Ronnel glanced at Emuksu, whose energetic voice continued uninterrupted on the screen. Internally, Ronnel labeled him as someone deeply immersed in his opinions.
As he listened intently to Emuksu's unique insights on combat, Ronnel couldn't help but nod occasionally. His genuine interest was evident, contrasting sharply with Ging's behavior.
Ging, growing bored as the conversation dragged on, yawned exaggeratedly. Tilting his head, he curled up beside Ronnel and started dozing off.
Time passed quietly, and the jeep eventually left the bustling city behind, arriving at a layered and somewhat secluded house in the suburbs.
"Are we here?" Ging yawned again, stretching lazily as he noticed the jeep rolling to a stop.
When he saw Ronnel and Emuksu still engrossed in their discussion, Ging smacked his lips and remarked, "Save it for when we meet him in person."
Without waiting for a response, he pushed open the car door and stepped out.
Ronnel and Emuksu exchanged a knowing smile through the screen before Emuksu waved goodbye. The display in the car blinked off with a soft click.
After stepping out, Ronnel noticed Ging standing near a peculiar circular pattern etched inconspicuously next to the house. Instead of ringing the doorbell or opening the gate, Ging stood squarely on the pattern and called out, "Come over here."
Curious, Ronnel approached him, his eyes briefly flicking back to the jeep receding into the distance.
"This," Ging explained with a sly grin, "is the real entrance."
The moment Ronnel stepped onto the pattern, a blinding white light enveloped both of them.
In an instant, the world around Ronnel blurred. When his vision cleared, he found himself in a completely different environment.
Emuksu's Unique Home
"This is..." Ronnel trailed off, scanning the space.
The decor was a mix of simplicity and elegance, reminiscent of a medieval European style with symmetrical flourishes. However, the arrangement was chaotic, with expensive leather sofas and other fine furniture scattered haphazardly around the room, breaking the aesthetic harmony.
The hall's walls featured various oddly shaped doors, adding an air of mystery to the place.
"Welcome!" Emuksu's cheerful voice greeted them from a sofa near the center. His round face was lit with a bright smile as he poured black tea into delicate porcelain cups.
"Take a seat," Emuksu gestured. "Ignore the mess. Too many freeloaders show up here, rearranging things as they please. After a while, I just gave up trying to keep it tidy."
He shot a pointed look at Ging, emphasizing the word "freeloaders."
If Ging noticed—or cared—he gave no indication. Instead, he sauntered over to a sofa and flopped onto it with the ease of someone who had visited far too often. "Excuse me," he mumbled dismissively, making himself comfortable.
Emuksu sighed, exasperated, and muttered under his breath, "Hopeless."
Turning his attention to Ronnel, he brightened. "Meeting you in person is a pleasant surprise. You're even younger and more striking than I imagined from the screen."
Ronnel smiled politely, but Emuksu's expression betrayed deeper thoughts. His perceptive nature and unique Nen-based prop had picked up something startling.
The aura radiating from Ronnel was far stronger than anything Emuksu had felt before—stronger even than Ging's. For a moment, Emuksu's breath caught, and he deactivated his prop instinctively.
Ronnel's Potential
The realization unsettled Emuksu. Ging was widely regarded as one of the most powerful Nen users in the world—a legend even among the Hunters.
Netero himself had ranked Ging among the top five Nen users, a testament to his unmatched skill. Yet standing before him was Ronnel, someone who appeared to be in his twenties, exuding a pressure that surpassed even Ging.
Emuksu recalled Ronnel's performance in the Battle Olympia tournament two years ago. At the time, Ronnel's movements and techniques reflected exceptional mastery of the Shingen-ryu martial arts.
But now? The difference was staggering. In just two years, Ronnel had ascended to a level that seemed incomprehensible.
This wasn't a case of faulty equipment. Emuksu's Nen prop was crafted with painstaking precision, designed to gauge the strength of individuals far more powerful than himself. The overwhelming aura Ronnel radiated could only mean one thing: his talent was beyond extraordinary—perhaps even greater than Ging's.
As Emuksu contemplated this, he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Ging's natural talent had always been a point of jealousy among his peers, especially his unparalleled ability to mimic and refine techniques after experiencing them once.
But Ronnel's rapid growth hinted at something even more monstrous.
"Stronger than Ging..." Emuksu muttered under his breath, dazed.
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