Hello everyone, this is Gon Freecss, whose days are full of sparring and training. I casually contacted Kite, but nothing particular happened—I wonder if the Chimera Ants haven't arrived yet?
Hunter Association supreme executive Zodiac Twelve member, currently most involved with Netero—Triple-Star Hunter "Cheadle Yorkshire."
Though somewhat lacking flexible thinking, she whose selling point was high intelligence and cognitive ability now harbored feelings resembling resignation toward daily shattered common sense.
Leorio, who despite not even two years since learning Nen, surpassed not only herself but even Sanbica Norton in surgical treatment.
Kurapika, Leorio's partner who could provide excessively broad support and even enable further boosts through Specialist abilities.
Even though just the two support members were enough to drive one mad, the three in combat showed even greater insanity.
Killua, wielding speed and sharpness that seemed to exceed godspeed, moving invisibly not just to the gallery but to anyone's eyes.
Hisoka, always having some margin, who in one-on-one seemed to toy with even Netero.
And Gon, who'd reached inhuman territory in physical ability, aura quality, and total aura amount.
Everyone completely surpassed Cheadle in their respective fields, and the clearly abnormal situation where over half were Nen beginners vividly represented changing times.
(I returned to the city after a while, but there's nothing particular to do. Going to the Association to work—I'm quite the workaholic.)
A vacation that fell from the sky due to the addition of out-of-spec support, Leorio and Kurapika.
While Sanbica enjoyed her vacation first, Cheadle, who should have been on break next, naturally found herself at the Hunter Association.
Having already handled doable work at the Shingen-Ryu dojo, she entered the building with a stroll-like feeling despite having nothing special to do.
"Well, well! If it isn't Ms. Cheadle—long time no see. How are you?"
"...My mood just got worse → Rat"
Cheadle regretted her choice to visit the Association just because she was free the moment she entered the building.
Right upon entering, Pariston—the Zodiac Twelve's hated one—greeted Cheadle in the wide floor as if coincidentally present.
There's no way Pariston, already busy as vice chairman plus having obtained part of the chairman's authority, would coincidentally wander the entrance floor.
"I don't have any particular business, but I don't want to waste time. State your purpose quickly → Rat"
"You don't have to be so cold. I met Ms. Sanbica the other day too, but she ran away."
At Pariston's too-obvious dejection, Cheadle—who wasn't particularly patient—already began getting irritated but endured considering the single point of vice chairman.
After being told uninteresting talk, Pariston finally pulled out several documents as if just remembering.
"I could process these with my authority, but I thought I'd get Chairman Netero's permission just in case. Recently he runs away when noticing my presence. Could you deliver these, Ms. Cheadle?"
Cheadle skimmed through all the handed documents and executed the response to Pariston she'd been told by Netero.
"No problems → Documents. From my view too, it's within your authority, so process them → Rat"
"Oh? Are you sure without showing Chairman Netero?"
"That Chairman Netero told me → Rat. To permit if not exceeding authority → Documents"
Cheadle returned the documents and left quickly, not wanting to deal with him further. Left behind, Pariston raised his voice with his usual smile.
"I showed them properly! Please tell Chairman Netero properly!"
Ignoring him and disappearing into the corridor depths, Pariston saw Cheadle off to the end. Left alone, Pariston laughed darkly and repeated:
"I took permission properly, right? This is your decision, Chairman Netero."
One sheet among several documents—"Countermeasures for Unknown Creatures"—whose written contents changed the flow ahead.
The rat seeking new toys schemed to obtain further disease.
Near the end of sparring that had become routine, on this day Gon and Knuckle faced each other to verify what everyone had been curious about.
"...Hey Gon, what really are you?"
Knuckle's Hatsu "Hakoware"—simply put, an ability that lends aura and bankrupts.
By landing attacks on the opponent, it grants a mascot called Potclean, adds interest at ten percent per ten seconds, and forces Zetsu state for 30 days upon bankruptcy.
"Potclean's about to burst already!? Just how much total aura do you have!?"
『Interest, accumulates, with, time, 564,104...』
Potclean, normally plushie-sized with a cute design, floated beside Gon in a bloated state about to burst.
