"Wait."
When Kevin released his Nen ability, Bisky, who had only been mildly curious, jolted upright. She appeared in front of Kevin with a speed he couldn't react to, her gaze locked onto "A Moment of Dream" floating in his hand. Her brows were tightly furrowed.
Mori rarely saw his master lose her composure like this; in fact, he never had. He couldn't help but feel a spike of nervousness.
"That's not right. Why? Did I misjudge? Impossible." Bisky muttered to herself, then stood back, looking at Kevin with a scrutinizing, almost forensic gaze.
"Gulp." Kevin couldn't help but swallow hard. Is this not a Nen ability? It shouldn't be. Alas, he still knew far too little. "Is there a problem? Is this not the Nen ability you spoke of?" he asked, trying to keep his voice level.
Bisky shook her head, her expression still clouded with thought. "This is indeed a Nen ability. But it shouldn't be your Nen ability."
It's over.
That was Kevin's immediate thought, though he tried his best to keep his face a neutral mask. Are all Nen users monsters? Or does Nen ability have such a massive flaw? Can they really determine if it belongs to me just by looking at it? Kevin, whose understanding of this world was only superficial, felt utterly out of his depth.
Bisky ignored his internal panic. She turned back to the blackboard, erased the previous text, and with swift, sure strokes, drew a regular hexagon, dividing and labeling it anew.
Kevin watched with intense focus. He felt profoundly insecure now and needed to understand this world's rules better. He desperately required more information to compensate for this gaping vulnerability, to avoid a future where any seasoned Nen user could instantly see through him.
"Now," Bisky announced, her pointer tapping the diagram, "I will lead you to understand the deeper framework of Nen ability. This is what you must comprehend after mastering the Four Major Principles and stabilizing your Ren. You can call it the Six Nen Systems. It helps a Nen user understand their innate attribute, allowing them to leverage their strengths and work around their weaknesses."
Kevin nodded thoughtfully. Attributes? Talent?
Bisky continued her lecture. "Aura is the energy of life, and a Nen ability is formed when that energy is fused with one's own will. Therefore, an ability is deeply tied to an individual's personality, their behavioral habits, and even the environment they grew up in."
So that's how it is. The statement sounded simple, but its implications were vast. Write that down, mentally. Remember it.
"There are six Nen Systems," she said, pointing to each segment of the hexagon in turn. "Enhancement, Transmutation, Conjuration, Specialization, Manipulation, and Emission."
The naming felt straightforward to Kevin, almost blunt in its simplicity.
"When you use Nen within the system you have the greatest affinity for, your efficiency is 100%. Therefore, if you develop abilities haphazardly without understanding your own attribute, you will not only fail to progress but will weaken yourself, wasting your potential."
In that case, Kevin thought, knowing your attribute isn't just important; it's critical. He couldn't help but glance at the Alchemy Table still maintained in his hand. So, I should be a Conjurer? The description fits perfectly.
Bisky seemed to have already anticipated his conclusion. "You think you are a Conjurer?" she asked, a note of skepticism in her voice.
"Huh? Am I not?" Kevin replied, confused. The object in his hand was undeniably conjured—visible, tangible, and solid. It even required real-world materials to function fully.
"Determining one's true attribute is not a matter of guesswork. It requires a simple, concrete test." Bisky did not directly refute him. Instead, she glanced at Mori.
Mori, understanding the cue immediately, stepped forward and placed a glass of water he had prepared earlier onto the table in front of Kevin.
Kevin looked at the object before him: a transparent glass full of water, a single green leaf floating serenely on its surface.
"Water Divination," Bisky announced. "Release your ability. Then, cup the glass with both hands, maintain Ten, and channel your aura into it. The change in the water will reveal your true system."
Ten? So, he just needed to let his aura flow over and envelop the glass? That wasn't difficult. Ever since he had grasped the concept of aura, simple manipulations like this had come easily—a result, he suspected, of this body's innate muscle memory rather than any talent of his own.
As his aura seeped into the vessel, the water began to react. The surface shimmered and swayed, causing the leaf to bob noticeably. Then, a small trickle of water welled up and overflowed the rim, sliding down the side of the glass.
He glanced up at Bisky. "Does… this change count?"
Her frown, which had never fully relaxed, deepened. Still, she gave a short nod. "It counts as a change."
Instead of announcing his result, she turned back to the blackboard, her pointer tapping the hexagon's segments once more. "Different changes correspond to different systems. Enhancement—the water's volume increases. Transmutation—the taste of the water changes. Conjuration—impurities or particles appear within it. Emission—the water's color changes. Manipulation—the leaf moves independently. Specialization—any change that does not fit the other five."
A complete diagnostic tool, Kevin thought, looking back at his own glass. The conclusion was inescapable: he was not a Conjurer, as he'd assumed. He was an Enhancer. The realization was a cold splash of water itself. His original self had been a self-taught amateur, straying wildly off the proper path by constructing a complex Conjuration ability that fundamentally clashed with his innate nature.
A wave of dread washed over him. Wouldn't that be disastrous? Can it even be fixed? The worry was plain on his face as he looked to Bisky, his eyes silently pleading: Teacher, what do I do? I want to learn properly.
Mori stood behind him, his expression a complex mix of pity and quiet gratitude for his own straightforward training.
However, Bisky didn't offer reassurance or a plan. Instead, she issued a new command. "Now. Test again."
To confirm, then. Kevin nodded, assuming she wanted to verify the result.
"This time," she continued, her voice precise, "conjure your scale first. Maintain it. Then perform the Water Divination with Ten."
"Huh?" Kevin didn't understand immediately. He replayed her words carefully, and a startling possibility dawned on him. He remembered her earlier lesson: Nen ability is aura fused with will, intimately tied to the individual's experiences and environment.
A theory crystallized in his mind. The "Moment of Dream" he wielded belonged to this body's original owner—a product of a different will and likely a different Nen type. He, the transmigrant now inhabiting the body, with his own distinct psyche, was an Enhancer. The ability and the user were out of sync, two keys that didn't quite fit the same lock.
Heart pounding with this new understanding, Kevin followed Bisky's instruction. He took a steadying breath, and the familiar alchemical table shimmered into existence beside him, its presence solid and real. Keeping it manifest, he reached out with both hands and once again cradled the water glass, channeling his aura through Ten.
This time, the change in the water was entirely, profoundly different.
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