Not much time later, with 150,100,000 Jenny safely sitting in his bank account,
Conrad made his decision without hesitation.
He went straight to the bus terminal and bought a ticket to Yorknew City.
After what had happened, trying to board a Airship did not made sense.
A bus was slower, but far easier to disappear from if something went wrong.
Conrad valued that now.
He didn't waste time lingering in Blueberry City.
Within an hour, he had finished preparing simple food, water, a chaHis phone stayed basic. No luxury.
When the bus arrived, he boarded calmly and took a seat near the middle, close enough to exits in both directions.
The engine started, and soon the city began to fade behind them.
Only then did Conrad relax slightly.
As the road stretched ahead, he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes not to sleep, but to train.
Nen training didn't always require movement.
He focused inward and activated Ten, keeping his aura steady around his body.
He had learned quickly that consistency mattered more than intensity.
Once stable, he moved on.
Inside his mind, Conrad imagined simple shapes.
Numbers first.
One.
He gathered a thin stream of aura and shaped it carefully, keeping it small.
The form was rough at first, unstable, like smoke.
He adjusted his focus, reinforcing the edges.
Two.
Another number.
Then three.
When the numbers stopped collapsing on their own, he switched to letters.
Simple ones.
A.
B.
C.
Each one required more precision.
The more complex the shape, the harder it was to maintain.
His aura trembled slightly when he lost focus, forcing him to correct it.
After several minutes, a dull ache formed behind his eyes.
He opened them briefly, took a slow breath, then continued.
From time to time, Conrad activated Gyo, focusing aura into his eyes.
He didn't keep it on constantly he had learned that was inefficient but he practiced switching it on and off smoothly.
Gyo on.
Gyo off.
He watched the passengers when Gyo was active.
A few had slightly stronger presence, but none stood out as trained Nen users.
Still, Conrad didn't lower his guard.
The memory of the Black Merchant stayed fresh in his mind.
Not the face he couldn't remember that.
But the lesson.
"I didn't even notice it," he thought.
"That's the dangerous part."
He had walked into a Nen ability without resistance.
Accepted rules he didn't fully understand.
That wasn't strength.
That was ignorance.
The bus hit a small bump in the road.
Conrad adjusted his posture and continued training, now switching to Zetsu.
He slowly closed off his aura, reducing it to nothing.
"Still not good enough," he thought.
Zetsu was dangerous if used carelessly, but it was essential for hiding and ambushing.
On the airship, it had allowed him to move unnoticed.
But if someone skilled had been watching, it could have ended badly.
Experience mattered.
That was the real difference between him and professionals.
They didn't just know Nen.
They lived with it.
He resumed shaping aura, now trying to maintain a letter while switching Gyo on and off. The first attempt failed instantly.
The shape collapsed.
He tried again.
Failed.
Again.
After several tries, he managed to keep the shape intact for three seconds while activating Gyo.
Progress.
A small one but real.
He nodded to himself.
"This is what I was missing," he thought. "Not power. Practice."
Brute force had worked against normal people.
Even against armed guards.
But Nen users played by different rules.
Contracts, conditions, hidden effects those couldn't be overpowered easily.
Not to mention as Menchi, the second examiner in the series said,
"All hunters know one or two martial arts to protect themselves due to danger of being a hunter."
Conrad could not help but think.
"I may need a teacher in terms of martial arts and combat."
"Other than what I remember from boxing class back in the Earth, I am not capable fighter at all..."
It was dangerous be like this in this world, having nen but no close-combat capability was not the greatest situation.
Underground auctions.
Mafia families.
Hunters.
Nen users with years of experience.
If Conrad wanted to survive there, he couldn't rely on luck anymore.
He had money now.
As the bus continued its journey,
Conrad kept training quietly in his seat.
And for the first time since arriving in this world, he truly understood something important:
Power fantasy didn't come from winning every fight.
It came from lasting long enough to learn how the world actually worked.
By the time the bus neared its next stop, Conrad opened his eyes and stretched slightly.
Yorknew City was getting closer.