Its smiling expression somehow looked like groaning in pain, seeming like it might explode before Gon went bankrupt.
"Hmm, I somehow feel I still have plenty of room. If I have this much total amount, it'd be a waste not to raise output more."
"Are you seriously planning to quit being human?"
Gon's aura, whose bottom remained invisible no matter how much sparring or sharing with Leorio—using Knuckle's Hakoware to know this upper limit revealed total aura amount where out-of-spec wasn't enough.
The reason for aura where even being human was questionable lay in Perfect Communication that Gon kept constantly active.
Gon's current muscles and aura had reached levels where even Netero had no room to train, let alone ordinary people. Normally, applying load should be impossible.
Gon solved that impossibility with Muscle Control, continuing to grow by imposing impossible load on himself by having muscles and aura apply load to each other.
It was an extreme reached thanks to enormous physical vessel size—Gon's true talent.
"Seeing it quantified makes me break into cold sweat anew ♥ Long-term battle absolutely impossible. If output rises further, I can't endure even grazing ♠"
"No matter how much you dodge, our stamina and aura run out first. To beat Gon, there's only penetrating power."
"Agreed ♥"
The common recognition of Killua and Hisoka, who both identified Gon as worthy rivals—short decisive battle and penetrating power to pierce absurd defense.
While Hisoka had several means including Panic Card, Killua still had only Railgun as cards thought effective.
Though Killua had reached levels arguably surpassing Hisoka in evasion ability alone, due to low attack power, total ability still lagged considerably.
"No good—I can't watch this Potclean anymore! Hakoware release!!"
『Ti, me...』
Ultimately, Knuckle instinctively sensed his ability's limit and released Hakoware around 600,000.
"Ah, I wanted you to take Gon's Janken at the end. Even without damage, I wanted to see what would happen."
"Killua, are you telling me to die?"
"No, I wanted to see too."
"Same."
"Even Shoot and Master!?"
Ignoring noisily arguing Knuckle's group, Gon turned his thoughts while looking at his own fist.
Having learned he possessed tremendous aura amount as a result, he felt dissatisfaction with his current aura output.
Certainly, his offense and defense at this point were exceptional in a word, and not worrying about running out of gas was undoubtedly an advantage.
(But it's not enough. The strongest Gon-san I'm aiming for must surely be even more amazing.)
This could be called a curse in a sense.
The strongest Gon-san in Gon's memory had no clear indicator of strength.
There was only the vague impression of being amazing, and to put it extremely, he could never reach it unless satisfied.
Only the omniscient Creator God could judge whether he'd surpassed it—there wasn't zero possibility he'd already surpassed it.
(Still not enough. Having this many things to do popping up means I'm far too lacking. More, I need to train more!)
From Gon with renewed determination, tremendous pressure and aura overflowed.
Because the strongest Gon-san within Gon was now deified, the result of satisfaction would never come.
And Nen is power to grant wishes. As long as Gon recognized himself as Gon, he didn't doubt for a moment he could reach destination Gon-san.
Whether surpassing or not was a trivial issue. The problem was that as certain fact, a monster on the verge of transcending humanity continued growing.
Even if those desperately trying not to be caught, those desperately trying to cling gave up, Muscle would never stop training.
When Muscle stops training—that won't come until the muscle called the heart stops.
A natural cave facing the sea where people rarely approached.
What emerged from the waves was a single insect with physique not much different from humans.
This bug missing one arm possessed high intelligence fitting its size in its brain, properly understanding its role.
『I will birth a strong king.』
The queen, who'd been living quietly on a certain continent, was one day captured unknowingly and transported by ship.
Having somehow escaped from there, she'd leaped into the sea by instinct and safely gained freedom, reaching land.
『Not just any king. A king who loses to nothing, who rules all in this world.』
For nutritional intake, she devoured indiscriminately—not just fish and crustaceans at the waterline but flying bats and small birds, everything at hand.
With intellect matching humans and an insect's physical ability, even though a queen for bearing children, she became more troublesome than ordinary beasts.
『Food. Nutrition and strength. Find the best food!』
Environment-building to birth the king—the queen began acting in secret, with malice pushing her onward.
While new calamity approached humanity, pitiful lambs began walking toward the land of death.
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