.*
No. 2 came online.
Sean blew gently at him.
A light breeze brushed his face.
A faint feather mark quietly appeared on No. 2's cheek. The "Sage" promptly followed up, collecting the new No. 2's data.
It provided detailed references.
[Detected host's current Nen ability has improved.]
[Shadow Clone training rate has increased.]
[Remark: Increase rate is based on host's current 'Wind' attribute unlock progress]
"Indeed, the level of strength doesn't depend on the ninjutsu, but on the person."
The same "Fireball Jutsu"—Second Pillar's fireball was just a ball, but Madara's was a catastrophe that could wipe out an entire ninja army with one blow!
This was the gap brought about by the disparity in chakra quality.
Sean's eyes flickered. He instructed No. 2 not to be lazy and to begin the daily "10,000 suburi."
As for himself, he yawned and glanced at Tsubone. "You should go back and rest, too. Tomorrow, we might have to waste some effort."
"Kill one if one comes, kill a pair if a pair comes!" Tsubone placed her right hand over her chest, bowed to Sean, and then turned to leave.
The youth was left alone, lying back on the bed, covering his eyes with his hand, suppressing a low laugh from his throat. "Killing again... to think, I really haven't seen blood in a long time."
'Drawing manga for so long, I almost forgot I'm also a member of the Zoldyck family. Killing... that's a professional business Sean won't forget.'
The youth rolled over, a crooked smirk on his lips. Unconsciously, the night passed, and the sky brightened.